Late nights at the office, the office in which Saeyoung had arranged for you, often make for a stressed and sleepy demeanor. You rubbed your fingers together, ran your hands through your hair, and tap, tap, tap on the keyboard as you overlooked several emails from guests questioning the RFA party for this year. The parties were absolutely growing, filled to the brim with a plethora of persons from the most obscure beings to large corporate owners. You had never seen such a mosaic of guests, and you wondered how you even managed to stay sane with all the extreme personalities when answering to them. Pair that with finding catering, back and forth emails with the venue, and making sure that there would be a secure way of collecting the donations. When you agreed to take on more responsibility that Jaehee usually covered, you gained even more respect for the diligent individual and how she handled everything so smoothly.

As a pause in your work, or to see if any other invites pop up, you log into the RFA messenger to a new chatroom. Greeted by Zen's selfies, you comment your words of praise, knowing it isn't a complete day if his face doesn't grace the app. Already your mind wanders away from your work as the actor talks about a new role, and possible modeling opportunities. Shortly after, Saeran joins, inquiring about his career as to get to know his new friends better.

Lately you find it hard to talk about yourself often as your answers are always the same: "Oh, well I've just been working on preparing the party." However, this time Saeran isn't buying it, and delves further, peeling out from you the fact that all the coordination has been a little much on you recently.

This guy is always one to have the utmost faith in you, never failing to encourage you with his shy enthusiasm. You're not sure what you would do without your companions from the RFA, constantly reminding you that there are good friends behind you when determination wavers. These kind words bring a smile to the corner of your lips as you give your thanks and you bid your goodnights. Back to work you go.

Just as you're about to focus back in, you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you jump and drop your phone into your lap. You curse under your breath and swivel to see your boyfriend staring down through his glasses with concern. Usually the roles are switched with you popping out from behind Saeyoung as he works. Half the time he's so immersed that it scares the hell out of him, so maybe it's only fair you're given your share.

Saeyoung chuckles, his hand now taking part in petting the top of your head. "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," There's a shrug, and he admits with adverted eyes, "That bad."

Even the smallest gesture radiates warmth throughout. As he continues stroking your hair, you lean into his hand with a hum, his presence already easing your flurried mind. Such expressions aren't subtle to his perception, ministrations lingering while he goes to cup your cheek.

Caressing his hand as you look up at him, you slowly exhale, "It's okay, I was just a little spaced out . . ."

"Working so hard on the fundraiser," he sighs in a bit of an exaggerated manner before crouching down to your chair-height. "You deserve a break," A gentle index finger brushes hair behind your ear, and the redhead hums, considering. "And I happen know just the thing."

Questioningly you look at him, but you decide to trust him. Having been working on fundraising relations for a while distracted you from how many hours have passed since the afternoon. It was doubted that most guests were still working, making for a good excuse to slip away.

"Alright," you accept as you sigh and flip the laptop down in defeat, although it's a loss you embrace at the moment. "What exactly did you have in mind . . .? "

Saeyoung reaches into his pocket with a jingle, revealing a set of car keys before swirling them around his index finger. This indication draws an immediate grin from you. "Pick a good playlist and get comfortable." He slides on a crimson flannel over his undershirt, flashing you a gleam of excitement as well as something else you're trying to register. "Then meet me in the garage."

You find yourself softening into leather, unable to wipe the pleased look off your face as the man next to you drifts onto a deserted road. Saeyoung looks just as pleased, stroking the steering wheel. It's as if he whispers sweet nothings to the mesh cover, mumbling about how much he missed this particular "baby". You giggle and admit to yourself that he was right, he did know just the thing. Night cruises are a weakness of yours, and as the soft beats of lo-fi intertwine into the serene atmosphere, you almost forget why you're stressed in the first place. You are even calm despite the increasing speed that used to put you on edge.

Saeyoung just knew you so well, and with that thought, you caught yourself staring. This boy was glowing, the tips of his hair illuminating with the dusk beam of the setting sun. There's also just something about how the gentle cerulean glow of the dashboard lights outline his features; it makes your heart pick up pace. With the window rolled down, red locks brush back to give you a rare view of his entire face. You tried your best not to be obvious, but he's always quick when it comes to your attention on him.

