He briefly lets go of Monty, watching the way they sway and press their body against the teasing pressure, seeking it out even as Justin is easing it away, and then wraps a possessive arm around Monty's shoulders, tugging their little Companion (they were the exact right size for Justin to manhandle as he pleased in almost any given situation) over until they were leaning against Justin, their legs lifting slightly off the seat of the car, vulnerable to every jolt and pothole in the road. Justin slides his hand down under Monty's slim thighs, forcing them to lean against him even more for balance, practically supporting Monty's weight in his hand, and using that leverage to fondle them even more forcefully, with Monty's own weight pressing their cunt down against Justin's broad hand, rubbing deliberately against their taint and stroking over the obvious bulge of their little cock in the slacks.

"We're almost to the cafe," he whispers in Monty's ear. "I'll need you to go pick up my order, but you'll have to be quick or I'll be late for my appointment. You can do that for me, can't you, little one?"