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Jōno’s motorcycle is conveniently out of fuel. 

He swore it still had at least half left— enough to go for a couple more rides. But somehow he didn’t notice that the fuel went down and down until his tank was practically empty. His heightened hearing didn’t do much, although it should have helped him hear the gas splashing around, lowering and lowering until there was nothing left. 

Yet he didn’t. He blames Tetchō for constantly being in his mind 24/7 subconsciously yapping about how he should always be more careful when he drives.

Hell, Jōno’s blind. He shouldn’t even be driving, but he has an excuse. His senses help him navigate anyway— and he abuses it. Speeding 20 miles over the limit while Tetchō always drives carefully and the speed limit or even under..

Jōno thinks his boyfriend can be a little boring. 

They’re currently in the garage, 1 in the afternoon, Tetchō pulling on his gloves, helmet nearby on his motorcycle. Jōno’s not really going anywhere—

“Saigiku?” 

Jōno’s snapped out of his train of thought, turning his head towards the brunette’s direction. 

“What do you want?” He asks, still pissed that his bike is out of fuel. Honestly, he wanted to go on a ride today, but he can’t—

“Your motorcycle is out of fuel, right?”

Fucking dumbass. Jōno scoffs, replying in a chipped tone. “Yes. Yes, it is out of fuel. I told you numerous times already. How come you’re asking again? Is your memory that bad?”

Tetchō just shrugs. Jōno’s eye twitches, hearing him move. His mood is rubbing off into his tone. Thank god Tetchō isn’t extremely sensitive to his rudeness, though, since it’s normal.

“Let me take you on a ride.”

Jōno hesitates. He wants to drive— badly, but.. Tetchō drives slow. Way too slow for Jōno’s liking— his concept of slow is the speed limit. Tetchō drives speed limit and responsibly. It’s not that Jōno is a reckless driver— he knows what he’s doing and unfortunately (to him) gets ticketed whenever he speeds way too much, but he still drives way past the limit. It makes Tetchō concerned with his choices, and Jōno’s well aware.

Why? 

Tetchō always lectures him on road safety and the road laws. And it’s practically endless.

Jōno sighs. 

“Fine. Can we drive faster than usual, though?”

Tetchō just leans against his motorcycle, crossing his arms. “My bike, my rules. I’m not speeding, and I’m not going any more than 5 miles past the limit since it isn’t noticeable, okay? I don’t want to crash, and I don’t want to get ticketed.”

..Fair enough.

Jōno reluctantly grabs his jacket and pulls it on, along with his gloves. He tugs them on swiftly, and then takes his helmet off of the seat of his own vehicle. It’s red, compared to Tetchō’s black one. Afterwards Jōno pads over to his boyfriend, who’s already on his motorcycle. It’s facing the garage door already, and he’s already put the key into the ignition, and it’s running. Tetchō’s helmet is on his head, the visor not down— part of his face is still visible. He’ll flick the visor down later once they get on the road. 

The brunette pats the area behind him on the seat. “Anywhere you want to go?”

“Patience,” Jōno grumbles, swinging his leg over the bike and getting onto it behind his lover. He pulls his helmet over his head and snakes his arms around his waist securely to make sure he doesn’t fall off mid ride. As careful as Tetchō is, Jōno always tells himself he can’t trust him anyway. It’s funny, to scold him for no reason. 

“And no. I don’t care where we go. Just drive.”

Their motorcycles are big enough— they’re the kinds where you have to lean across a little, so Jōno’s basically leaning into Tetchō’s back. 

Tetchō pulls out his phone quickly and opens the garage door with an app— he has this and a remote thing. The inside of the garage has buttons, and keypads of course— but this is just one of his other options. Then he holds onto the handles once the door is open and slowly drives out, before shutting the door and tucking his phone back into his jacket pocket. Then he turns his head back to Jōno after flicking his visor down.

“You good?”

Jōno holds onto him tighter, sighing, his helmet against Tetchō’s back, leaning his head on it. “Just drive, Tetchō.”

He just gets a nod from the other, who begins to accelerate. Tetchō’s feet are on the sides, Jōno’s behind him closely. Both of them are wearing boots.

Tetchō drives out of the driveway and turns, beginning to just drive around.

“The roads are really empty today, as usual,” Tetchō quips, enjoying the feeling of Jōno’s arms around him. Warm, but not too warm. Comforting.

..

Jōno simply nods.

They’re probably going to go to their usually empty road they drive around— it’s wide, like a highway, but not really a highway. It’s usually empty. Sometimes there’s one or two cars.

Jōno uses the empty road as an excuse to speed.

“Drive faster,” the blind male complains, bored of how slow his boyfriend is going.

Tetchō sighs, nodding and accelerating a bit more at his command. He’s working his way towards exiting their current neighborhood towards the street. 

..

It’s not often Jōno rides with Tetchō at all— on the same bike. They ride together often, obviously— but on the same bike?...

Not often at all.

..

Really, he could mess with him like this. Tetchō is just driving, thinking he’s doing Jōno a favor since his bike is out of gas, innocently driving…

Little comments always get Tetchō riled up sometimes. Even if he’s a bit dense— no, really dense.

“Mm. You’re comfortable to have my arms around. Your waist feels so good, Tetchō. I can feel your muscles..” he teases, just poking around things he’s probably said before. “Your body feels good...”

Tetchō blinks a few times, brows furrowing under his helmet. Is Jōno complimenting him? Teasing him? He simply nods, while a smile spreads onto Jōno’s face. Perfect start, even if those comments were a little.. he doesn’t know how to describe it.

Then they take another turn on the road.

..

Jōno’s going to tease him physically. It’s funny to torture Tetchō while he’s trying to focus on something— and driving? That requires a ton of attention, and he knows that Tetchō would rather pay attention to his boyfriend than the street.

Then Jōno lowers the position of his arms a little bit on Tetchō’s waist, loosening his grip a bit. Tetchō glances back for a quick second, but then quickly assumes that his partner is just readjusting his grip.

Tetchō keeps driving, getting themselves out of the neighborhood and to the open road. It’s pretty long. He accelerates, the sun shining down on them. The weather is really nice.

Then he feels something cold and leathery on his skin.

He glances down.

..

Are— are Jōno’s hands up his shirt?

Tetchō blinks, slowing down a bit. Jōno takes note of this and slides his gloved hands further up, grasping the brunette’s chest.

“Saigiku..?” He asks, confused. “What are you d—“

“Shut up,” Jōno scoffs, cutting the other off. He gives Tetchō’s chest a ridiculously hard squeeze, playing around with it.

Tetchō clenches his handlebars harder in confusion, accelerating. It’s not that it bothers him all that much, but still. He doesn’t understand his intentions. 

“Saigiku, that’s dangerous. You’ll make me distracted if you do that too much. I don’t want to crash. You shouldn’t do that, even if I don’t feel too much of it. You could fall off if your arms aren’t secure.”

“But you aren’t stopping me, are you?”

Tetchō falls silent. Jōno’s right. He isn’t stopping him. He hasn’t pulled over, hasn’t taken a hand off to pull Jōno’s hand out of his shirt— hell, it even feels kind of nice. It feels good, even. This would be nice if Jōno wasn’t doing it out in the open even if nobody’s around. 

He mumbles quietly to himself. 

..

He speaks up. “Saigiku, why are you squeezing so hard? Why are your hands even on my chest? Is this more secure for you?”

Obviously not. What a stupid question. Jōno would roll his eyes if he could.

