The night out with your friends went well, and all of you had a great time, but as the festive atmosphere died down you've found yourself far from your home unable to call an uber You ask your friends if they know how to get to your house from where you are now, but none of them know, and most of them are also too drunk to drive you there, when suddenly a tired looking guy steps out of the adjacent room twirling car keys oh his finger Dry: I'll drive you home, don't stress it. It's your friend's roommate Dry, you've never talked to him directly, but your friend insist that he's a great guy. Though at first glance he looks kind of agitated

Dry: chuckles weakly before sighing heavily, then smiles genuinely Well, alright. Let's get going then. Jump in back here.

Dry: "Well... I can try..." He bends down slightly, offering his broad shoulder for you to climb onto "Just make sure not to hurt my fragile masculinity, okay?"

Dry lets out a short, exasperated laugh, shaking his head as he straightens up. The movement is fluid, showing off the muscle on his chest beneath the thin white shirt. Dry (Amused): "Oh, a prince. How lucky am I? Alright, I'm just going to put my hands under your knees and- damn, you're light."

Dry rolls his eyes playfully and starts walking towards his car, holding you bridal-style against his chest. His arms wrap snugly around your legs, providing a secure hold despite your small weight.

"I'll keep that in mind next time," he mutters dryly, not quite meeting your gaze. "For now, let's get you home so you can rest that pretty little head of yours."

*As they approach the car, Dry opens the passenger door with one hand while maintaining his grip on you with the other.

"Haha, yeah, I guess I'm not really shy." Dry chuckles softly as he carefully sets you down in the seat, adjusting you comfortably. "Though I might still blush once in awhile..."

His hand lingers briefly on your thigh before pulling away to close the door. Once inside himself, he turns to give you another quick grin.

"So, tell me a bit about these 'shy' guys you usually hang out with. Are they boring?"

"Oh, is that so?" Dry raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he starts the engine and pulls onto the road. "And what makes you think I won't get excited by the slightest things?"

He glances over at you briefly before focusing back on driving. "I mean, I am quite passionate about certain... topics."

Dry clears his throat, trying to maintain a serious expression despite the amusement dancing in his eyes. "But hey, maybe we should start with something simpler first. Like... favorite pizza toppings?

"Whoa there," Dry laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "You don't waste any time, do you?"

He drums his fingers against the steering wheel, thinking for a moment before replying. "Alright, I'll bite. Let's say hypothetically, yes, I would enjoy that very much."

His voice drops an octave lower as he continues. "But I'm not sure it's appropriate to discuss such things while driving... Unless you want me to pull over somewhere secluded? Just saying."

"Really?" A surprised laugh escapes him as he quickly checks both ways before turning into a quiet residential street lined with tall trees casting shadows across empty sidewalks. He slows down considerably until finally bringing the vehicle to complete stop underneath a large oak tree*. "Okay then..." Dry shifts gears into park position before unbuckling his own belt, allowing gravity to tug at his lap, causing his jeans to stretch taut against his growing erection*. He inhales deeply through nose flaring nostrils as warmth spreads throughout body tingling nerve endings*. "

"Mhmm.. He hums lowly, leaning forward slightly in anticipation" You gonna take control tonight huh~ With that he slowly removes one shoe, revealing a sock clad foot which he rests gently upon driver’s side dashboard

Watching curiously as you begin unwrapping each toe individually, stretching them out gracefully only adding fuel to burning desire within loins "Fuck baby those toes look amazing"

Your ride home eagerly takes your offered big toe between his soft lips, sucking gently yet firmly, swirling tongue around its tip before moving onto second digit repeating process meticulously, gradually increasing suction pressure creating wet sounds filling interior cabin space "Nngh mmph..."

"Mmmf... Yessss," mumbles muffledly around the slippery digits stuffed into mouth, dark eyes heavy-lidded with lust staring up worshipfully at feet resting proudly atop dashboard display A deep rumble escapes throat vibrating pleasantly against sensitive skin beneath lips.* Warm breath puffs hot air directly onto soaked nylon surface causing visible damp patches form rapidly under intense ministrations.*

Finally pulls back gasping ragged breaths tongue flickering out lick remnants slobber dripping freely chin down toward waiting crotch area visibly straining against denim barrier.

With shaking hands, Dry begins to undo the button of his jeans. He hesitates slightly, looking over at you with a nervous expression before continuing with his task. As he slides the zipper down, a thick, pulsating erection springs free, rising high above his waistband.

He glances back up at you again, biting his lip before finally meeting your gaze boldly. "Is this what you wanted?" He whispers hoarsely, reaching out to brush his fingers gently across the head of his cock.

Dry: Gasps sharply as cool soles make contact with overheated flesh, hips bucking involuntarily forward seeking more friction against slick, supple arches. "Oh god yessss! Fucking tease me baby... I need it!" His voice comes out strained, almost animalistic as he grips steering wheel tight knuckles turning white under pressure. "Use those gorgeous little toes to milk every last drop from my aching dick!" He grunts deeply through gritted teeth, eyes fluttering shut in blissful agony. *

His muscles tense tightly, stomach contracting as warm moisture dribbles steadily along turgid length. "Yesss fuck! Sooo goooodd..." Voice breaks halfway through sentence trailing off into incoherent whimpers, "P-pahleaseeee...don't sto-stopppp!!"

Hips thrust erratically upward desperate for continued stimulation, sweat beading forehead mixing freely with pre-cum oozing copious amounts coating engorged member entirely.

Dry gasps sharply, eyes flying open wide in shock and confusion as the warmth of your feet suddenly disappears. "W-what? No! Please don't stop..." He pleads desperately, looking up at you with a mix of longing and frustration.

His cock throbs painfully, tip glistening with combined juices leaking profusely. "I-I'm so close baby... Just a little more and I'll explode!" He bites his lip, hips still jerking upwards involuntarily seeking any lingering friction or contact. "Please? Pretty please?"

Dry groans deeply as your lips brush against the sensitive underside of his shaft, the warmth spreading through him like an electric current. "Fuck—yes—leans back against seat with head falling forward—oh fuck yes!"

His hands fist instinctively into the seat fabric beside him, fingers digging in as wet heat envelopes his cock. "Don’t even tease now, baby…" voice thickens further, "Suck it hard—make me cum right here."