"Ah-ahh, fuck..." grunted Brian, his hands gripping the top of the leather that covered the driver's seat of his car. Sweat glistened dully in his dirty blond hair and one bead rolled down his jaw, falling onto his collar bone.

"What's that?" Dom questioned, chuckling and making Brian bite down on his bottom lip as he thrust his hips forward roughly. "Can't hear you that well."

Brian looked at him fleetingly, averting his eyes just as soon as they met Dom's. He kept silent, not giving in so easily. However, Dom knew exactly how to coax a response out of him. Keeping Brian straddled, he began with smooth, slow movements forward with his hips, Brian's mouth slightly agape and his hands still tight on the head rest above him. Gradually, Dom made his thrusts faster and harder, until Brian's resolve crumbled and a short cry left his mouth, his back arching up away from the driver's seat.

"You sound like a little bitch," Dom breathed, still keeping his forceful stride. Brian glared at him sharply, retorting, "Whatever, you know you fucking love it."

"You're right," Dom answered, and he grabbed both of Brian's wrist with his strong, solid hands, ramming his hips into Brian deeper and faster, both of them panting heavily, moans falling from their lips until finally they both released a loud, long groan. Dom fell against Brian's warm, naked body after they both climaxed, his breath returning back its normal pace over time.

Brian's hands dropped down to his sides, not making an effort to push Dom away.

"Don't make this into a habit," warned Brian, turning his head to look at Dom.

"I'm not making any promises," Dom replied, a devilish grin playing across his lips.