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Panic spreads through Kevin as he watches the melting ice-cream slowly dip down Jakob’s fingers. His mouth falls open, perhaps with intend to beret Jakob, or to plead with him to not mess up the car. Before he can, Jakob brings his hand up to his mouth where his waiting tongue laps at the creamy goodness trickling down his fingers, and he moans.
Kevin’s eyes are glued to Jakob’s tongue, no mouth, no fingers: the whole scene as it plays out in front of him. Jakob repeats the process: collecting every last drop of the salmiak ice-cream that he can.
“P-please?” Kevin somehow sounds breathless: voice low, and soft. He coughs as Jakob’s eyes catch his: innocent express on his face. “Not in the car.” he starts in as close to his usual voice as he can muster, “Y-You’ll make a mess. I’ve just cleaned it!” he explains, hoping Jakob’s forgotten his pleading moan.
“Too late” Jakob grins, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“At least use a tissue!” Kevin says, already leaning over Jakob with the intent of searching the glove box.
Jakob moans a little louder as Kevin’s body crosses into his person space, and stretches himself out slightly, almost thrusting his crotch into Kevin as he leans over. He notices Kevin’s eyes roam over the crotch of his jeans, before snapping back to the glove box, that he fiddles with, noisily, and fails to open.
Grinning, wild and wickedly, Jakob moans quietly. His slow, steady breath dances lightly across the exposed skin on Kevin’s ear, and neck. Kevin, with senses unexplainably heightened, feels it. It’s cooling, and yet raises his temperature. He again fiddles with the glove box handle. In the too tight, small space of the car he can’t hide his reaction.
“aha” Jakob murmurs.
With his mouth open, to beret Jakob again, Kevin turns. He coughs and splutters as Jakob shoves his fingers in without warning: verbally Jakob occupies himself with another moan.
Jakob briefly looks confused by his actions, and he starts to pull back his hand. Kevin suddenly grabs his wrist, and holds his hand in the small, tight space between them. Two pairs of eyes stare at it, before slowly finding each other.
Without breaking their eye contact, Kevin moves Jakob’s hand towards his mouth, but he stops short of connecting them. He breathes.
“Kevin?” Jakob pleads, his voice at its softest, barely a whisper.
“Not in the car,” Kevin repeats, somehow finding a voice, “You’ll make a mess!” It’s not what he wants to say, he thinks. He doesn’t know what we wants to say, but it’s not that.
They stay like that for an uncounted number of beats: the only tell that time is passing is Jakob’s ice cream melting: fresh melt begins to slide off the stick on to Jakob’s fingers and down his hand. The fingers that stay between their faces, held in place by Kevin’s light grip.
“H-huh,”Jakob murmurs softly. He feels the cool cream run down his hand, he doesn’t need to look to confirm, yet he does. Kevin’s eyes follows his.
Kevin lets out a beautiful, barely audible sigh before he continues to move Jakob’s hand towards his mouth. Jakob moves the iced-lolly to his other hand: its getting in the way of the view, just in time to see Kevin take his finger in his mouth. Kevin’s eyelids flutter shut.
Jakob moans. There's barely any ice-cream on his finger, but Kevin licks and sucks as though Jakob's finger is a lolly-stick full of the sweet stuff. He fights his own eyelids from closing. He wants this image burnt into his eyes.
Jakob wants to reload his fingers with dessert. He wants to swap hands back, or stick his other hand in Kevin’s wet, hot mouth. But the ice-cream melt hasn’t yet reached his fingers. There’s a brief battle within Jakob as he struggles to know what to do. Kevin follows his gaze, and nods.
Something makes Jakob bring his salmiak ice-cream to his mouth. He takes a few quick licks. The frozen treat leaves its sweet goodness on Jakob’s lip, and Kevin licks his own. Jakob’s tongue swipes across those lips that Kevin now cannot stop staring at.
Kevin takes the hand that holds the dessert and Jakob makes a noise. Grinning, Kevin pushes Jakob’s hand, treat and all, towards Jakob’s open mouth. Kevin moves Jakob’s hand in a randomised motion, smearing the ice-cream over Jakob’s lip, and chin. Jakob’s mouth wobbles in silent questioning.
