Before the car even stopped, the sound of unclasping seatbelt could already be heard.
It was a flurry of moments filled with instinctual and reflexive movement. The car stopped, the engine drummed softly in the background, and Zein crossed the space in a heartbeat, not even waiting for Bassena to retract the seat to give them room.
Didn't matter. Nothing mattered once their lips met, and Zein wasted no time unbuckling the esper's belt as their tongue battled for dominance up there. It was an unspoken permission for Bassena to do the same, deftly freeing the guide's hardened member.
"Ngh--!" when Zein clasped their erection together, Bassena gained a moment of clarity where he dumbfoundedly realized that they were sober. They were of sound mind. And they did this on the side of the road.