Eyes meet beneath the gleam of his glasses with a quirked brow and he places a hand on your thigh, the action adding to the heat that already welcomed your cheeks. He gives a squeeze and laughs quietly before shrugging his shoulder across his cheek. "Are there chips still stuck to my face or something?"

Slightly embarrassed, you quickly shift your eyes forward. "N-No I just..." You take a deep breath between explanations, placing your hand over his and returning to his eyes that bounced back to the road. Hopefully your forwardness distracts from your slip up. " . . .Am so in love with you."

Feeling his hand twitch, you can't help but know how sappy you're sounding, but it's bubbling up and needing release.

"How cheesy!" Saeyoung clutches his chest as he arrives at a stoplight, leaning to bump shoulders with you and kiss your cheek with a slow delicateness. His voice transforms into a low whisper, "You shouldn't say things like that so suddenly."

At this point, your fingers are intertwined and simple touches only make you want to press closer and closer to him. His lips linger over your jaw, gentle kisses roaming down below your ear and to your neck. Though you would never want him to stop, you manage to keep your eyes on the light, dreading the moment it switches.

Finally he meets your lips, and you try your best not to let your eyes slip shut. But it just feels so good as you hungrily kiss him back, gliding your tongue across his bottom lip.

Saeyoung groans against your lips, returning your entry with now half-lidded eyes. "Especially when I can't do much about it-"

You huff when he pulls away to the green light, the pleasant exchange extracting your needs. His taste remains and you lick your lips to try and keep as much with you as possible. For a couple years now, you and Saeyoung have been in a committed relationship, but his flavor is something you're never tired of. The want within you is never subsided, always stumbling toward desiring more.

However, his hand has not left your thigh. He strokes back and forth in a slow seesaw, reaching farther to your hips every return until he nestles under your skirt. The warmth tingles against your bare sides, and you can hear him scoff beneath his smile as he strokes that sensitive patch just beneath the upper hem. "No underwear today?"

"You told me to get comfortable-" Saeyoung has not stopped stroking with his rough thumb, the build up of the spot sprawling a crack in your explanation. "-so I. . ." Your body shifts, allowing him to grasp your behind. Compared to previous touches, his fingertips are rough and you bite your lip to muffle a low hum. There's an immediate realization to how silly it is to restrain sounds, seeing as you are both in a confined space. Only you, only him. Actions and sounds belong only to each other, and perhaps you both conclude that fact as a similar look is shared.

Flickering at him needingly, you slightly spread your legs and slowly release your lip from between teeth, attempting to spur him on further.

Perhaps you know him so well, a drawn out inhale confirming your plan. Although you almost regret your tease as Saeyoung pulls away to comb his fingers through your hair. His inquiry drops to a husky timbre, a switch you were hoping to flip on. "You really wanna play this game?"

I know you do, you thought. There had to be a reason he chose an automatic, the hacker never missed out on an chance to have both hands occupied for multitasking. Or at the very least, you dared to take advantage of the opportunity, replying without taking your eyes off of him. "And what if I do?"

A tug on your hair, you felt a grip tighten. The car's now intense glow traces the shadow of his adam's apple and he swallows hard before tugging on the collar of your shirt repeatedly. He keeps the windows rolled down, knowing the chill isn't too harsh, yet you hesitantly remove your shirt. It must be a no-underwear kind of night, feeling that prickle up your bare skin right to the perk of your breast. You watch both of his hands back on the steering wheel briefly for a wide turn, wondering how he has only been driving with one at this speed. But as Saeyoung slips his arm back around your shoulder to completely grasp at the newly exposed skin, the wind slows along with the vehicle.

All that hangs between you two is continuous sound of the stereo and the vibrating grumble of the engine. Breath becomes subtly audible, trying to find out whose it is. If the windows didn't have spectacular temperature controls, it might as well be foggy as the heat between you two introduces itself along for the ride.

