For just a moment, Loki wonders if he's set Sebastian off again (he had been awfully sensitive on-and-off in the past couple of weeks, not that Loki didn't know why) but there's a metallic crank before the front passenger seat flies upright, and-- wow, Sebastian, your ass looks good in these jeans.

And Loki imagines it would look better without them.

But the admirable ass is gone and Sebastian actually in his lap this time. It's awkward in the cramped space, but it is somehow encouraging of what they're doing, as if the walls around them are pushing them together.

Sebastian's words draw forth an awfully smug grin out of Loki, all too pleased at how mindlessly frantic the younger man has become over him. Really, what took you so long, Sebastian? Loki's hands grasp the man's hips, fingers toying with the waistline of his pants curiously, teasingly.

"Oh, it must have been so horrible for you, being so close to me while I slept...knowing we could be fucking instead, knowing how badly you wanted it." Loki's breathing is becoming heavier, his cock growing steadily harder, especially now with Sebastian in his lap. Loki leans up and connects his mouth to the side of Sebastian's throat, teeth latching on while he sucks on the flesh. It's warm and salty from sweat, and he's suddenly not feeling quite so cold anymore.