The Scenic Route

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: semi-public sex, fingering, anal sex, hand-jobs, strap-on, cis/trans, angel/demon

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Justice was, admittedly, a bit of a lightweight. It didn’t take much more than a couple glasses of wine for him to be leaning heavily on Pride’s shoulder, and from there it was a downward slide into giggling and mumbled endearments.

Tonight, Pride picked a bar to spend the evening. By the time they left, Justice stumbled over his feet like a newborn foal. The streetlights blurred into stars, shining brilliantly over the rest of the dizzy world. Pride held his hand, steadier, but still wobbling, heavy bag on his back swinging with every step. All night Justice had wondered what was in it—maybe he forgot. Maybe it was a surprise. Maybe Pride would show him when they got to where they were going. He couldn’t remember that either.

“Where’re we goin’?” Justice asked.

“We’re going hooommme,” Pride said, staggering into his side in his excitement. Justice giggled along, happy that he was happy, until he realized something grave.

“Oh no, wait.” He froze in his steps. “I can’t drive.”

“Wha?” Pride tugged his hand. “’S fine, we don’t need t' drive.”

“But how are we gonna get back?”

Pride stopped tugging, brow furrowed. “Uh… We’ll go to sleep.”

“Sleep?”

“Yeah, if we go to sleep, we won’t be drunk anymore, than we can drive away.”

Justice couldn’t argue with that logic. He couldn’t argue with any logic. “Okay.”

Cheering loudly, Pride dragged him down the street. Justice cheered too because it looked fun. Pride whooped again, Justice copied him again, and within seconds they were racing down the street, shouting and snorting with laughter. In their excitement, they almost ran past the car.

Fumbling the keys out of his pocket, Justice unlocked the doors. The lights flashed, adding new stars to the night. Pride opened the back door and crawled in, scooting all the way across.

“Justice, come ooonnn,” he whined.

“I’m comin’,” Justice promised, hurrying to get inside.

He hurried so much he banged his head on the top of the car on his way in. With a yelp, he tripped over his feet and collapsed onto the seat. Pride gasped.

“What the fuck, are you okay?” he asked.

Justice thought for a moment. Then burst into laughter, half hanging out of the car and his face shoved in leather. It took a moment, but Pride started laughing too. The drunken giggles overwhelmed them, until Pride had slid halfway out of his seat, and Justice almost slid out of the car again.

“Nonono, come back,” Pride ordered, dragging him up by the shoulders.

“’Mkay,” he mumbled, sitting up properly. Giggles slipped through his smile.

“Argh, the door’s still open.”

Pride crawled over his lap to heave the door shut. Justice brandished the keys and locked them in. The world was suddenly dark, quiet, and small. The front seats and stereo blurred into silhouettes, becoming weird blobs of shadow before his eyes. It made him exhausted trying to figure them out—and that reminded him they were supposed to go to sleep now. Before he could lie down, Pride sat on his lap. Which was not sleeping.

“Okay, now—” Pride started.

“Shhh,” he interrupted.

“Wh—”

“Shhh.”

Pride narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“You have to shhhh. We’re sleeping now.”

“We don’t have to.”

“But you said!”

“We can do anything we want. Pfft.” Pride wrapped floppy arms over his neck, head down on his shoulder. “I’m not even sleepy.”

Justice hugged him out of habit. “But what about driving home?”

“I dunno, later.”

“Okay… What do we do now?”

Pride nuzzled into him. Justice felt him smile against his neck. “Nothin’.”

He was already smiling, too. “No, let’s do something.”

“What d’you wanna do?”

“What do you wanna do?”

At that, Pride bonked their foreheads together. His hazy eyes were the only things Justice could see, two beautiful red stars lighting up the night that surrounded them. Suddenly, he was aware of how close they were, bodies pressed together, alone in the dark. His mouth went dry, a rapid drumbeat kicking up in his chest.

“You’re pretty,” he murmured, shy all of a sudden.

“I was gonna say that,” Pride grumbled.

“Well, I wanted to say it first.”

Pride stuck out his tongue in defiance. Justice stretched out his tongue and poked it. He recoiled, baffled and disgusted. “Eww!” he cried.

Justice couldn’t respond, dissolving in laughter again. Pride tried to get him to stop, insisting that it wasn’t funny, but the only thing that worked was a full, deep kiss.

Their lips met, and his mirth got swallowed up by a tidal wave of emotion. Justice reached out to pull Pride closer, kissing him over and over. He didn’t realize he wanted it so badly until he had it, hot breath coming out in pants as Pride slid their lips together. Clumsy tongues tangled in their mouths, and Justice squirmed in tandem. He whined before he even knew why, but Pride still gave him what he wanted somehow. As soon as he did it—whether it was biting his lip, biting his jaw, sucking at his neck—Justice knew it was exactly what he wanted. Maybe he wanted everything.

“Hey,” Pride purred into his ear. “You wanna see something?”

Justice nodded, trusting this to be what he wanted to. Pride pulled back, dropped his heavy bag off his shoulders, and unzipped his fly. It was useless in the dark, but he took one of Justice’s hands, and pressed it against his hips. His fingers found tight straps of a leather harness, and the cool metal shape of an O-ring.

“You—“ Justice breathed.

Pride bit his lip coyly, eyes hooded with lust. “Do you like it?”

“When?”

“Since before we left.” Justice gaped. Pride rubbed the O-ring in circles. “Do you wanna?”