Touching is slow, torturous as Saeyoung gropes your breast, idly playing with your swollen nipple. His thumb slowly circles the risen flesh before flicking, and you nuzzle into the comfort of his wrist with a whimper, senses heightened yet comforted by the smells of fresh detergent mixed with his own scent.

Body wriggling enjoyably at the pinches, tugs, and twists, your hand raises to clutch at the arm fabric of his flannel while the other nestles on the seat next to his thigh. There is a certain humor in mimicking his previous actions as you go to squeeze his leg, wondering if it amuses the receiving end. Thankfully it does in the way the corner of his mouth curls, awfully sinful for someone who claims holiness. Just as the turn signal clicks to go a direction, that crooked smile signals of what's to come.

Meticulous fingers travel down your side, once again finding their place beneath the hem of your skirt. No verbal commands are needed as he slips between your thighs with a nudge, and you curl forward along the seat with your knees to the dashboard, now craning your neck to him in a swelling excitement. Your obedience is rewarded with a dangerously slow stroke up your wetness, and his hand retracks only to return back to the sensitive bundle for a suddenly rough tease. Back and forth he repeats, dipping back into you every so often.

Lips slightly parted, you moan under hitched breath and notice that your eyes were closed in the moment. When they fling open, the many windows install a swift anxiety and you tug onto his sleeve.

"Saeyoung. . ." You hate to put a halt to any of this, but the slim moral side of you is alarmed. The other chunk that has already gone off the deep end whirls in the thrill of it. "Is this okay?"

"There's been, like . . . a total two cars for miles. Besides," he snorts. "This little number happens to have extremely tinted windows."

Purposeful car choice confirmed. Pieces of his "break" idea coming together would make you laugh to yourself if his long fingers weren't repeatedly stroking you as if you are the most precious "baby". So instead, you blurt out an obscene confession, voice cut to the shaky winds of your breath near the end. "Well, in that case. . .I happen to not care who sees. I want you, right now."

Needy words pull out an inaudible groan from Saeyoung. There was no way you could hear what he just said to you as a couple fingers roll a curl up within you without warning, and you mumble for a repeat.

He just shakes his head, rocking teasing digits so slow you feel an electrifying ache winding within you before he adds a third finger. Intentions are hidden under your breathy moans, the way your back curves against the seat, and you're not sure how much longer you can take of him not having his way with you.

But Saeyoung watches from the corner of his eye, regretting not being able to become completely attentive to your reactions. All to gather from how you felt around his fingers, the way your insides tremble every time he very gradually hits that spot that he's filed away in his mind's private folder of you. Over and over with increasing speed until low hums turn into desperate gasps. Neither of you were sure if the soft purrs were coming from you or the engine. He wants you to come right then and there so it lures you further into his own plan. This wasn't a brief cruise anymore, but now to find a secluded destination.

With a tight grip into the seat material, it squeaks, along with a mewl as you came. All you could do was hold onto his arm and the car, tilting your head back against the seat while your body that feels like fire sizzles against the icy leather.

How he undid you with one hand was beyond you, but nothing less from your one and only God Seven. That smug proudness even broadens its way across his face followed by a snicker, and he raises his fingers to his mouth for a theatrical tasting.

A quick release only reels you in for more, it's just not enough, and you really needed him right then and there. That goal comes closer as you roll into a scenic overlook, but it's an area you're unfamiliar with. No one around, trees to surround, and what seems to be an open sky above you as the moonroof retracts.

It almost feels like the thump of your heart is in sync with the twinkling of the stars. The air smells of dried leaves and a crisp cold that you hardly noticed against the warmth within you. There is an understanding of urgency, however you still had the audacity to take it slowly in your slight addiction to the build. With that in mind, your hand on his thigh roams to pat at Saeyoung through his jeans, grip only tightening through his strangled groan.

Seat belts slip off with a zip, and you're on him as soon as the restraints disappear. He seems to have the same thing in mind as his body immediately shifts over to your seat, disregarding anything in his path to kissing you. For a moment you can see your blurred reflections bouncing back and forth against one another, lips roughly crushing together.

