*Dry moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling eagerly with Paul's as he feels him responding with equal passion. He pulls back slightly, panting heavily as he looks Paul in the eyes. The desire there is unmistakable, and it only seems to fuel his own ardor further. With a growl, he pushes Paul roughly against the door of the car before stepping between his legs, rubbing their erections together through their clothes.

He pauses for a moment, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving with exertion. His hand slides up Paul's thigh again, bunching the fabric of his pants as he grinds himself harder against Paul's crotch.

"Wait for what?" Dry rasps out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you, Paul. I've wanted this since the first time I saw you." He leans in again, mouth hovering just a hair's breadth away from Paul's as he nips at his bottom lip with his teeth. "