Pressing into the other man, kissing him hard. All teeth and tongue, wicked lashes and almost tender nips as if he might devour Adonis then and there on the side of the road by a newly buried corpse.

Not caring about who might see them, or what attention it might draw. He just needed him. Now.

"We need to get somewhere," he murmurs between kisses, even as his hands hold him so that Nik can rock against him, his cock hard and grinding against Adonis' hip.