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The heat wave they’ve been experiencing the last couple of days has been nothing if not scorching. Combine the intense heat with the thick, humid Florida air and Kun Agüero was just about ready to lock himself into the deep freeze and not emerge until winter.
At the house the weather isn’t as suffocating, he and Leo have a rather strong air con and he only ever goes outside to swim in their pool. Unfortunately he can’t stay at home every day - as much as he'd like to, Leo would never allow it. Which is why they’re currently sitting in traffic; running errands that didn’t really have to be run until tomorrow simply to escape the four walls of their home.
Kun checks the rear view mirror again, wanting to see how far back the line of cars goes. They’re on the 95 in stand still traffic most certainly caused by the influx of drivers headed home from work. He should’ve known better than to leave their home at four thirty in the afternoon, but Leo had been adamant on leaving right then.
Taking one hand off the steering wheel he turns down the volume to the radio and then reaches the short distance across their truck’s front bench seat to grab at Leo’s exposed thigh. The heat wave had been miserable but on the bright side it had led to Leo dressing more and more scantily clad. His choice of clothing today was a pair of navy blue running shorts and a white tank top. Leo’s shorts were riding up his leg, revealing to Kun an expanse of pale, jiggly flesh.
“Can you check the traffic, corazón? I’m curious how much longer until we get going again.” Now that he has a hand on Leo, Kun doesn’t stop himself from fondling the skin of Leo’s inner thigh, pinching and squeezing there to feel the way his lover twitches.
Leo doesn’t try to get him to stop, instead he spreads his legs wider so Kun has more access while he pulls out his phone to check the traffic. Without looking, Kun finds the bruise he left on Leo’s inner thigh last night and pinches it. It makes Leo jolt and then finally he smacks Kun’s hand away. He persists, pinching at it again before slapping Leo’s thigh. He’s suddenly glad for the stand still traffic because it allows him to safely look over and watch Leo’s thigh jiggle.
Leo grabs his wrist and firmly puts Kun’s hand back in his own lap. “Hands to yourself, señor.” Leo’s tone is playful, but Kun acquiesces and places both of his hands back on the steering wheel. Leo scrolls through his phone, huffing before placing it between his legs. “It says traffic won’t clear up for another half an hour at least.” He settles himself back into his seat with a frustrated grunt. “At least we have air conditioning.” Leo adjusts the AC vent nearest to him, aiming the air directly at his chest.
The cold air does little to quell the flush on Leo’s skin, so Kun turns the temperature down as far as it goes. It makes Leo sigh and hum contentedly, closing his eyes as he enjoys the artificial breeze against his skin.
Kun can’t help but follow a bead of sweat that rolls down over Leo’s temple, down around his jaw, and finally down his neck. He wants nothing more than to unbuckle his seatbelt and run his tongue along Leo’s sweltering skin, following the same trail as the sweat.
He tears his eyes away from Leo and clenches his steering wheel as hard as he can without snapping the damn thing apart. The last thing he needs is a ticket for distracted driving because he was groping his husband in traffic. Regrettably, the thoughts of Leo don’t leave his brain even slightly so Kun directs one of the AC vents to blow more directly on him in hopes of quelling his lust.
Unfortunately for Kun, he and Leo tend to be on the same wavelength nearly one hundred percent of the time, and Leo doesn’t seem to have the same reservations about touching in public.
In the seconds it takes him to register that Leo is unbuckling his seatbelt, the other man has already shuffled across the seats to sit directly beside him. Kun begins to protest, telling Leo to stop messing around just in case the traffic starts to clear up, but his protests are soon drowned out by the feeling of Leo’s fingers pressing into his thigh.
“You changed your mind real quick on whether we should keep our hands to ourselves, huh?”
“I figured we’re going to be here for a while.” Leo has never been the most subtle person, especially not with Kun, so even now he doesn’t waste too much time with the preamble. He undoes Kun’s belt with a beautiful fluidity and then pops the button on his jeans with a simple flick of his thumb. Kun inhales sharply, eyes darting back and forth between Leo and the road. “Is it okay?” Leo whispers, fingertips hovering just above the open waistband of his jeans.
He only has to do a slight nod for Leo to continue.
Leo’s hand dives into his jeans, then his fingers wiggle their way into Kun’s boxers, and then suddenly Leo has his hand firmly wrapped around Kun’s cock. Nervous now that they’ve crossed that threshold of plausible deniability, Kun looks all around them, trying to tell if anyone is looking in on them. Thankfully it seemed like anyone within eyeshot was too busy glaring at the traffic or absorbed into their cell phone.
