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"I Never Liked That Bike Anyway"

Tw/Tags: Public Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Ex Sex, Armed Detective Agency Member Dazai Osamu, Port Mafia, Motorcycle Sex
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"Here. Right now. C'mon, move it, jackass."

Chuuya is desperate - he knows this. But he'll take anything he can get from his ex-partner suddenly surprising him from around a deserted midnight corner as he was about to mount his beloved Ducati 1299 Panigale and ride home to his apartment.

"Soooo demanding, Chibi." The taller male steals another breathy kiss before grabbing both of the mafioso's wrists, flipping them above his head. He's got him pinned to the cold brick pillar of the car park, body pressed flush against his, a knee separating the shorter's thighs. "And naughty, too. You want to... in public?"

"This hardly counts as public when there's no one here." The redhead groans, trying to break free of Dazai's firm grip. Damned nullification. Any other person and breaking free would be a piece of cake. But it's Dazai. Chuuya is weak for Dazai in pretty much every sense of the word.

"Very well then. I've got no complaints. If anyone sees, they'll just see me six inches deep into some stray dog I'm making my bitch, won't they?"

"For the last time, I'm not your damn dog, asshole!" Despite his protests, Chuuya thrusts forward into Dazai's chest, lips moving to steal another kiss from whichever part of his former partner that they fall upon. The taller male sinks one hand into the shorter's long lock of orange hair, fingers combing through tenderly before giving it a teasing tug.

"Are you sure about that? You sure are needy."

"Speak for yourself. You're the one who found me here. Bet you were stalking me again. You're just that obsessed with me, aren't ya?"

"How about you stop talking and take down your pants?"

"How about you stop talking and fuck me, asshat?"

"I'd argue that you're the asshat, since you're still wearing that tacky thing."

"Shut up!"

Dazai grins, relaxing his hands away from Chuuya so that he's free to move again. The shorter male crosses to where his crimson motorcycle is parked up. He turns his head back to watch Dazai's reaction as he aggressively tugs down his pants... and leans over the arch of the saddle, barecheeked, his hole on full display. Dazai spies his already stiff erection through the minimal gap in his thighs.

"C'mon, ain't got all night, I gotta get home."

"Are you suggesting I ride you raw, Chuuya?"

The redhead turns his face around, a giant scowl scrawled across it. "Hell no! I'm not into that masochist shit! Ain't cha got anything on ya?"

Of course Dazai had lube on him. When did he ever not come prepared for every situation? He just wanted to tease him. Besides... the thought of being that rough with his ex-partner causes his own cock to throb uncontrollably.

Dazai strides right up behind him, taking his asscheeks with both hands which are cold from the outdoor air. As Chuuya tenses up from the icy temperature, Dazai takes the opportunity to spank him. Hard.

"Aaahhhh~!"

"You enjoy that?"

"No," Chuuya lies, blushing at how high-pitched that accidental moan was.

Dazai squeezes his ass with both hands again, parting them. Teasingly, he grinds his clothed arousal against the bare hole. Chuuya shuffles uncomfortably, his desperation only growing by the minute.