Kota dragged his hand over his face, sweat already beading along his hairline from the thick heat building inside the SUV despite the AC humming low through the vents.
If he needed to get this over and rest up, he needed to get through this calmly, keep his head straight, not let the nonstop chaos in the car pull him under again like it had all morning. His body still throbbed everywhere, hips aching like they'd been worked over with a hammer, cock raw and half-hard in his jeans from the leftover buzz of yesterday's marathon, balls heavy and sore from being drained fourteen times straight.
The leather seat stuck to the backs of his thighs through his pants, the faint smell of new car mixed with the sharp tang of sweat and lube and cum that clung to everyone like a second skin. He shifted once, trying to find a spot that didn't press right on the bruises forming along his inner thighs, but movement only made it worse. Then he noticed the ass of Dennis was dangerously close to his face, that massive heart-shaped thing hovering inches away as the younger boy kept grinding and bouncing on top of Grayson right there in the back seat, cheeks spreading wide every time Dennis rocked forward, the deep cleft.
For some reason that ticked him off, the sheer shameless jiggle of it so close like it was taunting him on purpose, begging without words, and he slapped the ass hard, palm cracking loud against the soft flesh with a satisfying jiggle that sent ripples across both globes like water disturbed in a pool. Dennis moaned instantly, high and needy, the sound vibrating through the tight space, and jiggled it more on purpose, pushing back into the slap, cheeks clapping once against each other as he egged him on with a breathy "harder, Kota, please, mark your toilet up," his hole still twitching visibly from the earlier rounds, puffy rim winking open and closed like it remembered every inch he'd taken.
Kota wanted to pin this slut down right there against the seat, flip him face-first into the leather, spread those cheeks wide and slam back inside just to shut him up and remind him who was in charge, feel that tight ass grip him again and hear those broken little begs turn into full screams, but he was cut off by Elliot and Riley going from arguing to straight flirting in the front seats, their voices shifting so fast it felt like the whole car tilted with the change.
Elliot kept one hand steady on the wheel, eyes locked on the road ahead where the suburbs blurred into wider streets lined with tall oaks and manicured lawns, but his other hand had drifted over to Riley's thigh, squeezing the soft flesh through the tight fabric of those ripped jeans while Riley leaned in close, breath hot against Elliot ear.
"You think your pathetic little inch-and-a-half can even reach anything useful?" Riley shot first, voice dripping pure venom wrapped in honey, lips brushing Elliot's neck as he spoke. "Mine's almost two full inches and still stretches better than that sad nub you call a cock. I could edge you for six straight hours tonight, tie you to the bedframe with those silk ropes you pretend you don't love, and make you watch while I ride Kota instead, let you leak all over your own stomach without ever letting you cum once." Elliot laughed low, dangerous, fingers digging harder into Riley's thigh until the platinum-haired boy squirmed. "Six hours? Cute. I'll edge you for twelve, you stretched-out whore, keep you plugged with the biggest toy i own while I whisper every filthy detail of how Kota's gonna wreck that sloppy hole of yours later. You'll be crying and begging me to let you touch yourself by hour four, promising to stop being such a rude little slut who mouths off in my car." Riley's hand shot down between Elliot's legs, palming the small bulge there and squeezing just enough to make Elliot's breath hitch, but his eyes never left the road. "Rude slut? Says the bitch who couldn't last two minutes if I actually let you inside me. I'm gonna teach you manners tonight, pin you down and ride your face until you learn how to shut that mouth and use it for something useful instead of running it like a desperate bottom."
Elliot growled, voice rough now, but the SUV stayed perfectly in lane as he reached over and yanked Riley closer by the collar of his crop top.
"Teach me? I'll teach you how to not be a rude slut, lock that pretty mouth around my cock and keep it there while I edge you for hours, make you swallow every drop and still deny you until you're shaking and promising to behave like a good boy for once." Their insults flew faster, voices overlapping in that heated, filthy rhythm, threats piling on top of each other until the air in the front seat crackled. "I'll edge you till you forget your own name," Riley hissed, leaning in so their lips almost touched. "Make you watch me get fucked and beg for scraps." Elliot countered instantly, hand sliding up to grip Riley's jaw. "I'll edge you till you cry real tears, then teach that rude mouth how to say please and thank you like the slut you are."
The bickering melted into something rawer, hungrier, their faces inches apart now, breaths mingling hot and fast. Riley's tongue flicked out first, tracing Elliot's lower lip in a slow, deliberate swipe. "You're gonna learn tonight," he whispered, voice thick. Elliot answered by crashing their mouths together, the kiss turning sexual instantly, wet and open and messy, tongues sliding deep while teeth nipped at swollen lips, low moans rumbling from both of them as hands roamed freely. Riley's fingers tangled in Elliot's hair, tugging hard enough to make the driver's head tilt back for a second before Elliot deepened it, sucking on Riley's tongue with filthy wet sounds that filled the front cabin.
All the while Elliot somehow kept his eyes on the road, one hand still on the wheel, steering smooth through the turns like the car was on autopilot, the other buried in Riley's platinum hair, pulling him closer so the kiss turned sloppy and desperate, spit trailing down chins as they devoured each other right there in the driver's seat. The SUV never swerved, never slowed, just kept gliding forward while the two brothers made out like they were trying to climb inside each other's skin, moans mixing with the wet smack of lips and the constant background slap of Dennis and Grayson still grinding in the back.
Kota watched it all in stunned silence, the whole scene surreal, his own hand still tingling from that slap on Dennis's ass, the younger boy still moaning softly and pushing back for more even as the front seat turned into its own private show.
The engine hummed steady beneath them, the leather creaking with every shift of bodies, the faint scent of cologne and arousal thick in the closed space, windows fogging slightly at the edges from all the heat pouring off everyone. Kota's cock twitched again in his jeans, sore but interested despite everything, the constant motion and sounds pulling at him even as exhaustion tugged the other way. Trees and houses blurred past the tinted windows, the ride stretching longer than it should have felt, every second packed with the wet sounds of kissing up front and the rhythmic grinding in back, Dennis's cheeks still jiggling faintly from the earlier slap, Grayson's hands kneading them harder now. The argument-turned-makeout session dragged on, Elliot and Riley breaking only for quick breaths before diving back in, tongues flicking, lips sucking, hands groping openly while the car stayed perfectly on course.
Kota dragged another hand down his face, trying to steady his breathing, the ache in his body mixing with the fresh stir of heat low in his gut, the whole ride one long tease he couldn't escape. Then the mansion came into view up ahead, the massive Hawthorne estate rising like something out of a dream against the late morning sky, wrought-iron gates already parting slowly as the SUV approached, gravel crunching under the tires. They arrived at the Hawthorne mansion, the car rolling to a smooth stop right at the grand front steps.