One-Shot series

He's at a bar, hidden in Zone 5 behind the cliffs and abandoned buildings. It's late, around eleven at night, and the place is pretty much full.
Ghoul hasn't seen Poison, Kobra or Jet, but he knows they're here. He know's Poison is watching. He smiles to himself, moving towards the dancefloor, nodding along to the 80's pop
that was pumping through his bones, vibrating under his feet.
He's grinding on a guy, maybe a little younger than he is and totally cute, when the heat behind him is gone and quickly replaced. Ghoul knows why immediately. He's breathing
against Ghoul's neck, hands faintly trailing up his thighs.
"You think you're funny, don't you?" The familiar, husky voice says in his ear and Ghoul smiles mischievously.
Poison.
"Mm," Ghoul hums - though Poison misses it over the music - and grins as he pushes back against Poison and hears a groan escape his lips. Hands splay across his hips and Poison
moves closer, lips closing in on Ghoul's neck.
Ghoul bits his lip and leans his head back, allowing Poison to suck further down, biting occasionally to hear Ghoul gasp, his name bleeding into a moan.
"The car's round back," Poison says into his ear before licking just below. Ghoul just nods, lacing his fingers through Poison's and leading him towards the backdoor.

It's kind of impossible to have even reasonably comfortable sex in the car. They can't see a thing and the roof slants down towards the back. It doesn't stop them though.
Ghoul is aching and whimpering for it when Poison finally pushes in, and he moans softly, biting his lip again and rocking upwards, the friction delicious.
It starts slow, careful pushes so not to move too much in the confined space, but it doesn't take long for Poison to lose himself. He's thrusting quickly, hips snapping back and forth
as if by reflex, and Ghoul is whining, claping onto the hair at the nape of Poison's neck.
"Mine," Poison growls, not even bothered that he's digging his fingers so hard into Ghoul's hips that it's definite that there'll be bruises. "Mine."
"Yeah, yeah, yes," Ghoul mewls, nodding slightly before he comes, hard. He meets Poison's hips one more time before going limp, smiling throughout the bliss. Poison is groaning his
name not seconds later.
"Mine," He says again, but a whisper this time, soft and sincere as he hides his face in Ghoul's neck.
"Yours," Ghoul replies, kissing his cheek clumsily and Poison smiles.

Notes

Kind of a short one