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Riding Dirty

Tw/Tags: Post-Canon, Handcuffs, Public Sex, Motorcycle Sex, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Massage, Hair-pulling, Biting, Spanking
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Chuuya's eyes fluttered closed. It had been too long since he could just be.

Chuuya rested against his pillows and took a drag of his cigarette. He savoured the smoke before blowing it out. Cracking an eye open, the redhead set his cigarette on the tray beside him and laid backwards. The coolness of his silken sheets felt good against his warm body. A luxury he didn't always have.

He lazily palmed his cock and let his mind wonder. He trailed his hand down his chest, only stopping to pinch lightly on his nipples while his fingernails grazed the underside of his cock. The sensations tingled down his spine.

Soft music played in the background, one of his favorite songs. Its notes flowed through him while he slowly explored his body.

This is what he needed.

Opening his eyes, he reached over to the side and picked up a small bottle of oil. He squirted a small amount into his hand and spread it down his length with a breathy sigh. Forming his hand into a circle, he began to pump himself, stroking his shaft up and down in a slow, lazy manner. Sparks of pleasure raced down his spine, building slowly.

Chuuya wanted to take his time—to succumb slowly to his desires. To relax.

Chuuya closed his eyes. He imagined a hot mouth swallowing his cock, slowly working its way down, the tongue licking at the silt, greedily. He rubbed a thumb across the head of his cock, smearing his pre-cum over it and working it downwards. He used his fingernails to graze the underside of his cock with each downwards stroke. Chuuya arched. His body trembled from the pleasure. A low, deep moan left his lips.

His cock felt hot and impossibly hard with pre-cum dripping down his shaft and his hand. Chuuya bit his lip and swore, continuing with his motions.

Going back to his daydream, the mouth took him all the way in until the tip of his cock rubbed the back of their mouth. He imagined himself thrusting into that mouth until they choked. It would be sweet to see their lips stretched around his girth, tears gathering at the corner of their eyes. He could practically see the drool leaking onto his cock as they moaned around his length.

Pumping his hand faster, Chuuya let his other hand roam. He played with his nipples, groaning as he twisted them. He moved steadily downwards, fondling his balls while he pumped his shaft. The oil mixed with pre-cum ran between his legs. Chuuya swirled the moisture and arched himself until he was able to tease his rim. He lost himself in his daydream, picking up his pace as he thought about the warm mouth sucking him off while teasing him. He could feel his pleasure building, he was almost there... Just a little bit—

The sound of an obnoxious voice singing his name interrupted his fantasy as his phone vibrated. Chuuya snarled, wiping his hand on his sheets and abandoning his achingly hard cock.

Motherfucking bastard. It was his fucking day off, what the fuck did the shit head want?

Chuuya picked up his phone and scanned the message before dropping it on the bed. Standing up, he headed into his bathroom and cursed his shitty ass luck and the stupid ass waste of bandages with a slam of the door.

Chuuya leaned to his right, swerving through the lanes of traffic. The powerful hum of his motorcycle purred between his legs while wind whipped at his face. It was refreshing. As an executive, it was more important to hold his image: to be proper. But sometimes...

Sometimes feeling the power of his beloved bike between his legs was the best adrenaline rush, especially after a rough week. Too bad the reason for his drive had to do with the shitty mackerel.