Hastily you begin messing with the hem of his jeans, requesting he match you in the lack of clothing. Maybe he doesn't notice, the way he carnivorously ravishes you with his mouth from your lips down the side of your neck suggests his dazed need. Its effect also shows in the hardness now pressing to your palm, muffled noises brushing your collar when you press back in a slow roll. You only want to please him, and although it isn't vocalized, it is spoken in tugging hard on his pants for a quick reveal.

Saeyoung's hands seem to conquer every area of your body, marking a mental 'x' on the spots that made you whimper, and a physical mark with his mouth where his suckles turn into bites. Their travel roams under the backside of your skirt with a squeeze, your squeak now puffing against his ear as he presses closer. In the back of your mind, you know one thing for certain; there is hardly time for gimmicks. Just both of you here, craving each other now.

You stickily part for a moment, pulling the lever to scoot back before turning to curl in front of the seat. There is a fear of minimal room, and although it isn't an ideal distance, you could not have cared as bright eyes give you a look that strikes a fuse in your blood. Saeyoung scoots to take over your previous spot, giddy at how there is now room for both his legs and you.

"It's not too uncomfortable, is it?" It's immensely cute how he is still trying to be considerate even though you can hear the whine of hunger. Saeyoung combs a hand through your bangs, and you swear that how he looks down at you in this state could rule your whole world.

With an evil hum, your hands snake around his calves. "Don't worry," you assure. The chance is taken to inch closer to his length, and you give him a wet peck before flashing your gaze back to his hazed appearance. "Worth it."

And worth it is, the way that he reacts as you slide your tongue out from your lips slowly, closing your mouth over him when you reach the tip. You have done this loads of times, loads of places, but you can't help but notice that there was something about the situation that twinges his reactions higher than normal. That meant it would be easy to bring him to the edge just as he had with you.

In moments you had him fidgeting and grasping roughly into your hair, and you could tell he was trying not to buck his hips, so you hasten and deepen your movement. By the glance beneath your lashes you could tell he was trying to still be on the look-out, but failing every pass of your lips around his length.

Just before he breaks, he stops you with a particularly harsh tug on your hair. Saeyoung pants as he caresses your cheek, licking his lips that are dry from heavy breath. "Get up here," he commands. It's not a suggestion, his voice soaked with a desire that turns you on even more.

You crawl back up from your position with a curt stretch, carefully raising as to wrap your reddened knees around his straining form. The new searing heat from the leather is painful to the irritation, though a delicious pain combined with the soft cushion of the expensive material. It's a slow spread around his lap, back reeling so you can wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Of course there is a rush with the consequential chance of getting caught, and yet you can't help but take it slow when you rest your forehead against Saeyoung's for an innocent kiss. He whines your name against your lips and you retort with a low laugh, hair on your arms raising as you can feel his arousal greeting the inside of your thigh. Your chuckle echoes in his ears, the exhilaration practically oozing from his being, and you can sense it.

Why life with Saeyoung was consistently exciting amazed those around you frequently, but they most likely don't understand. As you plant kisses below his ear and graze your slickness along his member, you ponder the source of the lifestyle, from the very beginning in your search for his long lost twin. Dangerous times. 'Tonight could be our last night, or...we might be able to spend the rest of our lives together.' That fact has stuck with you both to this day in a promise to truly spend every second as if it were the last.

His words ring in your head while you rise over him, skirt hoisting up around your waist with the elevation. Fingers now curl into the backrest on either side of him for leverage, breath staggering with anticipation. Despite what you thought might be a cramped fit, the arrangement of bodies is nice and snug, and you both shiver as you slide down on him. You decide to give in, you could tell his want has him in agony by the immediate cling of your warmth. As you match him in that respect, there remains the part of your that likes to tease him. It urges you to lazily bounce yourself on top of him, savoring how your hardened nipples brush against his chest.

Saeyoung's hands on your hips tremble in their tight grip, the sign of restraint. He can no longer handle the torment, taking your bait as he fluidly thrusts once roughly up into you. The depths of your most intimate spots are reachable through this position, whining his name loudly as you sink back down. He gives an agreeable grunt of is own, this exchange repeating as he kisses down the side of your neck, teeth digging into you in pace with another particularly curt buck.