“To get you hard. Why, think I want to fucking milk you or something?”

Tetchō deadpans, shaking his head in silence. He’s dumbfounded. What kind of damn joke is this? Tetchō can’t even do that. Why is Jōno trying to rile him up while he’s driving?  

He ignores the sensation on his chest and keeps driving, as much as he’d rather pay attention to it. Jōno keeps fondling and groping him, humming softly as they drive down the street. He occasionally gets close to Tetchō’s nipples, which makes the other’s breath hitch— amusing.

But Jōno never actually touched them. He could practically feel the disappointment radiating off of the other despite his lack of response verbally.

..

Huh. Even if Jōno prefers high speeds, Tetchō driving the limit actually lets him move around and tease him easier.

Jōno keeps squeezing around for a little longer, enjoying the texture of Tetchō’s pecs underneath his gloved fingers. Even if he’s wearing gloves, he can practically still feel it. He’ll make sure to do this again at home or something.

Suddenly, he abruptly stops and pulls his hands out of Tetchō’s shirt, adjusting it to pull the hem back down.

The brunette before him is just silent, unmoving besides his breathing and the vehicle driving—- not responding to the loss of stimulation. Thank god it’s an empty road. If someone saw them, it would have been really, really bad. Especially if they stared.

Jōno lets go of Tetchō’s waist, causing the other to immediately notice and wobble the bike a little.

“You’re such a bad driver,” Jōno snaps. “Such a snail-like speed and you’re wobbling? Honestly.” Then he grabs his helmet and tugs it off, wind blowing through his white and red hair, earring flowing along with it.

Tetchō’s brows furrow in worry. “Sai— what are you doing. Put your helmet back on. This is dangerous, and you’re not holding onto me.“

Jōno would have slapped a hand over Tetchō’s mouth if he could, but unfortunately his face is covered by a helmet. Tetchō stabilized his driving. 

“Quiet. I know what I’m doing.” Jōno grabs onto both Tetchō’s shirt and jacket collar with one hand, the other holding the helmet firmly under his arm. Then he tugs it down a little, lowering it more to expose more of the nape of his significant other’s neck.

Then he leans in and presses his cold lips against Tetchō’s warm skin. Contrast, definitely. Tetchō shivers, wobbling the motorcycle a little again.

Jōno breathes against Tetchō’s neck, breath hot on it, sending waves of shock and sensation through the man. Tetchō clenches the handlebars to stabilize himself.

“Stop wobbling so much. I’m barely doing anything. You’re so weak when you’re at my mercy, you know that?” Jōno teases, pressing more kisses to Tetchō’s nape of his neck, peppering them all over.

Then he leaves a bite. Tetchō winces slightly but doesn’t react majorly, letting his boyfriend do as he pleases. Clearly he’s happy and entertained, so he won’t stop him.

Tetchō likes this badly, but he won’t say anything.

Jōno flicks his tongue out of his mouth and licks Tetchō a little, riling him up.

Good. 

The blind male grins.

That’s exactly what he wants. Tetchō’s still holding his composure well, though. Jōno just tries harder, biting harder into Tetchō’s skin, getting more shivers from the other. Both of them have pretty sharp canines, so.. 

Tetchō huffs. That’s going to leave a hickey— a bruise, something. Some kind of mark. Jōno licks and sucks on his neck after. He’s practically coating Tetchō’s nape in saliva. Then he bites again, harder, causing the brunette to grip the handlebars even harder, accelerating. God, it feels good. Tetchō likes being bitten and his boyfriend knows this well.

Jōno sighs after he finishes it off, putting Tetchō’s collar back into its original position— but not all the way. He’s left enough room to let his neck dry a little since he basically just slobbered on it.

In Jōno’s terms, only he’s allowed to be messy like this for these kinds of things. Tetchō isn’t.. Although..Jōno prefers to be more precise, anyway.

“Fine. You win. I’ll put my helmet back on.”

..

He stays true to his word, sliding it back on securely, arms back around Tetchō’s waist and moving towards the front a bit. Tetchō takes a turn, driving the other way now. Both of them just really like the feeling of the wind against them and the fact that it’s usually just them two alone with each other. Nobody really uses this road, anyway.

Even if Jōno’s little groping and kissing is done— everything else he has planned surely isn’t.

Just how far can he actually take this? How much will Tetchō allow and comply with submissively?

God, Jōno loves seeing his boyfriend falling apart at his fingers. 

He grabs onto Tetchō’s belt.

Tetchō freezes a little, but keeps driving.

Jōno undoes it, leaving it open.

Tetchō snaps his head back, shocked— only for Jōno to quickly scold him. 

“No. Don’t look back. Focus on the road. Aren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to get into a crash or something? Hell, you need to work on not getting distracted, dear,” he chimes, his voice laced with a fake, honey-like affection. He lifts a hand and turns Tetchō’s head back toward, hand on his helmet side before lowering his hand again.

This only makes the brunette grumble a little. 

“Saigiku, what are you doing? I don’t understand what you’re trying to do to me. I’m driving and you’re seriously distracting me. Even if it’s an empty road I don’t want anything to happen to either of us.”

So slow. Jōno thinks he’s really.. really slow.

So he doesn’t say anything but grab the waistband of Tetchō's pants and unbutton them.

Tetchō has such an urge to stop driving— but Jōno’s probably going to make him keep going. And who is he to go against his wishes? All he does is sigh, secretly enjoying this.

It’s not really a secret, though. Jōno can practically hear every thought running through his dense little brain.

Tetchō hears the sound of a zipper. He looks down slightly. 

Jōno’s unzipped his pants, hands now still again.

Seriously, what is he up to?

Tetchō continues driving nonetheless, shaking his head. Then he swears he feels something again.

Hands.

Jōno’s hands, opening up the front of Tetchō’s pants wider and sliding teasingly slow into them. This isn’t a good idea at all, but he isn’t stopping his boyfriend. Part of him wants this badly, but the other—

Isn’t this illegal or something?

Fuck himself for putting Jōno above the law all the time. God is he in love with this man.

Jōno starts rubbing him directly on his boxers, the other moving out and sliding underneath Tetchō’s crotch, still covered by his pants, rubbing, fingers moving up and down as if to poke at them.

“Saigiku.” 

Jōno stops. “What?”

Tetchō’s voice is stern. “What are you doing.”

“Riling you up, what else? Don’t you like the idea of doing this on a motorcycle? Isn’t this exciting?” The blind male asks, raising an eyebrow through his helmet visor.

..

Tetchō isn’t the biggest fan of public or semi public sexual activity at all, yet.. Jōno seems to be. Finds it exciting or something. 

Whenever they do stuff in the bedroom, Jōno likes to stress him out and torture him anyway. Tetchō doesn’t care though. Jōno’s practically dragged him into liking it and becoming some sort of masochist for him since he’ll basically do anything Jōno wants to please him— whether underneath him or on top.

“….”

Tetchō’s fallen completely silent. Then he sighs softly, giving in to the other.

“Fine.. just— be subtle. I don’t want to be caught, okay? I can tell you find the idea exciting. I’ll let you do this, just don’t make me crash.”

“Your fault. You’re the driver, you need to stay focused. Don’t get distracted by my hands. I know you love being felt up by me.”

The brunette turns his head back a little, before focusing forward again, driving around the road a bit more before turning again and driving the other way. Tetchō’s really just driving around for no reason while Jōno’s torturing his senses.