Closing what little remains of the gap between them, Kevin swipes his tongue over Jakob’s treat covered lips. Jakob’s moans are lost in the breaths he feels unable to take. Kevin licks up the soft, cold cream that he’s smeared over Jakob.
Trying to capture Kevin’s lips, and repeatedly failing to do so, forces out a frustrated sigh from Jakob. But, if it’s noticed by Kevin, it’s not acted upon.
“K-kevin?” he pleads on a breath that’s short and shallow.
Jakob thinks he sees a small smirk briefly take over Kevin’s mouth, and he’s tempted to ask again, but Kevin allows his lips to be captured this time.
Jakob allows Kevin to take all his breath, as he feels his lungs fill with Kevin’s. He doesn’t bring himself to acknowledge the tastes and flavours yet, already knowing Kevin will taste like the melting ice-cream he still holds, but longs to discard. Instead, Jakob takes the time to feel Kevin: Kevin’s lips pressed softly against his, Kevin’s breath filling him, Kevin’s hot skin radiating heat on to his own.
As he deepens the kiss he beings to label the tastes and smells: Kevin, as he always does, taste sweet. It doesn’t matter what he eats or drinks, Jakob always finds his kisses leave him with a sweet aftertaste that makes him want more. There’s a trace flavour and smell of salmiak. The liquorice not tasting as bitter on Kevin’s breath. Jakob’s free hand pressed into the back of Kevin’s head, pushing him into further, and longer kisses.
Kevin’s hand roams down Jakob’s body. And Jakob breaks their kiss to let out a sigh, or a moan. Heat spreads through him, raising up from his chest, as Kevin’s hand travels lower and lower. When Kevin reaches the end of Jakob’s ribs, his hand slides across Jakob’s jumper towards his belly button, and Jakob feels every ounce of his body fighting against pushing into Kevin’s touch.
Kevin reaches it: Jakob’s crotch, and Jakob lets out a series of short, rapid, shallow breathes. Kevin pushes his hand against the fabric of Jakob’s jeans. It’s rough against his warm, smooth skin. When Jakob moans, Kevin retracts his hand, and Jakob’s moan quickly becomes a whine mid-sound. The noise makes Kevin chuckle. Jakob feels his upper body rattle as he does.
Jakob is hard. He knows he is, and he knows Kevin knows he is. He shouldn’t need to say, his body talks for him and he forces himself forward to try, find and reconnect to Kevin’s open, waiting hand. Kevin runs his hand up and down Jakob’s noticeable bugle. He should pull away and let Jakob deal with his own mess, he thinks, as a smirk dances over his lips.
Another kiss is initiated by Jakob in a bid to hide his moans.
Jakob needs to discard the ice-cream and it’s wrapper. He notes with some disappointment and surprising brain cell usage at a time when Kevin seems determined for him to loose them all, that Kevin is leaning over somewhat awkwardly. That he too is largely constraint to using just one hand.
He needs rid of his frozen treat and now. He shoves as much of it into his mouth as he can.
“Now, now, Jakob,” Kevin’s ever calm voice murmurs. And when Jakob’s guilty look makes eye contact he adds “Share” and moves to once again cover Jakob’s mouth with his own.
It’s not a kiss, more a sharing of the melting cream.
Jakob hopes he can discard the wrapper by distracting Kevin with a kiss.
As Kevin’s ghost-like light touch over the bugle in his jeans continues to drive him closer and closer to coming in the next few breathes, Jakob moves the hand playing in Kevin’s hair, down Kevin’s body.
Kevin’s smirk briefly falls from his face, as Jakob feels Kevin’s raising heat through the heavy fabric of his sweatshirt. Jakob’s hand travels quickly though: he selfishly chases his own pleasure, and he needs his dick free. And now.
Now free of the wrapper, Jakob’s hand finds Kevin’s cheek, before it also trails down Kevin’s body, following the path of his other hand. Both Jakob’s hands now hover over his button and fly. But he pauses, and looks up at Kevin.
