The metro's hum drowns out the pounding of your hearts as you lock eyes with a stranger. The train's motion brings you closer, their hand delving into their bag, pulling out a stiff, ready offering. "Open up," they command, their voice barely audible over the rumble of the tracks. You comply, feeling the heat of their flesh against your lips, the salty taste of desire. The train lurches, and you both sway, their hands gripping your shoulders, steadying you as you take them deeper, the thrill of the public risk making your pulse race. The train stops, and you both freeze, breath held, as passengers disembark, leaving you to continue your illicit, mouth-full moments.