sonof | (no subject)

I wouldn't really recommend competing with me over sex.

[ works the front of his pants open one-handed and tugs the waistband of his underwear down and more or less out of the way, and lets go of Phoenix's chin to lave his tongue up his own palm, so his hand is slick and wet when he drops it to curl around his cock ]

You look good in this.

I'm getting that--

[He stops, teeth clicking together as he bites down on nothing and moans, eyes closing at that because honestly, honestly this is really nice.]

impression...

[Where was the conversation going, give him a second to remember because Yasuragi's hand feels great. And it's hard to focus when he just wants to turn around and kiss him.]

Thanks... Yasuragi...

[The name has little to do with the other part he just wants to say it.]

That's a nice sound.

[ fiddles with his waist belt with his free hand, tugging it off and letting it fall to the ground off to the side of the bike. he shifts on the seat to get a little higher so he can teeth at Phoenix's earlobe, his own erection pressing against his back when he does. he strokes him at a leisurely pace, thumbing the tip on each downstroke in a way that catches and pulls pleasantly on the rim of the foreskin ]

[He laughs sort of except it ends in another moan so it comes out more like haha--mmm, breathy and soft.]

Yeah, well this is--this is a nice feeling. More-- More than nice.

[His words stutter a bit as every touch of Yasuragi's fingers and teeth has him captivated, shivering, leaning back against Yasuragi just for the feeling of his warmth, the pleasure of feeling the other man's erection against his back, the increased contact because only being able to reach back awkwardly and touch isn't enough.]

[ tongues at the place where his ear meets the curve of his jaw ]

How much do you care about keeping this clean?

[ he asks, and then gives a twist of his wrist in the space where Phoenix would reasonably try to answer ]

Ah-!

[It's a good noise, breathy and rough, back arching a little against Yasuragi. His head tilts to make it easier for Yasuragi to keep that up with his mouth, his face flushed and expression just openly into everything that's happening very much.]

Don't.. care really.

[That's what soap and water are for.]

[ tugs pointedly at the waistband of Phoenix's pants with his free hand, without interrupting his rhythm. mouths at his pulse, his voice sinking into Phoenix's skin ]

Lift your legs and take these off.

[Fuck. His breath catches and he bites his lip, feeling kind of like Yasuragi's voice is burning his skin as much as his touch seems to be. He lifts up on his feet, tugging his pants down enough to let him sit back again, bare ass to the seat as he lifts his legs and tries to kick his boots and pants off properly. It's a bit of a struggle and his face is burning at how exposed and eager he is anyway, but he gets it all off as demanded.]

[ cute. tugs one of his boots off one-handed before he winds an arm around Phoenix's waist, more or less encouraging him to lean his weight against Yasuragi's chest for balance as he goes. he doesn't stop touching him in the meantime which probably doesn't help him get undressed any faster, but he does shift his grip, unfurling his fingers out flat up-and-down and stroking him like that, less satisfying and more just a distraction. ]

Good job.

[It is incredibly distracting and would have him complaining if not for being such a nice distraction.]

...

[He doesn't know how to respond to praise at all, it turns out, except by turning redder, leaning back against Yasuragi until he's properly leaning on him, where if Yasuragi moved back he's actually have to catch his balance or fall over.]

I don't know what to do with my hands when you're behind me like this.

Make yourself comfortable?

[ does stop touching him, then, to place his hands on Phoenix's hips and tug him closer, further up on the seat, enough to give him room to stretch out on the bike when Yasuragi sets a hand on his back to urge him down ]

[He shivers at the hand on his back and hips and follows the guidance, leaning forward over the bike so one arm leans on the handlebars and the other braces on the body of the bike. His head dips forward, resting on his forearm as he breathes, tries to relax into this, relax into trusting Yasuragi--which he does, rather unconditionally. It's just the situation is exposed and he's flustered and tense from it, though just as weirdly aroused at it. No one's going to show up here right now, but they're absolutely in the open regardless, and that fact is hard to tune out in a way that is not nearly as bad as he'd expect.

His lower body is exposed but the fancy jacket, cape and one long glove remain, and somehow that feels weirdly lewd in a way that's different from being naked.

He isn't composed, at all, his voice rough and warm.]

Like this?

[ hums pleasantly in approval and leans his weight on the hand on Phoenix’s back while he straightens up enough to pull his own leggings past one knee and off. taking it all the way off would take too long at this point so he just tosses it aside and leaves it bunches around one ankle. settles back down, places both hands on his lower back, and pushes him down a bit more, until his cock is pinned between his stomach and the bike, and slides his hips forward to rub up against him, his own cock slick and hot and a little inhumanly smooth ]

Like that.

[He only catches glimpses of what Yasuragi is doing, the leggings bunched around one leg, the flash of skin or the folds of his robe entering what field of vision he has.

That's enough to be both frustrating and alluring, and the warm hands on his back seem almost molten in their touch to Phoenix. He slides down with the pushing without resistance.

He's quickly getting used to this, or trying to, the feeling of letting someone else totally control the flow of things. That's not bad either, it's exciting its own way.