Jōno’s hands continue their movements, rubbing under and inside, teasing the other. The hand inside his pants begins to palm him, moving up and down, rubbing harder and harder. The one beneath him has his four fingers moving up and down in a kind of scooping motion.

Tetchō mumbles, trying not to be affected—

Then the other moves his hand that’s under him out and into his pants with the other again.

And starts to stroke him.

Tetchō’s breath catches in his throat, shocked, the bike moving a bit unsteady as Jōno starts out slow and rough. He can feel the gloved fingers moving along his member through the cloth of his boxers.

He can swear he’s getting hard, a tent rising in his pants.

Tetchō tilts his head down in a kind of shame as Jōno hums in satisfaction, moving his head forward on the side a little. He can’t rest his head on Tetchō’s shoulder due to the helmets, because they’ll collide a bit.

Shame. Shame for enjoying this so much while they’re on an open road.

“You’re driving unsteadily again, dear.” With that, Jōno begins stroking him rougher and harder. Tetchō just grits his teeth, nodding.

God is it progressively getting harder to focus on driving. He just wants to pull over now and ask Jōno to keep going. He honestly wants this— pretty badly now that he’s hard and aroused.

“I can tell you want it. You’ll have to wait a little,” Jōno replies in a singsong voice, stroking harder and harder. His pace is getting faster too, while Tetchō does his best to keep his bike stable and upright.

“Sai,” Tetchō warns, clearly riled up.

Jōno simply smiles quietly and keeps going for quite a bit, continuing to rub and stroke his partner, who just takes it. 

Then he scoots closer on the bike, his body directly against Tetchō’s now, pressed against him as tight as possible. 

Rolling his hips.

Jōno’s rolling his hips against Tetchō’s ass, practically humping him from behind. 

Ridiculous. What is up with Jōno today? He wouldn’t do such things, usually, but he seriously wants to get a reaction out of Tetchō, doesn’t he. 

Tetchō doesn’t say a single thing besides grit his teeth. He’s definitely blushing underneath the helmet. Jōno can hear his blood rushing to his face, his breathing getting heavy.

He keeps rubbing himself against Tetchō.

Then he stops stroking him through his pants, and slides his hands underneath the waistband into his boxers.

Cold gloves against Tetchō’s erection, his warm skin. 

“This is dangerous,” Tetchō mutters to himself, but not stopping the other once again. 

Jōno keeps his hands under there for a moment before gently stroking him up and down. Makes his boyfriend needy— is what he wants. He continues humping the other from behind, a grin plastered on his face.

Make Tetchō react. Make him react. He’s too quiet, and it’s starting to piss Jōno off.

He squeezes Tetchō’s dick hard, which gets a gasp out of the other, and unstable driving.

Jōno squeezes harder, chuckling in a mocking tone. “You poor thing. Can’t focus when you feel this good, can you?”

Tetchō can practically imagine the expression on his face under that helmet of his. He re-stabilizes the motorcycle, blushing harder. God give him strength against this man.

“Sai. Calm down..” he says calmly, trying to stabilize his voice as Jōno strokes him slowly before pulling his hands out.

Tetchō lets out a sigh of relief.

Then he feels hands on his waist, that slide back down to his hips.

“…Jo?” He asks, using a nickname. Tetchō tends to switch between the first and last name, but the first name feels more close and intimate in a way.

“Tetchō.”

“..?”

“Lift your hips for me.”

What kind of request is that? Tetchō obeys and lifts himself up a bit. 

Then he feels Jōno move forward, grabbing Tetchō’s pants and boxers, pulling both of them down at once— open enough to give him access. 

Tetchō’s eyes widen, turning his head back and hissing. 

“Jōno—“ Last name. Serious, although he uses it normally too.

His boyfriend just sighs. “I know what I’m doing.”

Someone could very easily see them. Tetchō's skin is bare and exposed to the open rushing air, and he’s embarrassed by the current situation. 

Then Jōno undoes his own belt and unzips his pants, lowering them enough to get his member out. 

Tetchō notices. 

“Are.. you’re not really going to do this out here, right? It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that it’s risky—“

“That’s the whole point, Tetch,” he replies promptly, his usual smile on his face through his helmet. Then he gently grabs Tetchō’s hips and scoots more forward, until his thighs are directly under Tetchō’s.

“Raise your hips up a little more for me, won’t you? If you don’t, it’ll be a rougher ride than it’s already going to be.”

Riding. Double riding.

Motorcycle riding, and Tetchō on top of Jōno’s dick.

That’s what the snow haired male wants. Embarrassing and humiliating his brunette— he knows he’s into it. Tetchō likes being degraded, praised, feeling like nothing under Jōno.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” Jōno hums as Tetchō raises himself up more.

His own member is erect.

Jōno slides a gloved finger into Tetchō’s hole, pumping in and out, earning a hiss and a shiver of pleasure from the other. Friction— black leather against puckered pink skin, in and out, in and out.

Then he adds a second finger. 

“Shh,” he reassures, curling his fingers.

Tetchō bites his tongue, composing himself— or at least trying to. It feels good. If Jōno gets in any further and curls, he might make a sound. It’s muffled over the sound of his bike anyway. They’re just conveniently close enough to hear one another. 

Jōno keeps pumping his fingers.

“I don’t want it to be too tight. You’re lucky I feel generous and nice enough today to prep you. I know you like it rough.”

Tetchō just nods, letting his boyfriend continue to finger him, dragging his clothed fingers along his inner walls. He has the urge to slow down, to stop and pull over. He doesn’t want to drive. He just wants to keep going.

“Don’t stop driving.”

Of course Jōno would say that. He always knows what he’s thinking. Tetchō grips the handlebars hard.

“I want to pull over—“

“ No .”

This gets a huff out of Tetchō’s mouth, a bit annoyed.

“This is too risky—“

“You know you want it.”

“I know.”

Tetchō reluctantly keeps driving, impatient to be filled up. Whatever Jōno wants, though, he’ll comply. He’s always submitting to the other, being obedient, just wanting Jōno to feel good or be entertained. He’ll always put Jōno’s needs above his own. Topping, asked by Jōno to? Do what he wants, make sure he feels good, that he’s not hurting him, that the other is comfortable and okay to continue. Bottoming? Do what he wants, take everything he wants to do, make sure he feels good.

Jōno suddenly yanks his fingers out of the other, who jolts.

“Jōno!” He barks, upset at being empty, hands having slightly slipped off the handlebars a bit due to his physical reaction.

“Calm down, Tetch. You’re getting so worked up over nothing. I’ve barely even started,” he says, voice melodic and sweet. It draws the other in, and he knows it. 

The motorcyclist falls silent. Great. Jōno grins.

Then he positions Tetchō over himself and guides him to sink down without warning.

Tetchō lets out a shaky, soft gasp, bike tilting to the side.

“Steady,” Jōno says softly, gently guiding Tetchō to take more. “You don’t need to do anything. Just drive. Keep driving. I’ll guide you. You can’t drive and ride me at the same time on your own. I know your dense little smooth brain can’t handle it,” he says condescendingly.

Tetchō nods, adjusting his grip on his motorcycle and getting them upright again. Then Jōno sinks Tetchō down further, who groans.

Jōno bucks his hips up, shoving more of his member in. He seems so calm, compared to the riled up brunette. 

He plans on teasing him, maybe make Tetchō cockwarm.

