Owen's lips parted in gentle surprise and his pupils dilated as lust flared through him, his gaze drawn to Vincent's eyes first - to check that he was interpreting those final comments correctly - and then, instinctively fell to his mouth before he forced it back up, licking his own lips thoughtfully. "That's true," he agreed mildly, and grasped Vincent's hand beneath the blanket, moving it slowly to his thickening crotch before his own hand moved to Vincent's thigh. "I mean, you've helped me grow in countless ways and it's good that I can return the favour," he murmured, squeezing his sire's leg pointedly before his fingers started sliding towards his groin. "I'd hate for us to be bad for each other."
"Pisky Memorial Park, sir!" Malcolm announced suddenly, causing Owen to jump and pull his hand back guiltily (though it stayed on Vincent's thigh). He looked up to find the driver had partially turned to look at them, but wasn't staring directly at them. He was obviously well-versed in dealing with loved-up couples in his carriage. "Would you like to walk a stretch and I'll pick you up on the other side or would you prefer to ride through - though I warn you, the carriage can't get through the whole park, just a portion on the wider, paved paths?" the driver enquired.
"Umm... " Owen stammered, looking at Vincent to see what he thought. "I think I'd rather stay in the carriage, what about you?" he asked and couldn't help but grin conspiratorially at his sire. Vincent's expression told him all that he needed to know and he turned hastily to deliver his message to Malcolm. "We're happy to ride through what areas of the park you can reach," he announced happily. "It's not like we haven't been here before - the carriage is the novelty!"
"Very good, sir," Malcolm said and there was a smile in his voice as he turned back and clicked his tongue at his horse.
Owen looked heatedly at Vincent, arranging the blanket for no real reason, tucking it around them and giving a token look at the scenery of Pisky as they entered it before he leaned back into the carriage seat and watched Vincent. He hadn't bothered to remove his hand from Owen's groin even when they were stopped (though his hand had been still while Owen spoke) and the intensity in his green eyes was enough to seduce Owen even if his hand hadn't been alternating between knowingly stroking the length of his zipper and squeezing the bulge of his erection. Owen shifted around, his lids drooping at the sensations zinging through him; not only did having Vincent's hand on him feel divine, but the element of exposure and naughtiness was heady.
When Vincent sensed the pressure was becoming uncomfortable, he kindly unzipped Owen's jeans and freed the arch of his cock, held in place by underwear, stroking it expertly. Owen was doing his best to return the favour, angling himself so that his left hand could do the same for Vincent, but he felt like he was playing catch-up, to a degree. It was both frustrating and exhilarating to be using his less-skilled hand on his partner, because Vincent was responsive but he felt like he wasn't doing the best he could be doing. Still, he persevered, getting Vincent's pants unzipped and weaving his hand in to his underwear so that he could get flesh on flesh stroking, smirking proudly - if a little lustily - at his lover when he did.
"I'm not sure these are exactly first date activities, Mister Lockwood," he giggled, his voice as low as he could keep it considering his body was being wracked with shudders of excitement, rolling over him in increasing waves of intensity. He pretended to look around at the scenery, thinking only about what Vincent's hand was doing to him and trying to find a rhythm that would match it. "It's a lovely night, isn't it?" he asked mildly, looking back at Vincent and staring straight at his mouth. If they kissed, he knew it would get very serious, very fast and although he already wasn't sure how they were going to back down from this... peak... and get out of this carriage with any dignity he knew that that was still preferable to them spraying in their pants and getting out like that. Mind... "Almost a shame the carriage will deliver us back to my apartment so... soon," he hinted, wondering how far Vincent thought they should take things and fast approaching a point where he didn't really care.