What does make him gasp and lift his head is the combination of just feeling Yasuragi's cock against him, bare and hot, and the way it doesn't feel like he'd... expect? He's turning his head, trying to look over his shoulder curiously, but seeing anything from this angle would take more contorting than that. The noise he makes is a question cut with a hum of pleasure, not so alarmed he's making a fuss or anything but still curious.]

...?

[ doesn't seem to notice his confusion or perhaps more likely just doesn't care. leans his weight heavily on Phoenix's back and links his bare ankle across Phoenix's, just a little bit of extra leverage holding him in place as he lets out a soft exhale and starts to rock along the seat in a facsimile of fucking him ]

[It's distracting and it feels good to have Yasuragi rocking against him like this, the stimulation of just contact and heat enough to have him dropping his head from trying to turn. It doesn't exactly matter that it feels a little different than he'd expect, he wouldn't want to stop whatever the case. And the way his ankle is hooked, the way he's being pushed down against the seat so his own cock is trapped between leather and his stomach, it's plenty to make his focus fray as it is. He groans softly, eyes closing briefly.

It's really all of it that's a turn on, the situation, the position, the cool air kissing bare skin outdoors, but mostly it's the man behind him that he's deeply into here, and he almost holds his breath just to hear another soft exhale from him.]

[ curls over him, shifting his weight to one hand so he can slip the other up Phoenix's spine and catch his fingers on his collar, tugging it down far enough that the fabric cinches up against his throat, tightening and loosening abruptly with the rhythm of their bodies and the bike jostling underneath them, while he presses kisses and murmurs to the nape of his neck ]

I'd like to take my time and fuck you properly, too, but it's difficult to show restraint when you're so eager.

[He squeezes the handgrip he's holding onto so tightly that his knuckles go white, feeling almost dizzy with arousal. Turns out being talked to like this is kind of hot? Really hot. It has him flustered and gasping a little between the way his own collar is at times choking him and Yasuragi's lips feel like they might sear his skin off. If that can be said to feel like it's a good thing. It's definitely a good thing right now.

It's almost painful how hard he is, pushing against the seat, body moving against Yasuragi mostly at Yasuragi's pace and dictation, though he isn't docile, he's rocking back against him with what movement the position he's in allows. His words are cut by breathy little gasps and moans, soft, too embarrassed at the location to let loose and be loud, but still audible and vocal.]

Ah... The last thing I want at this point is...mm... you showing restraint.

[ grips Phoenix's hip and snaps his own forward, picking up speed while he pulls even further at his collar so he can tongue at the uppermost ridges of his spine. even like this his voice is almost level, except the heavy husk to his tone and how he talks a little quicker, a little quieter. ]

If I'd shown no restraint at all, I'd have taken you dry.

[His head lifts to relieve the pressure on his throat some, the motion making his back arch, but it's still not enough to keep him from being slightly choked. Somehow the dizziness is just an extra to this, makes Yasuragi's tongue on his spine and cock grinding against his skin feel more pronounced.]

Okay.. ah... I appreciate... A little restraint...

[His voice is breathless, and the way he's being pushed against the seat of the bike is at least getting slicker with his own precome, making him shiver with every movement.]

Next time should I--nnm... just.. prepare myself ahead of time?

[It doesn't occur to him how slutty it sounds to offer to be ready to fuck any time. Or at least any time he has a date with Yasuragi.]

[ the laugh he lets out is husky and quiet, but his grin is wide enough he can't really keep licking him, presses lips and teeth to the side of his neck instead ]

Would you like to do that for me? Spread your legs and slick yourself open for the thought of me alone?

[ noses his way upwards with a pointed thrust of his hips, kissing his way back to Phoenix's ear ]

Could I even take you anywhere like that without you dripping oil down your clothes, or should I just get it done with and have you on sight?

[He gasps at the feel of Yasuragi's teeth and the thrust of his hips, but the husky tone of his laugh and the words themselves are what's really killing him. The back of his ears and neck are quite red, his breathing shaky, embarrassed and turned on an not even sure how to respond both to the images the words conjure or the words themselves.]

Yasuragi...

[He's not an admonishment or even a whine, it's just kind of a desperate moan of his name in slight protest to this bullying, this is bullying, he likes it, but it's bullying.]

Are you supposed to pick on me if you like the idea this much?

[It's a lot breathless, a little laughing, because he knows he's being ridiculous but help him, he's so turned on and into this, into Yasuragi, into everything happening right now. Fine, how does one do dirty talk...?

... No he's not on that level yet he's just going to bite his knuckles and die here.]

[ hums against Phoenix’s pulse. slides his hand down his back to latch onto his hips with both hands, fingers digging in as he pulls him back into the next ram of his hips ]

I like that “next time.”

Mmn!

[The shift in ho Yasuragi is doing this, the feel of his fingers digging in and the push against him that's really pleasant but really frustrating at the same time... It definitely is stimulating with the way his cock is being fucked into the seat with pressure, but he's greedy.]

And the time after that and... You really aren't getting off the hook with just once.

[Or getting off the hook ever, if Phoenix has a say in things but you know.]

[ voice close and heated, words punctuated by the slap of skin on skin with each thrust, or maybe the other way around ]

You’re so needy, Phoenix.