Burr takes him. Let's himself be choked by him, the pulse of his own need painful. They are awful, filthy--pressed down on Jefferson's cock in a parked car in the middle of the city. He sucks hard, swallows greedily, when Jefferson comes, surging a little forward, thinks of fighting when he is drawn back--glad that he hadn't, when Jefferson releases hot on his face, smears it around with the tip of his cock.

Burr is panting, and plaint, and he gives a little groan when he feels the wet there, staining him. He licks Jefferson clean greedily, tucks him back into jeans stained dark by Burr's saliva.

Jefferson is a mess--cheeks stained red, but Burr is worse. His pants still uncomfortably tight, painted with Jefferson's come, hair mussed and clothes rumpled. But Jefferson doesn't tell him to clean himself, so Burr leans up, pushes Jefferson back against the car seat, and kisses him. Licks into him, fucks him with his tongue.