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It's the first days of spring, when Killer is on their way home during rush hour. The train is so cramped with people, they could barely move an inch. Killer is already sandwiched between the train window and other people's bodies, awkwardly trying not to bump into anyone. When they suddenly feel someone stumble into their back, shoving them further onto the window wall.
Killer looks over their shoulder to scold the stranger," Be caref…." but the words die in their throat. There is a big hunky redhead in a fluffy coat, with amber eyes and the most feral grin that Killer has ever seen, standing directly behind them.
When Killer meets the redheads eyes, they swallow and quickly turn back around, heat spreading over their cheeks.
"What did you say handsome?" a slightly gravelly voice said.
Killer wants to hide, did he call them handsome?! They check back over their shoulder, just to realize that the redhead was now even closer than before, looking directly into Killer's face. God, that man had beautiful eyes.
"I uhmn.." but before Killer could say anything more, the train took some sudden brakes for its next stop and sent Killer directly onto the window wall, while the other man was now fully pressed against their back. Instead of backing off, he seemed to press his body even further into Killer when a bunch of other people entered the train.
This was bad! They could smell the redhead’s subtle cologne and feel the man's breath next to their ear. A shiver runs down Killer's body while goosebumps spread over their skin. How could a stranger provoke such a reaction out of them, and even worse in public.
With a jolt the train sets itself back into motion and the redhead is bumped forward into Killer's ass. They hear a little grunt from above and they hold their breath when they feel something hard and not so subtle poke against their ass. That can't be true, it must be the man's phone or something. Killer's face was now beet red from embarrassment, but something else was starting to bubble up too, excitement.
The next curve, another jolt, another clashing of Killers ass with the stranger's crotch, this time they hear a moan next to their ear. Killer looks over their shoulder again and is greeted with a mischievous grin, hungry eyes and slight blush on the man's pale skin.
The redhead leans forward and asks "Bumpy ride today, huh?" while Killer just breathes out a "Yes…".
Apparently this was all the confirmation the guy needed, now starting to grind against their ass in earnest, while holding onto their hip with a grip that will probably bruise later. And Killer shouldn't enjoy it as much as they do– but they feel a tingle in their groin that quickly grows and spreads into their belly. This, combined with the rush of adrenaline, that someone might find them out–they get even more needy and turned on.
The next trust comes and Killer whimpers.
"Ahhww, you make such pretty noises for me." The stranger whispers in their ear and then starts to nibble at their earlobe. This is the moment Killer loses it, they try to stifle a moan, biting on their lip, while they grind back into the clothed cock behind them.
They're quickly rewarded with a big hand sneaking in front of their jeans so Killer can hump against it. Finally some release! They instantly try to press harder against the hand, which with every thrust, sends sparks up their body.
"So greedy…" chuckles the redhead behind them. "I can make you feel even better, do you want that?"
Killer nods, they don't trust their voice or their ability to speak anymore. What if the people around them hear their cracked voice or even their moans? Killer is surprised that the crowd didn't find out already what the both of them are doing.
This was the moment when a hand opens their jeans and pulls down their panties and jeans, just a bit further down than their ass cheeks. Hands back in a tight grip on their hips. Then they feel a cock push between their thighs, slick with precum.
"Press your legs together for me, would you?" Killer could hear in the redhead's voice, how much this affects him too.
So they close their legs to create more pressure. The first moment it's still a bit dry, but when the precum mixes up with their own slick, it glides perfectly between Killer's legs. When they look down, they can see the redhead’s cock disappearing and reappearing between their legs. They never thought that this could be such a turn on for them and that they get this wet.
Now with every jerk of his hips, the tip of the redhead's dick rubs against their clit.
And Killer is so far gone, they don't know if they still keep all the noise and moans in, or if the whole train can hear them getting off on a stranger's dick. Another few thrusts and a tingling heat spreads through Killers body when they cum. A few blissful seconds everything whites out.
When they come back to their senses, they can barely stand, and their legs feel like jello. The only thing holding them up, are the strong hands of the stranger on their hips. Then they recognize the desperate movement between their legs and hear the ragged breath in their ears. With a low grunt the other man cums, smearing it between Killer’s thighs and onto their ass. As if he wants to mark them as his.
The redhead was now slumped over their back, breathing hard. Before he withdraws, he pushes Killer's jeans and panties back up over the mess he's made, then tucked himself away. Just in time as the train comes to a halt and the doors start to open.
Mr. Redhead starts to walk past Killer for the door, when he turns around at the last moment, with a wide grin he says "By the way, the name is Eustass Kid. This was fun, hope we see each other some time again." and then vanished in a crowd of people. Killer just stares, still dumbfounded with what just happened.
Back home they find a little note with a phone number in their pocket.