Justice nodded rapidly. He knew he definitely wanted this.

The purpose of that heavy bag was revealed. Pride got off Justice’s lap to dig around in the big pocket, cursing how dark it was the whole time. One after the other, he pulled out a dildo and lube. Justice couldn’t speak, gut clenching at the sight. Of all the surprises he could think of, this was a big one. Pride fit the dildo in his harness, wiggling it around for good measure.

“Turn over,” he said, shaking the lube around too.

“Um, uh, okay!”

Justice twisted around in the cramped space to find a good place to prop himself up. He chose to face the door, on mostly all fours, one leg slipping off the seats. Pride reached around to undo his fly. Justice shivered, whining a little, as his hands shoved his pants down his hips to his knees.

“You’re so pretty,” Pride sighed, squeezing his ass.

There was too much alcohol in him for his cock to fully behave itself, but Justice moaned like he was rock hard. When two slick fingers pressed inside his hole, he gasped, so full of heat he couldn’t contain himself. Pride pumped in and out of him right away, stretching him out, and teasing his prostate. It took mere minutes for Justice to rock back on his hand, whimpering, aching for more.

“Fuck, why are you so sexy?” Pride asked, slipping his fingers out.

“W-want you,” Justice responded. He wasn’t sure if that answered the question, but it was true.

“I know, I’m gonna be in you so much.”

The anticipation made him whine. Justice gripped the leather seat underneath him, waiting patiently to be filled again. He was rewarded when the tip of a silicone cock touched his hole, cutting his breath short. Pride gripped his hips, slowly pushing in.

Justice couldn’t control his voice, moaning shakily. The strap filled his ass so perfectly, his whole body buzzed with the rightness of it. When Pride’s hips tapped against his ass, his breath came in short pants. He was hot all over, body flushed with want.

Pride shoved his hands under Justice’s shirt and skated his hands over his back. He fanned his palms over his shoulders and dragged them back out, scraping his nails on the way. Justice sighed, eyelashes fluttering. He loved getting touched, he loved how Pride felt, he loved it all. He couldn’t think straight, but his mind settled on feeling so good.

It felt good when Pride pulled out, too, the strap-on gliding over his insides. Justice whimpered when he thought he was empty, but Pride rushed back in, landing home hard. He choked, moan lost in his throat, and Pride thrusted again. Each one sent fireworks crackling up his spine, a brilliant spark of pleasure that he could barely handle. Justice gasped and moaned, head thrown back in his euphoria.

“Does it feel good?” Pride asked him. “Better feel—so good.”

Justice nodded, whimpering.

“Tell meee.”

“I—It f-feels so—ah! So good, Pride.”

Pride landed a thrust so hard it shoved him against the door. Justice caught himself right before his face smashed up against the window. Hands pressed to the glass, he couldn’t begin to adjust his position, because Pride didn’t stop.

If anything, Pride fucked him harder, gripping his hips and slamming into his ass. Justice couldn’t stay still, jostling with every thrust. His body rocked, his hard cock bounced, his ichor was full of fire, and his face was right up to the window. Every moan, every whine, every desperate, erotic look was projected out to the world. Justice whimpered and ducked his head, embarrassed.

“Whatcha doin’, hm?” Pride murmured. He landed one last thrust, burying himself deep, and leaned over Justice’s shoulder. “Hiding?”

“The window…” Justice mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” He reached down and grabbed his cock, giving him lengthy strokes. Justice scrabbled against the door. “You don’t want everyone to see how pretty you are?”

His head spun in rapid circles, unable to think. Justice moaned and rocked against Pride, trying to make him thrust again. He didn’t.

“You’re so pretty, Justice. I think everyone should know about it.” Pride kissed his neck. “I would like it.”

Justice keened. He wanted to do what Pride liked, so, so desperately. He squished his cheek up against the window. Pride gave his cock a hard stroke.

“Thank you,” he said, and thrusted hard.

Getting fucked against the window was all Justice knew. He moaned for Pride, arching his back, thrusting into his hand and against his hips. He wanted to feel everything so much—and he stopped caring if people could see. All he wanted was Pride, all he needed was more Pride.

In the small car backseat, the sound of Pride’s hips slapping against his ass was so much louder than in their bedroom. The wet sound of his cock, dripping with pre-cum, rang stark in his ears. Even his own moans felt louder, all of it contained in a tiny box.

The longer Justice got his ass pounded, the more he felt his breath shorten. He writhed against the door, moaning louder and louder. He panted so hotly it fogged up the glass, hands scraping wet patterns through the mist. He jerked his hips with no rhythm, nothing but desperation moving his body.

“P-Pride,” he gasped.

“Mhmm?”

“It’s—I’m—!”

“You’re close? Gonna come?”

Justice nodded, whimpering. Pride grabbed his chin, pointing his face directly out the window.

“Make sure you’re so, so pretty for everyone,” he murmured.

Justice moaned so loud, he wasn’t sure if he came before or after it. Either way, his orgasm hit him fast, rushing through his body in an instant. He spilled hot cum over Pride’s fingers, shaking in his arms, and nothing had ever felt so good.

It could have been minutes or hours when he finally came down. Pride slipped out of his ass and pulled his pants back up.

“Now we go to sleep,” he announced.

Too dizzy and exhausted to argue, Justice scooted away from his mess and fell asleep in the back seat. Pride curled up at his side, clutching his arm.

The next morning, the car smelled awful.

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