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[firesealed]

Who: Sol Badguy (firesealed) and Legault (thismustbelove)
Universe: established relationship-ish AU
What: foot fetish

It had been a long day, but that didn't really bother Sol any, since he'd had longer, and for all his usual laziness, he didn't have the same limits that an ordinary person might.

He looked the perfect picture of ease at the moment, relaxed in a chair in the corner. Every once in a while the bartender appeared to ask an order, and Sol ordered another beer or another shot, but he was waiting for someone, and not going anywhere until he showed.

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[thehurricane]

His hands quickly find a place on Sol’s shoulders, legs finding a footrest on the other side of Sol. If he lets Sol fuck him without a good grip, he’s pretty sure he’ll end up getting a concussion on the car door. That’s exciting, though. Everything is a little uncomfortable, but this is also just about as cramped as he could get with another body.

He’ll have to be creative more often, he thinks, especially if Sol is going to be this receptive in the future.

The slowness is an appreciated change, and it allows him to appreciate this a little more. But it also leaves him focused enough that he can still talk, and that’s always a bad idea. "You ever done this before?"

[firesealed]

"Y'know I have," Sol says, because of course he's never fucked Legault in a car, but he has fucked Legault. And Sol's plenty private when it comes to his past sex life. There might not be too much of it, but what there has been is between himself and his memories, not anything else.

And he'd rather they not take up too room in his memories, even.

Still, despite the gruff response, the air of 'don't touch that' that he exudes a moment, his body's reaction doesn't change, and Sol focuses on the fact that he's all the way into Legault now, so he's going to pull back and then press back in, a little harder and a little faster.

[thehurricane]

He loves to talk and to tease, but the reaction from Sol is more than enough to get him to shut up. He can take a hint. It's a rare talent, being so gifted (annoying) when it comes to talking, but he refuses to ever let that get in the way of a good fuck. Besides, some people actually find him charming. That he has Sol in bed (repeatedly) must be a miracle of some sort.

So he says nothing. Well, he doesn't say another word, but his mouth opens for a gasp, a sharp intake of air following as Sol pressed in all the way steals his breath yet again. It's all he can do to make this just as enjoyable for his friend, so he pushes back to meet those thrusts, his nails digging in just a little—not enough to leave a mark, just so he can hold himself steady.

[firesealed]

Sol's not the sort of person to think of Legault as charming, certainly not the sort of person to find himself charmed, but that's alright because that hasn't ever been what he's looking for, isn't even really something that Sol is open to. Fucking is an animal act as much as a human one, and Sol might want to engage in lust but he doesn't want to dress it up as anything else.

Not when lust and gruff affection by themselves feel so good.

And that gasp is worth more than any sweet or cajoling words, and Sol's encouraged enough by them that he's drawing back, trying to make his next thrust just as rapid, to bury himself into Legault just as deeply.

[thehurricane]

He is well aware of the fact that if he ever sweeps Sol off his feet it will be because he’s been sweeping carelessly. Some people like to be charmed. Sometimes, he’s one of them. But there’s more than some appeal to doing things differently, doing things like they’re animals instead of people. While a jacked car and booze might be flattering, they’re not mean to charm Sol. They’re just nice things to go along with an even better activity.

The car is already rocking. It’s going to be impossible to hide. Legault is cunning enough that he knows he can get Sol off in a car without making it move much, but having Sol do the fucking means this car is going to move. And he can feel it as Sol thrusts into him again. He doesn’t gasp that time, but he does swear under his breath and pant and push back against Sol, anything to encourage him to keep going.