Retracting his hand, Kevin nods. He licks his lips as Jakob frantically frees his hard, possibly leaking cock from it’s confines, and lets out a shaky breath.
Kevin chuckles, and Jakob wonders what Kevin is thinking. Is he going to leave Jakob like this: hard, leaking and exposed, with his lips parted, eyelids heavy, breath shallow and desperate, ice-cream dipping from his chin? Did Kevin see him carelessly toss the discarded wrapper? Is this his punishment? Is this a suitable punishment?
“P-please, Kevin?” he whispers.
Kevin chuckles again, but his finger has already started a too slow, steady trace. Jakob feels the touch with a heightened sense that makes it difficult to not spill his load now. He bites down hard on his lip and scrunchies up his face.
His hands move, with a noticeable shake to Kevin’s body. He slips them under the hem of Kevin’s sweatshirt and feels Kevin’s goosebumps raise despite his skin still radiating heat. He freely roams Kevin with no order, or direction: he just needs to touch Kevin, to feel Kevin.
Kevin travels his length with a tenderness in his fingertips that drives Jakob into a state: the touch is too light, and soft, and yet it’s forcing his orgasm ever closer. Perhaps Kevin is just that good. Perhaps he is just that desperate. Perhaps it’s most definitely both.
“P-” Jakob tries to plea again.
Kevin relents, but not before allowing that signature smirk to return. He wraps his long fingers around Jakob’s thick girth, and strokes him with more pressure and speed that his finger had. Jakob releases his lip, only to immediately recapture and bite down on it again. He lets his eyes fall shut, his head is thrown back the short distance into the head rest behind him, as his chest heaves heavily for breathes he can’t find in the too small space between him and his release.
He cums in Kevin’s hand, with a fuck, and a soft near whispered Kevin on his lips. He slums back, and allows himself a few moments to feel his orgasm as it powers through him: his heartbeat hammering against his chest, his face too hot, his skin warm with a glistening of sweat, his eyelids still closed, eyes with pupils still too blown to deal with even a dim light, his lips parted allowing for the shallow breathes he takes.
Before he’s returned to his usual state, Jakob’s taken his hand and found Kevin’s. He brings it up, shakily, to the space between their faces.
“I-” he starts, and Kevin shushes him, by laughing. The cool breeze it sends over his face is welcomed by Jakob. “I-” Jakob repeats undeterred. “Clean… Mess… I made!”
Kevin laughs. It makes no sense but it makes perfect sense, and he nods, although it’s unclear if Jakob’s heavy eyelids prevented him from seeing. Kevin moves his hand, and Jakob’s shaky one, towards Jakob’s parted lips.
Jakob opens his mouth wider and takes in all of Kevin’s fingers, adding a new layer of wetness. His tongue laps at the end of Kevin’s fingertips before he pulls back, deciding to take each finger in turn. Jakob moans as he sucks his own creamy goodness off the lolly-stick that is Kevin’s long fingers.
Kevin moans too. His eyes have closed, and lips have parted. His breaths become more frequent yet more shallow, as Jakob works each finger in turn.
They let out equally shaky breaths together as Jakob hands Kevin back the control, and use, of his hand. He takes his own and reaches towards Kevin, hoping to contact the bulge he knows is growing in Kevin’s jeans, but Kevin sits back in his seat, and lets out a swear word.
It makes Jakob giggle, and he looks over at Kevin with his eyelids still heavy, but open. He looks sleepy, blissful, and Kevin near swears again at the sight.
“Can I-You?”
Kevin sighs, but it’s light, and filled with lust. He licks his lips before he replies with a laugh, “Jakob, please! You’ve already made a mess of the car!” Jakob looks down. Kevin laughs again, “And of me…” he adds in a near whisper.
“Then you-” Jakob starts with growing concern, despite him feeling giddy knowing the reaction he’s caused in Kevin.
“Can wait” Kevin decides and he smiles towards Jakob, “-until home!”
Jakob giggles, “You know how I like to make a mess of things!”