Then he roughly slams Tetchō down onto himself, shoving his full length inside after such a short duration. But he knows he likes it rough. Being nicer than usual— usually he’d make Tetchō beg to have his boyfriend’s full dick up his ass, but since what they’re doing is dangerous and Jōno doesn’t legitimately want either of them to get hurt, he’ll be easier on the other. Tetchō whimpers quietly— he’s either holding back or just not that affected due to his resistance.

Jōno sighs. “So quiet. I love and hate that about you. I like how I have to work to make you scream, but I hate that you always, always hold back your sounds. Stop that. Just let go. So obedient except for when it comes to this. Are you embarrassed? Humiliated? Aren’t you turned on by having that happen to you? I know you like the back of my hand.”

Tetchō steadies his voice, but it winds up strained as he speaks. “I try to let go. But we’re on an open road. I’m not going to just let go. I have to focus on driving— Ah!?”

Jōno’s began moving Tetchō’s hips up and down his dick, skin slapping together and a bit of squelching ringing out.

“Saigiku—“ he groans, wanting more.

“Patient, again. I thought you could wait. Why can’t you wait? Are you that needy?” Jōno scoffs, degrading the other. “Can’t even wait to feel good. Selfish, so selfish, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not—“ Tetchō retorts. He’s not upset, knowing Jōno’s degrading him. But he knows Jōno likes it when he argues back so he can shut him up. 

Tetchō loves being shut up, doesn’t he?

He earns a rough slam down on Jōno’s dick for talking back, and lets out a whimper.

“I said patient .”

“I’m sorry,” he grunts, continuing to drive as Jōno continuously bucks his hips, making the other bounce on him. Tetchō’s slowly losing it. 

All that teasing from earlier riled Tetchō up to keep wanting more, even if he was confused. His confusion had an underlying need, and underlying desire he didn’t know he felt. When Jōno kept feeling him up, he couldn’t help but want more and more in the back of his mind. Now that he’s actually being fucked, he just keeps wanting more and more, and he’s realizing the hidden feelings that he felt before that he didn’t notice. So greedy, Jōno would think. And he is. He is.

Jōno starts getting faster, gripping onto Tetchō’s bare hips harder with his leather covered hands. Tetchō’s shirt is a bit rolled on the sides, resting above Jōno’s hands. It’s a looser shirt, not super tight, hence why he could easily get to Tetchō’s chest earlier.

Tetchō makes a turn on the open road again, driving the other way as the wind blows against them.

He wants to be kissed, but they’re driving and have helmets on. He wants to kiss Jōno, he wants Jōno to kiss him. God. Either would work. He just wants stimulation.

Jōno notices that Tetchō’s beginning to bounce on him a little himself. Assisting him, huh? He doesn’t mind. As long as his boyfriend doesn’t fuck up and get so distracted they topple over.

He keeps thrusting in and out.

Then he gets to Tetchō’s prostate.

Tetchō knows what’s about to happen.

Jōno gets significantly rougher, slamming harder and harder to hit his prostate each time, milking sounds out of Tetchō, who’s slowly getting louder.

“Sai— giku— ah—“ Tetchō strains, gasping. “Be— ah, you— you’re!” He moans, losing focus as he drives.

Jōno begins to hit it at every thrust, causing Tetchō to whine. “You’re losing focus. Don’t get distracted, dumbass. Does it feel that good that you can’t keep me safe?”

Tetchō shakes his head. “It feels good, but I promise— ah! I’ll— keep you safe. I won’t. I won’t crash, I sweAR,” he says, voice getting higher as Jōno gets harder and harder with him.

“Prove it, then.”

Tetchō blinks, chest heaving. “Huh?” He asks, his voice strained. Jōno’s own voice sounds a little breathy and heavier over the tires rolling and virring against the road.

“Drive off the open road. You know how there’s another street nearby? Drive there.”

His eyes widened. That’s not a good idea. 

“Sai. Someone could— gah.. see us, and we would get in trouble—“

Jōno stays silent.

So that’s what he wants. Tetchō shakes his head.

“You’re insane, you know that? Why does the idea of getting caught arouse you?” He gasps.

“Don’t know. Tetchō, ride harder. You’re not assisting me enough. Prove to me you can drive without being distracted and crash. Prove it. Ride me like you mean it. Ride like your life depends on it, got it?” He orders.

Being ordered around by Jōno kind of turns Tetchō on. Not kind of, actually. A lot. Badly. Following every command he’s given by Jōno, especially in situations like these, especially turns both of them on. And Jōno just happens to be one massive sadist.

He nods and slowly turns off their main empty road and onto another street. It’s quite empty too, but there’s some houses. Some lamp posts, sidewalks..

Tetchō’s worried someone might see them, but he has to admit to himself. The idea of getting caught kind of arouses him too, which shocks him. He’s usually pretty vanilla (unless Jōno gets him into stuff) but it looks like his boyfriend is rubbing off of him.

Tetchō begins moving his ass up and down on Jōno’s dick, getting rougher and feeling his prostate being hit every time. He begins letting out more quiet moans, whimpering and grunting.

“Jo— agh! Jōno, wa— ah—“ 

Jōno’s relishing in his noises. If he can’t see Tetchō’s face, he’ll just make do with his sounds. Having enhanced hearing makes this experience even better. Tetchō has the urge to slap a hand over his mouth, but he's wearing a helmet. Jōno would probably flip his visor up to get rid of a sound barrier, but he’s not going to since the wind will make it hard for the brunette to breathe.

Tetchō keeps riding, struggling to focus on driving. But of course he doesn’t want them to crash.

It would be embarrassing, crashing with your pants half off and your dick hard and out.

No police officer nor paramedic wants to see that.

Although they’ve probably seen things a lot worse.

Tetchō hunches over his bike a little more, gasping quietly. He’s pretty quiet every time, and that’s just a little challenge for Jōno. 

“You want more, right?” Jōno teases, voice mocking and pitying. “I feel so bad for you, stuck on a vehicle, unable to be bent over, unable to feel good properly..”

It would be more effective if his lips were right up against Tetchō’s ear or neck, but the helmets are blocking access.

Jōno continues to guide Tetchō, who huffs, trying his best to keep himself composed and stifle his quiet moans.

“Yes, I— I want more, I..” he admits, groaning. “I want to go… I want to..” 

..

Jōno notices something on the side, ears picking it up as Tetchō continues to bounce on his dick, needy. 

“Say, what’s that on the right of the road?” Jōno asks. He can’t figure out what the sign that’s probably there says, so..

“It’s.. a convenience store.. ah.. ngh.. g-gas station. Why? Are you hungry?” He questions, asking away as if he isn’t getting fucked up the ass at the moment like a regular conversation. 

He’s always like this and it drives Jōno crazy.

“No, I’m not hungry!” Jōno scoffs, dumbfounded at how dense his lover is. “I think we should go there.”

..

“Why?”

“Why do you think.”

“..”

Jōno waits, continuing to grip onto Tetchō’s hips.

“We are not fucking in a store, Saigiku.”

Jōno huffs. “Why not? Aren’t you desperate?”

“I thought you hated unsanitary places.”

“Who said I was going to touch the bathroom stall walls? You would have been the one against it and I would have been perfectly clean. You like being used like a rag anyway,” he chuckles, slamming Tetchō down on his length, earning a small whine out of the other.

“Warn me next time,” the brunette mumbles, face red underneath his helmet. “You can’t do that..”

Jōno just grunts and hits Tetchō’s prostate again, who jerks. 

