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[ 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.

[If it were possible to blush harder at the neg he would. It's just... lewd. Not that all of this isn't, that's kind of the point.]

S-so what?

[He mutters back, breathless, voice a lot wrecked and yet capable of sounding slightly petulant.]

So what if I want you all the time?

[ his fingers dig in a little tighter, dragging him back on the seat after each time he rams him into it, smile ghosting against the shell of his ear ]

How much?

[How do you answer that...? Especially with the distraction of Yasuragi's breath and smile on his skin, his cock against his back and the pressure on his own cock that's really just fucking the seat of his motorcycle at this point.]

You're a sadist.

[He complains without heat, pressing and arching back against Yasuragi as much as he can.]

And a jerk. And I like you so much. I want you so mmm... Much...

[ bites down on Phoenix’s neck and pushes his hands under him to wrap around their cocks, squeezing and stroking while still rutting into him from behind ]

Fuck--

[The vulgarity slips out as he arches under Yasuragi, jerking under his hands, the bite and touch overwhelmingly good. His cock twitching with the touch, his voice failing him as his hips buck into that, not really going to last through being touched this way.]