One hand stayed on the steering wheel as the other pumped two of its middle fingers in and out. His legs were parted, his lover’s foot in between them to give him easier control.

“You just couldn’t wait til we got home,” Leon chuckled, briefly switching to rubbing his thumb against the sensitive bundle of nerves just a few inches above his fingers.

Leon was driving normally, deciding not to rush home. He’d really handle them later, but for now he enjoyed their reactions to his fingers.