“Jo—“

“Shh. Quiet. Drive us back home so I can do this properly. I’ve riled you up enough. It would be so, so cruel for me to just leave you like this now, right? Suddenly pull out, stop touching you..” he says softly, releasing one side of Tetchō’s hip and sliding his free hand up Tetchō’s shirt, caressing his abs. 

“Too cruel for even I. What would you do if I left you shivering on your bike in the garage? Left you sweaty and filled.. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Tetchō’s mind is reeling, imagining the situation against his will. And he can’t stop. He can’t. It’s driving him crazy, repeating the scenario over and over in his head as he swallows, breathing heavy. 

“…Just— I don’t know, ah— don’t, don’t do that… I need more, and you know that. Don’t leave me alone in the garage,” he pleads, voice a little shaky as he turns around and keeps driving, heading back home.

They’ve barely fucked on the bike for 20-30 minutes. All that riling up felt like some sort of foreplay, some sort of game to Jōno. 

And oh, the snow haired male isn’t done teasing at all. He has the perfect thing to do to Tetchō right before they get into their driveway, right before Tetchō needs to open the garage door.

Jōno keeps caressing Tetchō’s torso, other hand gripping his hip hard with the leather over his skin. Tetchō’s still moving himself up and down on Jōno— despite the sound of the wind and the helmet, he can basically hear Tetchō’s every tiny gasp and shaky moan.

He plans on making him louder.

Much, much louder.

Tetchō keeps driving and eventually turns back onto their main road, making his way back off of it and towards their neighborhood again.

All while obediently riding— double riding the man underneath and behind him.

“Jōno..” he says, voice practically covering a whine. “Can you go faster?” He asks.

Tetchō usually would have said something fucking stupid afterwards that was unnecessary, but it seems today he just went quiet again.

Jōno leans onto Tetchō and nods, moving his hips against Tetchō’s ass faster and faster, panting a bit himself as he moves his other hand back onto Tetchō’s hip, securely holding him with both again.

Makes sure Tetchō can’t escape until they get back.

Not like he could anyway. Too many people around.

“Tetchō, drive faster,” he says, voice in a bored tone.

The brunette simply revs a little and speeds up just slightly.

He’s too shaky to speed or anything, so he still manages to stay around the speed limit. Jōno scoffs at this, but it can’t be helped.

They reach their neighborhood, driving through the street slower.

“Saigiku, is anyone out on their— ag— ah— their— driveways? In the front?” He asks, a bit worried. “I’m concerned someone may see us.”

“No. Nobody’s outside,” Jōno replies truthfully, thrusting at a steady, rough pace inside Tetchō. Then he slams ridiculously hard twice, gaining a decently loud moan out of Tetchō.

He hisses. “Don’t— don’t do that, we’re out in an open area. I seriously don’t understand why you love humiliating both of us like this.”

Jōno slams into him hard again for talking back, getting a whimper. 

“Us? Us? No, I’m only humiliating you. I know how to keep myself concealed. I could easily just whisk myself away with my ability and leave you here leaking on the seat. You can’t get away. I could leave you here, pants half off, shirt rolled up..”

Tetchō lets out a shaky moan at the degradation and the thrust, trying not to throw his head back since he needs to drive.

“Sai, slow down—“

“What happened to wanting more?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “You’re always so indecisive.”

They take another turn.

Tetchō swears he can see their house nearby—

..

Jōno suddenly stills inside him and takes his hands off Tetchō’s hips. Tetchō assumes he’s just readjusting himself.

Jōno pulls off a single glove, pulled off by the middle finger. Then he shoves it inside his jacket pocket and roughly grabs Tetchō’s dick as the other is grabbing for his phone to open the garage door.

“Ah—?“ Tetchō jolts, confused. “What are— ngH?!”

Jōno’s hand roughly moves up and down on Tetchō’s length, erect and dribbling with precum. His back arches a bit against Jōno, gasping. 

“Jo— Saigiku! Slow— what are you doing?!” He yelps a bit, still moving a little on Jōno’s dick for friction in his ass.

His boyfriend is silent, humming to himself as he practically gives the other a handjob, who’s desperately gripping onto a single handle bar with one hand and his phone in the other.

He fumbles and gets to his garage door, holding back moans and cries, simply letting out sharp gasps, resisting the endless, quick pleasure on his dick.

Tetchō clicks his screen and immediately shoves his phone back into his pocket as they slowly near the driveway, bike extremely wobbly as he cries out.

“Sai—giku—! Too much, hey—“ he groans, feeling his stomach getting warm and coiling from having double stimulation. “I’m going to— ah—“

Jōno doesn’t reply, simply thumbing his tip and spreading his precum all over the head as he strokes him off, skin against skin.

He took his glove off because he knows that Tetchō loves his cold hands against his warm cock.

“Letting yourself get wobbly so you can climax? Tsk. So selfish,” he says condescendingly, mocking disappointment.

“I’m— sorry..” he apologizes, voice strained as Jōno keeps getting faster, forcing himself to try and stabilize the motorcycle again but failing.

Then he bursts all over the front of his motorcycle, releasing it on his own shirt and on his bike. He whimpers in shame.

Shortly after Jōno stills his hand and lets himself go, too, filling the brunette up on the bike, a translucent white dribbling out of the motorcyclist’s ass onto the leather seat as they pull into the driveway through the garage door.

Tetchō immediately takes off his helmet and gasps, shaking his head, hair sticking to his forehead. He snaps his head back at Jōno, face red. 

“Can’t believe you,” he mutters, shameful. Then he pulls off Jōno’s helmet for him. “What was that even for?”

“Sorry,” the blind male hums, clearly not actually sorry at all. He slowly pulls out of Tetchō, who gets off the bike with Jōno after taking the key out of the ignition, bike sputtering to a stop, stand kicked down. Then he pulls out his phone and shuts the garage door again.

“It was to mock you, Tetchō. So oblivious, so dense to what I’m going to do to you. You should have known I would never go easy on you.”

..

“You’re not satisfied.”

Tetchō stares at the other. Fuck Jōno for knowing everything. He clenches his keys in his hands in shame.

“I know.”

“Come here.”

Tetchō pulls his pants up, but still unzipped and unbuckled, belt still hanging as he still steadily walks over to the other, ignoring the feeling of fluid down his inner thigh.

He’s completely unaware of how nasty and filthy his bike actually is right now, only that he came onto it.

“I’ll just clean it later..” Tetchō mumbles to himself. He didn’t actually get a good look at it.

…

“Well?”

Jōno’s pants are still undone, one glove still off.

Fuck, he looks hot like this, hair messy and all sweaty.

Tetchō grabs Jōno’s face and crashes his lips against his, pinning him against their door. They don’t have a basement. This door simply leads into their house.

His hands tangle into Jōno’s white hair, pressing his body against Jōno’s and grinding against him, hips rolling against the other’s.

Jōno takes this as a signal to keep going, grinning against Tetchō’s desperate lips and sliding his tongue onto his lower lip, demanding entry. The other immediately complies, and tangles his tongue with his lover’s. There’s no dominating or fighting for it at all, just both of them making out— hard.

The white haired male slides one hand into his pocket and fumbles his keys out, reaching for the doorknob as they keep kissing, unlocking the door and turning the knob, causing them to fall back a little. 

Tetchō pulls his lips away in response, disappointed. “You could have waited—“

“ No .”

Okay. Jōno’s being stern again. Tetchō shuts up.

