The limousine is thick with tension and Enzo's pheromones. The suppressants are hardly holding Enzo together at this point. His scent is so strong in the car that the partition was used to separate them from Rico driving in front. Even then, the sound of his coughing can be heard many, many times during the ride. Julian's green eyes, however, are rolled to the back of his head for a completely different reason, fingers digging into the leather. The butt plug is still vibrating softly inside him, and every time he moves on the seat, it presses deeper and deeper, making his knees shake. He has no choice but to bite back his moan, head thrown back against the armrest. Enzo watches him with open hunger. There's a huge tent in the front of his slacks, but he doesn't touch it. Instead, his gaze is pinned on Julian, whose thighs are trembling. "Enzo, please, I can't... ah!" His hands fly up to clamp over his mouth as the car hits a sudden bump, making the plug shift deeper insid
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