Eventually your hips find his rhythm, for a while you both just revel in the risky occasion and the feeling of skin against skin. You can hear the heated mumbles of praises against your collar while you look up through the moonroof, losing yourself if only for a couple seconds. It's an easy thing to do with the exposed night sky. Your shivering body rolls on top of him when you open your upward-facing eyes to the stars for your heart to soar along the constellations.

With you returning to lean forward over him, every pass of his length brushes against your clit, taking you closer to the edge. Saeyoung's pace hastens, his hips leaving the seat to hit the sweetest depths of you. Aside from exhaling his name, you try to get out coherent approvals, but find the pleasure doesn't allow anything but noises and broken words to escape your lips. Your limbs wrap around his sweaty body to anchor the floating that you feel, and your lips meet his to swallow his groan, as it were the last connection to root yourself to him.

The mix of high moans rises above the stereo. You love the way he repeats your name quietly against your lips, speaking quicker as you both unravel. You tense from the familiar fill within you and it leaves you shaking long after, the lack of movement having you slip down onto him.

For a while, Saeyoung just holds you, panting evident in the pause between songs. A tickling in the crook of your neck allows a breathy giggle as he buries his face into the purpled skin. The love that you feel overflows, wondering just how you deserve wonderful moments like these. They're unforgettable treasures, times that made you know just how grateful you were to have what you did with Saeyoung.

Happy thoughts coat your mind, but you want to know what he's thinking too. You retreat with a peck, sliding off of him to hop into the driver seat. Without the heat of his body, the cold hits you harshly. Just as you're about to grab for your shirt, Saeyoung is already slipping his flannel around your flushed frame that is decorated with goosebumps. Rather than directly thanking, a sweet smile makes its way across your face as a muscular arm swings around your shoulders to pull you closer.

Your head feels incredibly fuzzy as your boyfriend's scent completely envelopes your senses, making a scene of it by rubbing your face into the collar of the striped fabric.

"I love you," you breathe. "Thank you for taking me out here today." It feels like forever since a structured sentence came from your mouth. The fast thump of your heart only adds to the gooeyness that you feel, you hope that it gets across in your stare into his eyes.

Saeyoung softly hums his return, "Absolutely!" His gaze holds with yours, and there's that signature grin that makes you melt. When he goes to peck your cheek, the smirk you felt is crooked and you just know he has a teasing comment. "Perhaps the antidote was more than just a car ride, huh..." He can't hold back a chuckle of his own.

"Pfft," You nudge him with your elbow and hum, however you aren't denying it. "Who knows."

"Hold on a sec. . . What do you think you're doing? You are not driving us ho-"

"Please!" Digits grasp his undershirt, guiltily noting that you're wearing his warmest layer. You beg with your bottom lip out, fluttering lashes.

"Babe-"

"I'll be safe, I promise!"

A dismissive sigh gives you hope as he throws his back against the seat, pursing his lips that you just now noticed were tinted with the leftover lipstick you had on from the day. You use an un-buttoned cuff to cover your snicker.

"Fine," he agrees, reaching to start the engine for you. "However! It's on the condition that you go exactly the speed limit, and..." Almost too thrilled with him giving in to you, you're taken back by his thumb and forefinger gripping your chin to bring your face near him. Under the sweet intentions there is a subtle seductiveness in his tone. "Kiss me at every stop light. Got it?"

"Aye aye, Captain." And with a salute to him, he nods approvingly. You flick the lights on, reversing back onto your path home. Once again you mentally record the reflections of light off of your love, this time the moon giving you a wonderful sight of the glee on his face. The air is accompanied by Saeyoung's laughter, allow you to savor the feeling of being profoundly content.

The car drives smoothly as you both go back and forth between conversation and comfortable silence, hands interlocked. Wind twirls between strands of your hair, and you sigh, making sure you document this feeling of freedom. You weren't sure why, but car rides always seemed to have their magic. Maybe you should take breaks like this more often.

A/N : sadly didn't see many car-related fics with Seven so I made my own. (': this is v dangerous do not try this at home, kids...LOL

thank you for reading!