“You’re an awful fucking driver when you’re distracted, Tetchō. Not good at all,” he scolds. 

Tetchō looks down. Then he works on taking off his shoes, Jōno doing the same thing. Both of them are still panting and out of breath— although Tetchō is a lot worse due to having to deal with all the teasing. The brunette hangs the keys up on the hook, nearly missing it twice.

Jōno’s load is still coming out of his ass, too.

“I kept you safe, though, right?” Genuine question.

Jōno’s eye twitches before he grabs his collar. “Ruining the mood, are we now? I’m joking. Yes, you kept me safe. Now come along. I’m not done with you.”

Tetchō’s stomach turns in anticipation, following along, stumbling as Jōno grabs his collar roughly and speed walks through the hall up the stairs into their bedroom.

Then Jōno suddenly gets on the bed once they arrive and pulls him on top of him by his collar, letting go once he’s there.

He doesn’t care that they’re in these clothes. They’ll mess up the sheets and wash them anyway, and they didn’t even go anywhere in these clothes either besides going on a drive.

“What are you suggesting?” Tetchō asks, breathy.

“Take your fucking pants off.”

That’s one way to be direct. Tetchō pulls off his already undone belt off his pants and gently drops it onto the floor, and then moves back to take off his pants and boxers. He’s still leaking. He then tugs his socks off and throws them off the bed.

“Gloves off.”

Tetchō follows suit and takes them off. Then he takes off his jacket too, overheating. All he has on now is that shirt of his.

Then Jōno takes off his own pants and boxers and then throws them off to the side. He tugs his own jacket off, leaving him in a single glove and his shirt, too. 

Both of them are still painfully hard.

“Now.. I don’t think that ride was enough, so you?” Jōno asks, curious. “Double riding.. enticing, but dangerous.. yet your thick headed self couldn’t focus. So why not put all your attention on me completely now?”

..

Oh.

Oh.

Tetchō’s face reddens.

Jōno reaches a hand up and tugs off his other glove and then down to his socks, leaving them both in only shirts. Then he grips Tetchō’s hips and makes him straddle his thighs.

“I want you to ride me again. Not double. Not thinking about anything else. Focus on me. Only me. Nothing else, nowhere else. Keep your thoughts on me.”

Fuck, Jōno’s words turn him on.

He nods eagerly and positions himself on top of Jōno’s dick again, and then sinks down halfway.

“Mm—“

He’s still decently stretched from the motorcycle ride, anyway. Then Tetchō lets himself adjust for a moment or two, groaning, his hole clenching around Jōno’s erection. Tetchō’s shins are on the sheets, and his hands on either side of Jōno’s head.

“All the way.”

Tetchō’s eyes trail Jōno’s face before he shoves himself all the way down, balls deep, face scrunching up at the pressure and stretching on his ass.

“Move.”

Tetchō starts rolling his hips, feeling Jōno’s dick move inside him as he rides and moves himself up and down, grunting softly.

“What happened to being all riled up and aroused?” Jōno asks, disappointed as he digs his nails into Jōno’s hips. If it gets any harder he could probably bruise his skin. “Ride harder. You’re not nearly going hard enough,” he scolds.

The brunette simply nods, not responding verbally.

And he keeps riding—

Harder this time, moving his hips harder, faster, and more aggressively. “Is this— alright?”

Tetchō can feel Jōno’s previous load being fucked deeper inside him, letting out soft moans as Jōno simply sits there, relishing in the feeling of Tetchō on his dick.

“It’s fine, I suppose, although.. is this seriously all you got? I expected more from you, Tetch. Disappointing.”

Seriously, degrading him?

It’s fine. Tetchō’s into it. His heartbeat practically spiked at the last word.

Disappointing.

It repeats in his mind, only serving to make his face redder as he begins slamming himself on Jōno’s dick, who lets out a yelp and a hiss.

“Tetchō— you— you’re so impatient,” he huffs, digging his nails harder into Tetchō’s skin. “God, you— Tetchō!” He barks.

Tetchō simply looks down at Jōno, eyes half lidded. “Mm?”

“Don’t just ‘mm’ me! You’re being so disobedient—“

“You didn’t give me an order.”

Being wise now, isn’t he?

Jōno suddenly reaches a hand up, other left on his hip, and grabs a large handful of Tetchō’s brown hair, yanking it down extremely rough.

“Ah!—“ Tetchō moans, caught off guard. If anything, this doesn’t hurt. He finds pleasure in hair pulling.

Jōno yanks it again. “Be obedient, or I’ll keep pulling until your scalp bleeds. You’re so dirty, being into this. Gross, Tetchō,” he says, voice sounding as if he hates the other.

His threats aren’t real, though. He’d never harm Tetchō that bad during sex. Never. He doesn’t want Tetchō in pain bleeding like that— maybe some bruises or marks or some choking or rope marks— but not large open wounds that could get infected. Genuinely hurting Tetchō outside of those things isn’t right to him, as much as he likes reading and looking into such things.

..

Okay maybe occasionally he thinks about it but he’d never do it without permission.

“Sai—“ Tetchō starts.

Jōno suddenly grabs more hair and tugs his head down, smashing his lips against his boyfriend’s, bringing him into a passionate kiss as he bucks his hips continuously up into Tetchō’s tight, round ass.

His hand on Tetchō’s hip moves down into his ass at that moment, squeezing it and feeling its muscle and shape.

Tetchō quietly whines against Jōno’s lips. “You..”

Then he keeps kissing him. Less experienced than Jōno, but he’s learned a lot from him, matching his pace as their lips and tongues move against each other, tangling.

Tetchō’s hands move onto the sides of Jōno’s face, cupping it and moving even closer, kissing and getting a little sloppy.

Jōno pulls Tetchō’s head just barely away to speak. “You’re getting messy. Be neater. It’s not fair if I’m being so precise with you and you’re being like a dog receiving a meal.”

“Sorry,” Tetchō mutters, still moving on Jōno’s dick for stimulation. “Ah.. mm…”

Jōno raises an eyebrow, gripping his hair harder. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

Tetchō speaks normally. “I’m so— AH?!”

Cut off by Jōno slamming ridiculously hard into his body, causing Tetchō to jolt, crying out. 

“I said. What. Was. That. Tetchō?” Jōno asks, voice breathy as he slams into the other roughly.

“I- ngh.. I said I’m— ah, agh— I’m sorry,” he moans, voice getting slightly shaky.

Then he moves to kiss Jōno again, but the other yanks his head away by his hair.

“No.”

Tetchō’s brows furrow. “Why not?”

“Apologize again. You didn’t mean what you said,” he scoffs, pounding into Tetchō harder again, which gains a string of moans out of the other’s throat. Moans he was holding back.

Tetchō whimpers softly. “I said I’m— g— I said I’m sorry,” he says, voice growing hushed. He’s always pretty quiet anyway.

Jōno slams into him. “Louder.”

He groans. “Why? I said I’m sorry—“

“I said louder. ”

He has to comply. “I’m sorry,” he says louder, still fucking himself on Jōno’s dick, moving his hips up and down, hands still on Jōno’s cheeks, stroking the skin shakily.

“Louder.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice bouncing off the bedroom walls.

Jōno scoffs, digging his nails into Tetchō’s moving ass. “Louder. Scream. I don’t care if our neighbors hear us at this point, I can just gaslight them into thinking it was something else. Louder.”

Tetchō pants, moaning as Jōno’s pace steadily speeds up, growing rapid. “I’m sorry!” He says, borderline yelling.

