"It's alright," Burr says--a little quiet thing, on an exhale. "The Bronx, Bedford Park. 1137."
His hand coming across the center console to squeeze Jefferson thigh, so he doesn't have to look at him, to see his face, or know what he thinks of driving all the way to that neighborhood. Raising a child there is bad enough.
"Thank you for the suit. You didn't need to," he says. "And the ride."
He waits till they're moving. Till Jefferson comes to a stoplight, to let his hand creep higher. Fingertips tapping, dancing over the crotch of his pants. Teasing, and pressing down harder. Rubbing through fabric.
He does look now. Watches Jefferson's face as the man drives, watches his fingers on the steering wheel. Soaks in that intoxicating feeling--of a cock hardening beneath his hand.
"You seem embarrassed," Burr breathes, "yet your body reacts so well. Do you want me to suck you off like a common street whore, where anyone can see?"
Oh, he can feel the head--the definition of it through the fabric. Stiff enough now to massage easily. He traces the edge of the head, trails in a circle around where the slit should be, for all he sits innocently in the passenger seat.
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His hand coming across the center console to squeeze Jefferson thigh, so he doesn't have to look at him, to see his face, or know what he thinks of driving all the way to that neighborhood. Raising a child there is bad enough.
"Thank you for the suit. You didn't need to," he says. "And the ride."
He waits till they're moving. Till Jefferson comes to a stoplight, to let his hand creep higher. Fingertips tapping, dancing over the crotch of his pants. Teasing, and pressing down harder. Rubbing through fabric.
He does look now. Watches Jefferson's face as the man drives, watches his fingers on the steering wheel. Soaks in that intoxicating feeling--of a cock hardening beneath his hand.
"You seem embarrassed," Burr breathes, "yet your body reacts so well. Do you want me to suck you off like a common street whore, where anyone can see?"
Oh, he can feel the head--the definition of it through the fabric. Stiff enough now to massage easily. He traces the edge of the head, trails in a circle around where the slit should be, for all he sits innocently in the passenger seat.