Was it presumptuous to strip in the car?Save time?
Do it.
People will see… won’t they?
Who cares?Our mate smells heavenly.Don’t you want to entice him with a striptease?Isn’t that what humans like?
Toby couldn’t actually arguebecause he was positive that there were folks who enjoyed that.Except Ernest was driving, was it safe?
Look at the way he handles the car.He’s a pro.
Again, Toby couldn’t argue with his bird’s logic.
Do it!
Side-eyeing Ernest, Toby reached for the hem of his T-shirt, forgetting the restrictive seatbelt.He got the T-shirt up his middle, then things got a little difficult.
Ernest chose then to glance in his direction.That’s when things went a little awry.The car veered into the oncoming traffic, and there was the sound of horns blaring.The car juddered as Ernest dragged it back into the right lane and Toby giggled hysterically.“Sorry,” he spluttered, around the next bout of giggles.
“What… what are you doing?”He sounded strained.
Heat poured into Toby’s cheeks as he admitted, “I was thinking it would save time if I stripped now.”
A strangled noise came from Ernest, and Toby’s body was instantly covered in sweat from the look cast at him.Desire, Toby had experienced it, knew what it was.But how Ernest looked right then made Toby’s body feel as if he was on fire, and the only thing that would put it out was Ernest.
“Are we there yet?”Toby unclipped his seatbelt.Clothes were overrated when he was so hot.
“Please… oh gods… let us be there.”The car juddered around the next bend and, thankfully, up ahead, Toby could see his building.
Toby had flung his T-shirt in the back of the car and had toed off his sneakers, his jeans were open, and he was wiggling them down his hips as the car came to an abrupt stop.
He fired forward, except Ernest was reaching for him and stopped him from hitting anything.Dragged over Ernest’s lap, his jeans got in the way, trapping his legs.
“Gods!”Half on Ernest’s lap, he fumbled with his own seat belt as Toby moved to suck on the side of Ernest’s neck.
The next sound he made came out pained when Toby’s teeth grazed the hard beating pulse.His bird wanted to peck, except cool air touched his bare chest, and then they were moving.His legs dangled down, his jeans continuing to prevent him from using them to get closer to Ernest.
“Keys,” Ernest gasped.“Keys!”Large hands under his ass squeezed, and whatever Ernest was talking about was beyond Toby, who had lost all his patience, it seemed.
He blamed his bird side.
“Please… keys,” Ernest begged.“I need to get you inside.”
Inside… yes.“Under the mat,” he managed to say in between the nibbling he was doing on the hot skin that tasted like sunshine.
He was jiggled around and hung at a weird angle, but Ernest did not put him down, and he never stopped exploring the strong, corded neck.Ernest made the most enticing noises, and Toby was going to see what other noises he could get him to make.
Toby only knew they were inside his apartment because he bounced on his bed as Ernest dropped him.He blinked and groaned at the sight of his mate dragging his clothes off.
For several seconds he just watched the vast body appear before him.Ernest’s chest alone was a work of art.Dips and grooves honed through hard work, though that was not what held Toby’s attention for long.It was the hard shaft in all its magnificence, waving at Toby like a magic wand, looking to do a trick or two.
“Naked… need you…”
The animalist demand sent Toby’s cock into overdrive, and he had to grab and squeeze himself to stop something from happening before he was naked.
“Please,” Ernest begged, bending to shuck off his shoes and pants.
Toby’s one remaining brain cell told him he needed to get naked, too.In a flash, Toby was wriggling against the covers, legs in the air as he tugged off socks, throwing them randomly around the room, before attacking his jeans, which were still clinging to his thighs, pulling them down and off with his underwear.