Jōno grits his teeth. “Do you not know what louder means, Tetch? I want you to scream.”

His name.

He probably wants his name.

“Saigiku, I’m sorry!” He yells out loudly, voice breaking as Jōno suddenly hits his prostate. “AH— Jōno!” He whines, groaning, shaking. 

Jōno’s hand loosens on Tetchō’s hair a bit, the other one slowly moving down as Tetchō rides harder, desperate for friction. He moves it towards his stretched hole—

And traces his somehow still decently cold finger around the rim, getting a violent shudder out of the brunette.

“Good enough for now. I wish you were louder, though. I didn’t ask you to yell my name. Why did you do that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he runs his hand through Tetchō’s hair now rather than gripping it.

Tetchō whimpers. “I thought that you’d like it.”

“You know me too well,” he hums, praising the other with a genuine smile.

..

Cute. Tetchō blushes and presses his lips against Jōno’s again, now that he’s said sorry, making sure to be neater and more organized with the other as they make out. 

An idea pops into Jōno’s head. “Tetchō?”

“..?” The brunette looks at him, continuing to move his hips, ignoring Jōno’s hand against his puckered rim.

“Tell me… do you ride as slow in bed as you do on your bike?” He asks the man above him teasingly, a grin on his face.

Embarrassing. Tetchō replies in a borderline moan, “I don’t drive slow. I drive the speed limit. You just drive too fast.”

“Ride,” Jōno corrects him in an insolent voice. “Why? Do you think I’m too fast for you in bed, too?”

“This has nothing to do with what we’re doing right now—“

“Maybe not me being too fast, but you riding.. it seems as if you ride as slow as you do on the road. I feel practically nothing against me..” A blatant lie. Of course he feels something. Jōno just wants to fuck with Tetchō’s head.

Tetchō’s right around him, and he’s practically desperate as he rides the other, hair against his face, longer strands hanging from the sides as he moves back and forth, up and down in all directions, wanting friction and stimulation badly.

Honestly, he’s desperate for an overwhelming amount of stimulation. He always gets greedy like that, according to Jōno, and it’s apparently something he needs to control.

“Am I really that— ngh— Slow?” He asks, panting a little as he tries to go faster.

Jōno’s noticed that giving Tetchō control like this to ride isn’t exactly the best idea if he’s not breaking fast enough..

..

Well, that’s fine. Breaking him slowly makes him able to hear every single spike in his heart, every swallow, every tear that rolls down his cheek, every coil in his stomach..

Jōno slams into him, moving his hips upwards, which gets a moan out of Tetchō.

“Jōno!” He cries out, gasping. “Warn me—“

“You know you don’t want me to warn you. You’re a little masochist, aren’t you?” He sighs degradingly, and shoves the finger near his ass inside it along with his dick, pumping it in and out rapidly.

Tetchō cries out, cupping Jōno’s face tighter and kissing him roughly, trying to cope with the sensation. Jōno just matches his pace, tongue tangling with Tetchō’s. The brunette’s work is much neater, but shakier and hesitant now that he has to focus on slamming his ass against Jōno’s hips and his mouth against his.

Jōno’s finger keeps pumping relentlessly without mercy, his breath heavy as Tetchō keeps moving on him.

Keep going until Tetchō bursts again.

Doesn’t what happened on the motorcycle count as one round? This is round two, isn’t it?

Jōno smiles, smirking, before suddenly biting Tetchō’s lip in the kiss, just nibbling it.

“!” Tetchō isn’t too surprised, but still—

He pulls his lips away from the kiss and suddenly attacks Jōno’s neck, biting and kissing.

“Tetchō— calm down,” he complains through a moan, grabbing a bigger handful of Tetchō’s hair and yanking it backwards away from Jōno’s marked up skin, exposing Tetchō’s own neck, eliciting a whimper from him. “So impatient,” he says, clicking his tongue.

Tetchō tries to look down at him again, not stopping his endless bouncing on Jōno’s dick, moving up and down, hair sticking to his skin, his hair in the back stuck to his neck.

He breathes heavy. “Sorry,” he mutters, voice quivering. “I—“

Jōno yanks his hair down to get Tetchō’s head right next to him before pulling his head back again and licking his neck.

“Ah— Sai—giku? Hey—“ he cries out, Jōno’s tongue moving up and down the pulsing on his neck, his Adam’s apple, and then biting down in the center.

An obvious place. Anyone could see it.

But Tetchō did it to him too, did he not? He usually doesn’t—

But clearly the brunette is delirious and has lost his mind.

Jōno bucks his hips up to meet Tetchō’s pace, smiling.

“Do you not like my teeth against your skin?” He asks, sounding defeated. An act.

“No, I do,” Tetchō groans, voice strained and whiny— he won’t last long.

“NgH?? Jōno— hey, what are you doing? Saigiku, listen—!”

Jōno suddenly adds another finger into his ass jamming it in there through the tightness of his hole. Two fingers and his dick. 

He shoves them knuckle deep, curling them, getting a loud cry out of Tetchō.

“Sai! Sai! Please— ah— more? More.. I—“

So desperate.

Jōno shoves a third finger up there roughly, biting Tetchō’s neck as he pants and moans against it. “Shut up,” he growls, gritting his teeth.

Tetchō moves his hands and grips Jōno’s shoulders, whining as he feels the urge to pull himself off Jōno’s length. Get off and take a break. Get off.

The moment he tries to move off a bit Jōno slams his fingers up, hissing.

“Saigiku—?!”

Jōno’s face is back to being neutral, a hint of disappointment in his expression. “What are you doing, trying to run away? You’re not getting off. You’re staying.”

And with that, he sends a sudden abundance of thrusts into his ass, getting a choked sob out of the masochist above him.

“S- AH— mmHm!”

Beautiful.

“I think—“

Tetchō’s lower stomach. He leans down and buries his face into Jōno’s neck, gasping.

“I think I need to—“ he gasps, voice low as usual, although breaking. “I need to cum.. Jōno.. please..”

The snow haired male raises an eyebrow. “Why are you asking permission? I’m not edging you today, am I? You’re so obedient, so.. I didn’t say you had to ask at all,” he chuckles. Is Tetchō just used to him torturing him whenever they get in bed together?

The brunette climaxes with a loud gasp, hot fluid on his stomach and some on Jōno’s chest. Immediately after, he bites down on Jōno’s shoulder to cope with the sensation, sucking and shaking.

Jōno rams into his prostate, fingers curling into it right after. 

“And I assume you’re alright?”

Tetchō nods, jaw hanging open as he tries to catch his breath, pulling his mouth off of Jōno’s skin, leaving saliva— his eyes beading with tears. “Jōno.. more.. please—“

And so Jōno keeps going,

Pounding into him—

Until he feels that warmth in his stomach as well.

“Tetchō—“ he warns, gasping. 

And he can hear Tetchō trying to hold back, but failing as small tears roll down his face from the pleasure. He’s smiling a little, but gasping at the same time.

Has he ever smiled while being taken like this other than teasing him to rile Jōno up?

“Do it.”

He climaxes inside the other, the fluid reaching deep. He feels it against his fingers, and slowly pulls them out, putting the filthy digits against Tetchō’s swollen lips.

He understands, doesn’t he?

Of course he does.

An obedient little dog, a pet, mindless to the pleasure.

Tetchō takes the fingers into his mouth and sucks, licking all of Jōno’s cum off— which is still leaking out of his own ass and onto Jōno’s thighs.

