Stellan apparently felt over clothed and if Sig could think enough to move his hands he might have assisted him. He pulled away to make room enough to take his jacket and shirt off, giving Sig a much better view of his decorated skin. He was a glorious sight to behold, well put together in all the right places. They were not separated long, Stellan eager to sate Sig's need, his mouth exploring and tasting, gentle. Sig stretched up into the attention, soaking it up like a sponge. It was all a bit out of place between two strangers but Sig was not complaining, enjoying the personal intimacy shared. Sig's promiscuity was not that he feared intimacy, just that he was honest with himself. He would stick around only so long as that spark was there. With his last dalliance, that spark had been muffled with all the drama at the nightclub. No fixing it, nothing to harp on. It wouldn't ever be as good as it had been again so Sig preferred to leave his memories with Daniel hot, not extinguished.<br/><br/>Stellan was a new ember, coaxed to flame with little effort. The simple friction of their bodies had been enough.<br/><br/>Sig let out a noise of surprise as he was suddenly left bereft and then turned over. A gentle press between his shoulder blades as all he needed to lower his front down against the seats, ass in the air.<br/><br/>“To be fair, it's a nice door panel,” Sig returned; a joke. Stellan was much nicer to look at but he'd memorized all the lines of that hard body, enough that he could fill in the blanks and know perfectly well what was going on behind him. No time was wasted before Stellan took up a healthy pace behind him, pounding into the eager body, slick and accommodating with lube. Sig pressed back against him in an effort not to be shot forward, taking everything he was given, the air driven out of him at every slap of contact.<br/><br/>Suddenly there was more substance to that cock of his and Sig could feel the press of a knot against him, and then a finger helping it along. There was no hesitation in Stellan and Sig kept leaning his hips back against him, not minding. There were some males he would have avoided a lock with, just simply because he didn't want to be stuck thereafter, nor did he care for those who might become possessive of him because they knotted him one time. Stellan had made it good for him though and he was much more focused on the heated experience between them that he allowed it. Sig had always been a fan of a good knot and Stellan was kind enough to reach around him to take hold of his cock. Sig's hands were occupied, used to steady himself at the hard pounding he'd been taking.<br/><br/>That hand coupled with Stellan curled over him to sink teeth into his shoulder was all it took to finish him off. His body tightened all over and he felt Stellan find his completion as well. The larger male leaned into him, pressing him further down into the cushions, though Sig was not going anywhere. He knew better. Sig was panting, that hand still touching him, coaxing out every last drop of fluid from his balls. He reached up to touch his shoulder, trying to convey his appreciation while he caught his breath. After a few long moments, Sig reached for the first bit of fabric his hand come in contact with for Stellan to wipe his hand off with.<br/><br/>“Pretty sure karma was smiling at me when they sent you on my path,” Sig said, his thighs shaking.<br/><br/>“Probably got this a bit out of order, friend, but maybe you've worked up an appetite after all your<i>hard work</i>. I was meant to stop to pick up things for dinner. I'd be happy for you to join in,” Sig offered, seeing no real reason why it might be an issue. Eivind had brought him back just as easily, and he figured another wolf would fit in better than a human. Eivind needed to be more social, anyway. If he could have reached the phone from where he was at he would have texted Blue. Stuck at the moment, everything could wait.