His car alone was enviable. Metallic blue, deep black towards the rear and, damn, this car looked expensive. Yasuo opened the hinged doors, you almost felt sober again. That wasn't a car, it was luxury on four wheels, lowered, with an aerodynamic design and the driver's seat in the middle, framed on both sides by another seat. You had to swallow and your throat suddenly felt dry, which immediately made you rub it, hoping he didn't notice. You cleared your throat. If you were to be honest, you couldn't bring yourself to utter a word, even if it was on the tip of your tongue to say that this car was exactly what you liked and you hardly dared to sit in it . Even if Yasuo had already interpreted the welcoming gesture for you. But you didn't want to keep him waiting either.

The feeling of the white, soft leather was strange but incomparably comfortable at the same time as you finally sat down. Despite that it was dark outside, the intense white interior lighting inside the car made it look like it was still daytime. If you were to be honest with yourself, you didn't even want to know the price of this car. At that moment you wanted the alcohol back. Inside this car you felt a little out of place, even if you didn't mean to rule out that it was worth the experience. Nevertheless, your gaze finally touched Yasuo again, who sat down on the driver's seat with a sweeping movement and put both hands on the steering wheel after closing the door.

When the engine roared a few moments later, your thoughts became blurred again, because at the same time the sound system switched on and the vibration of the bass seemed to penetrate your whole body. It almost felt too good.

"Speechless?"

"What?"

That one word followed much faster than you could even think. Afterwards you could have cursed at yourself for it - especially because Yasuo already sounded so amused again. You've probably made yourself a fool again.

"You don't happen to see a car like this all the time. To be honest, I've never seen a model like this and I would be lying if I said I wasn't impressed. But such things are irrelevant."

At least you tried to justify yourself. Even if it didn't do you any good.

Yasuo drove off, the engine roared and it only took a few moments before you had left the parking lot and the street lights rushed past the windows. You felt like you couldn't even properly process the fleeting lights. Everything outside the window melted into a colored mass on a black background.

How fast was he actually driving?

If you're to be honest, you didn't care as long as he knew what he was doing, and that seemed to be the case. The lights rushing by had pulled you under their spell so much the next question was almost lucky to get through to you. You almost didn't hear it, so you still couldn't be that sober.

"What's your name actually? I assume that I don't have to introduce myself anymore, and I usually only take people with me whose names I at least know."

That made sense and at the same time it made you feel like some kind of exception. Still, you weren't about to deny the information, answered quickly - maybe a little too quickly - and let your gaze flicker over his profile for a moment. If you looked at him that way, in the constant flickering of the lights rushing by, completely focused on the roadway, he just made more impression and... Damn it, he looked good.

With many people in public, you often heard that they looked different without Photoshop, weren't as pretty as on the magazine covers, but he - since you couldn't have seen the others up close - was definitely not just the exception, but also the confirmation of the rule at the same time. Yasuo was simply impressive. His movements, his focused expression and the way he straightened his glove while driving. It was incredibly difficult not to look at him, even if you knew he had noticed it by now. That this was exactly what you were uncomfortable with was out of the question, but something inside you was preventing you from stopping it.

In your fascination you hadn't even noticed that the car had come to a standstill again. Only when you looked out of the windshield you did notice why you had stopped at all. You were on the roof of a parking garage, just a narrow iron railing in front of you and below the insomniac lights of the big city, which still suggested that there was a hustle even at that time oft he day. Your gaze wandered. Except for Yasuo's car, the roof of the parking garage was fully empty. The view that stretched over the edge of the roof was breathtaking. You wouldn't even have known what to say or how to react.

Yasuo leaned back slightly, folded his arms behind his head, closed his eyes. Again he had completely absorbed your gaze and you were sure that he knew it. The alcohol in your blood made your mind go crazy. You knew you shouldn't think about it, but something within you almost wanted to touch him. You only noticed that your hand was already moving by itself when it was already too late and it was almost resting on his upper arm. Goosebumps immediately rolled over your body. You held your breath for a moment, almost frightened by the reaction that hadn't even followed.

You were probably worrying too much because he didn't even look dismissive, just turned his head a little to look at you. It almost felt like an eternity in which you looked straight into his brown eyes and finally just leaned forward to kiss him.

Damn, you really shouldn't have been drinking, tonight, and probably not in the future either.

For a few moments you weren't even sure if you were just imagining that he was returning the kiss as well. But neither you nor the rest of your alcohol level cared about it. At that moment you just wanted to enjoy it.

Your hands went from his upper arm to his chest. The thin fabric of his shirt let you feel his muscles, even if your hands were shaking. He felt it inevitably and yet he finally loosened his seat belt, only to loosen yours seconds later - without breaking the kiss. Finally feeling his hands on your back made your body overheat almost instantly. Your body surrendered to the touch immediately, leaning against it before you dared to let your hand wander deeper, up to the waistband of his pants.

Fuck, everything felt right and wrong at the same time.

You weren't even sure how that was even possible, but at that moment you weren't even willing to ask questions anymore. Your brain had already switched itself off, thinking was definitely no longer possible. Until you broke the kiss and took a sharp breath, almost irritated. It was Yasuo who had overcome the last few inches and pressed your hand to his grotch. You could already feel his dick through the fabric of his pants, ran your fingers lightly over it before he opened his pants. The temperature in the car seemed to have risen again.

Without words. All of this had to go without words at that moment, you were no longer able to squeeze a word out of your throat anyways. You'd rather put your hand around his cock and begin to massage him slowly; an electrifying feeling. His dick was impressive.

Only a quick kiss followed before you leaned over and kissed the tip of his hardened member. You licked your lips, let the tip slowly slide into your mouth, while his hand wandered into your hair. Yasuo pressed you closer, giving you the opportunity to run your teeth over his flesh. You could feel it pulsing as he gasped slightly and you just had to swallow. At that moment you clearly had the feeling that he was too big for you. One more time you drew in a sharp breath before you began to move your head, letting your tongue slide along its shaft over and over again. Your hands cramped in the fabric of his pants, your excitement rose immeasurably and he also seemed to be no longer far from climax. You could feel it, just from the fact that he was eroticaly breathing harder, his gasping harsher, and the grip on the back of his head tightened. You increased the pressure slightly, ran your teeth over its shaft again before letting him slide out of your mouth, only to take him in again and drive him into ecstasy. To hear him moan your name as he came was the sexiest thing you've ever heard.

You swallowed painfully slowly a few times before you let him slip out of your mouth again to look at Yasuo again. His gaze was still veiled with lust and the sight was more than just breathtaking. Even as you began to realize what had actually happened in those last few minutes. You hadn't felt that sober since the beginning of that evening.

"In case you think I do this a lot; No."

You just had to smile after his words.

"Neither do I."

"But I would give you my number to return the favor. On one condition."

Yasuo stopped for a brief second. You wiped your lips softly, looked at him, silently questioning this condition.

"Which?"

"Not a word to anyone."

Yasuo smiled and you nodded.

"Not a single word."

You smiled.