The first couple of strokes are awkward and Leo isn’t really able to move his hand all that much with it being trapped between Kun’s hips and his jeans, so eventually he just tugs Kun’s jeans a little further down. Kun helps Leo pull his cock completely out and he shudders at the cool air from AC blowing directly on him. Now that he's fully exposed he feels himself getting embarrassingly harder.
They’re not really an adventurous couple, never diving into kinks or fetishes beyond the rare use of the word ‘slut’, so this is the first time they’ve ever done anything even semi-in-public. So, to say Kun is surprised by how excited this scenario is getting him is an understatement.
He moans now that Leo can properly stroke him, shuddering when Leo spits onto his dick to make the slide easier. “Do you think anyone can hear us?” Leo mutters against his neck, lips tickling his skin. When Kun doesn’t answer right away, Leo starts to kiss and nip at him, trailing upwards until he’s breathing hotly against Kun’s ear. “Do you think anyone will see us?”
“Fuck, Leo,” Kun’s hands fumble around for purchase, one grabbing at the steering wheel and the other grabbing at the back of the front seats. He digs his nails into the leather interior of his car, bucking his hips upwards when Leo’s thumb swirls around the head of his cock.
Leo’s hand slows down, bringing Kun away from the edge after it had pushed him so close to it. “Can I suck you off?” Leo asks, nosing into Kun’s hair. “Please, Kun, can you fuck my mouth?”
He’s nodding so fast he’s sure he looks like an idiot. But none of that matters when Leo looks so happy to lower his head down. He grabs at the back of Leo’s head, running his fingers through the sweaty mop of hair there, and helps guide Leo onto his cock. He’s careful not to push too hard, not wanting to upset his husband when he’s being so kind to him.
He’s had plenty of blowjobs before, all of them by Leo, but this one ? This one felt so much more intense. Maybe it’s the heat, or the fact that if anyone were to look over they’d see Leo’s tousled hair buried into Kun’s lap, but it doesn’t take long before Kun can feel his thighs shake at his impending orgasm. “Baby, mi amor, I’m close, fuck,”
Leo pulls away for a moment, catching his breath and allowing the drool he’s accumulated to dribble down Kun’s dick. It tickles in the best way possible. Leo’s hand keeps moving however, up and down and up and down, slathering Leo’s spit all over him and the crotch area of his jeans. Thank god they’re headed home after this and not anywhere he’d have to look presentable.
“You can cum in my mouth,” Leo permitted, before sucking Kun’s cock back into his mouth and working him with a newfound vigor.
Figuring that he can’t just take and take from Leo without giving a little bit in return, Kun smooths his hand down Leo’s back. His husband hums in pleasure. He decides to keep going, pushing his hand into Leo’s shorts and down ever further to palm at Leo’s ass. Leo pushes back into him, encouraging him to keep going.
His fingers prod around at Leo’s skin blindly until eventually he hits home. He doesn’t quite penetrate Leo, not when the only thing lubricating him would be his sweat, but he does put pressure against him. It spurs Leo on, which in turn spurs Kun on and before he knows it -
“Leo!” He moves his hand to safely clench at and dig his nails into one of Leo’s glorious ass cheeks.
When he tries to buck his hips up into Leo’s mouth, his husband’s firm hands keep him planted against the seat so all he’s able to do is writhe and wiggle as he rides his orgasm out. He’s grateful for how well Leo knows him and his body because the other man helps him through it but as soon as the pleasure starts to bleed into something not as pleasurable Leo backs off.
He helps Leo sit up. Kun runs his thumb around the corners of Leo’s mouth, collecting some of his cum that had bled out onto the other man’s lips. He pops his thumb into his mouth and smirks when Leo’s eyes darken in lust.
No more than a second after he takes his thumb from his mouth does Leo plant a wet, sloppy kiss on him. He accepts the kiss eagerly, letting Leo take complete control over him. They part and Kun takes that brief moment before Leo opens his eyes to admire how beautiful his husband is.
“Traffic is moving.”
Kun is confused for a moment before he whips his head around and sees that finally - fucking finally - the cars in front of him are moving and are doing so at a steady rate. He quickly releases the emergency break, puts the car into drive, and gently starts driving after them. He expects Leo to scoot back over, but instead the other man just buckles himself into the middle seat.
He jumps when Leo helps tuck his flaccid cock back into his jeans, then laughs when he sees the sly look on Leo’s face. “Thanks, corazón.”
Leo nods, snuggling into his side. “Drive quickly,” he mutters. “If we get home before the Barca and Sevilla game starts I’ll let you fuck me in the driveway.”
In retrospect, Kun really should have gotten a speeding ticket.