think of him in his ripped skinny jeans and black tank top, long hair in a low ponytail, this seems like a whole different layer of sinfully good looking like he should be some grease monkey mechanic on his break and crawling over you, I want this

wroteclassicaly:

Looking like the devil when he’s fixing your car. It makes you hit the gas and rev your engine. When you both go to test drive your car after he works on it, to make sure it’s all in order, well, you cave. Your breathing is heavy because you can’t have the radio on to drown out your panting and nerves, because he needs to make sure your engine sounds better. He asks why you’re worked up and you’re shaking, holding the wheel, you pull over and he’s looking at you, a strand of his hair loose, his rings on his fingers.

It’s all too much at once that you dive across the seat and kiss him. It’s hot and sweaty sex, anyone could drive by you and see. His shirt is off, your hand is tugging his ponytail back, your mouth going up his neck as you rock across him. His rings scrape across the naked flesh of your back. This is a much better ride.