He pants, catching his breath after cleaning off his lover’s fingers in a hastily manner, before popping his lips off and licking his lips. Jōno pulls his hand back.

“You’ve had enough for today,” he hums, nodding as he slowly pushes himself up into a sitting position.

Tetchō’s hips still on Jōno. “Huh?”

“Pull off,” Jōno requests breathily, burying his face into Tetchō’s chest.

The brunette moves his hands to Jōno’s head and strokes his hair shakily, before slowly sliding off of his dick, slowly softening. Once he's off he remains sitting on his hips instead, running his hands through the blind male’s white locks.

“..”

“Jōno I’m kind of hungry.”

Jōno freezes, raising his head to the other’s voice.

“ What? ”

They just had intercourse and Tetchō’s seriously hungry?! 

“I’m hungry. I’ll be right back.”

And with that Tetchō gives Jōno a quick peck on the lips, before climbing out of bed, ignoring the semen running down his thighs and walks out of the bedroom.

Jōno deadpans, sitting there in bed. Honestly, he can’t with him.

About five minutes pass—

And Tetchō’s holding three jars, four spoons.. and a bowl?…

“Why bring it into the bedroom?” Jōno asked, baffled. “Aren’t you— is that sauce? Why are you eating plain s— actually this is normal for you I shouldn’t ask,” he groans, shaking his head. Then he reaches for the tissue box—

“Wait.” Tetchō climbs onto the bed with his items and sets them down. “Don’t wipe it off yet. I’m not done with you..if that’s okay?”

What is he getting at?

Jōno raises an eyebrow. “And what are you promoting that we do that requests me to remain here filthy?”

Tetchō scratches the back of his neck.

“Can I put honey on it?”

So straightforward.

“…”

“…”

“Excuse me?! I know you have a food kink but— honey? Seriously—“

“Not just honey,” Tetchō quips, smiling. “I have barbecue and peanut sauce too.”

Isn’t that the color of skin? Jōno’s paler, though— Tetchō probably doesn’t care in this case though. Getting the exact same shade for everything he eats in a combo is hard, anyway.

“Tetchō, those aren’t even of the same taste! You’re mixing something sweet and sticky with barbecue sauce— savory . And— peanut sauce?!” Jōno barks, shocked.

Tetchō tilts his head. “Is something wrong? Should I not do it? I’m licking it off of you, anyway. I’ll probably have to take breaks to breathe or add more. Or I could just put it in my mouth so it’s basically warm when you put—“

“Shut up!” Jōno yells in embarrassment, face red.

Is he crazy?

Yeah.

Not as bad as Jōno though.

Tetchō falls quiet. 

“…Fine.”

“!” Tetchō perks up.

“I’ll let you. Have at it. Do you want me to sit on the edge of the bed or just lie or sit down?” He asks with a sigh. “You’re lucky I’m letting you choose this time. You better not drop any on the mattress though or I swear—“

“Won’t,” Tetchō says almost instantly.

So eager. Jōno sighs and shakes his head, giving in.

“Sit on the edge of the bed. I’ll look up at you, and get on my knees. You like that, right? That’s why I’m choosing this. I want to please you,” he says, smiling.

Why is it that his idiot boyfriend must always put him first? It makes his heart race. Jōno’s face turns redder. 

He’s kind of growing harder too. 

Jōno mumbles to himself as he spins around and sits on the edge, as Tetchō gets off the bed with his items, dropping onto the floor on his knees as Jōno sits there. He opens up each jar and scoops out the materials with their own spoons so they don’t mix. Jōno would lose it if he did that. Why? Cause he’d taste it.

Once he’s done putting all three into a bowl and the spoons back in their individual containers, he grabs the fourth clean spoon and begins to mix it all up. Tetchō picks up the bowl with his other hand and faces Jōno, looking up at him. “You okay?”

Jōno nods.

Tetchō’s licked food off him before, this is fine. Well he hasn’t done it often, but.. still..

He scoots closer with the bowl.

“I’m going to put it on you, okay? It might be a little cold.”

Jōno nods again, taking a breath.

Then Tetchō scoops out some of the mixture and spreads it on Jōno’s dick, slowly hardening despite the cold against his warmth. He sucks in a breath, hissing. Tetchō then puts the bowl back on the floor.

“Tetchō—“

“Mhm.” Tetchō leans closer, smiling.

“You’re seriously this excited?”

The brunette nods, taking Jōno’s member into his hand, and then sliding his lips onto the head, licking off the sauces and slowly taking more into his mouth happily. His reason? It probably tastes good to him.

Tetchō begins sucking slowly on his dick, taking in the taste of his skin mixed with the honey, barbecue and peanut. What a lovely mixture. He places both hands under his penis to ensure the sauce doesn’t drip onto the floor and only gets on his hands and mouth. He breathes through his nose, heavily, as Jōno shudders. 

Jōno just tilts his head down, listening carefully to the sound of Tetchō’s tongue and lips moving against his skin, practically slobbering as he eats the sauce off of him.

Tetchō opens his mouth wide to breathe for a moment, eyes moving to look directly up at Jōno.

And he notices.

Jōno’s face flushes, before he moves a hand to Tetchō’s head, grabbing some of the hair—

And then pulling him forward.

Tetchō’s eyes widen, gagging as he’s made to take it all in.

“Give me the bowl.”

Tetchō nods on his dick, before moving his hand and missing twice before grabbing it with one hand and bringing it up to Jōno, his occupied one still under Jōno’s length.

The other male takes it into his hands after releasing his hair, smiling.

“Say ahh.”

Tetchō opens his mouth around his boyfriend, hands both back under his stained dick.

The spoon gets shoved into his mouth.

Is Jōno—

Is he feeding him the sauce so he can suck it at the same time?

Tetchō’s face flushes, and obediently continues swallowing and sucking at the same time, slobbering and trying not to let any spill out of his mouth as he looks up at Jōno. There’s a lot of sauce in the bowl, so it’s unlikely he’ll have to refill.

The snow haired male pulls the spoon slowly out of Tetchō’s mouth and puts it back in the bowl, holding it in one hand— 

And then uses his opposite one to yank his hair again, pulling him ridiculously close to the base of his dick, causing Tetchō to swallow a ridiculous amount, gasping for breath.

“Mmf—“

“Shh,” Jōno says with a grin.

Tetchō’s tongue delved through the sauce onto the skin of his dick, sucking and licking harder, feeling the head in his throat. Jōno just grips harder, chuckling.

“Do you want me to thrust?”

Tetchō nods—

And a whine is elicited from his throat at the sudden impact on the back of it—

Jōno’s bucking his hips despite being seated on the bed, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Tetchō simply can’t help but suck harder, letting himself be face fucked. He has to stop himself from directly gripping onto Jōno’s dick, sucking harder against the friction on his lips.

He tastes so good.

The brunette just wants more.

Obviously sauce and meat isn’t simply enough for a meal, so he’ll have to eat afterwards. But still, why not enjoy the snack he’s having right now?

Absolutely delectable. He’d lick his lips, but it’s already good enough having them encircled around his boyfriend’s member, right?

Jōno slams into his mouth again, another moan from Tetchō’s throat. He’s already hard, dribbling again at the tip between his thighs. But he can’t satisfy it purely because he’s on his knees for this man, putting his pleasure before his own. Tetchō wants to satisfy himself, but isn’t that selfish? 

His brows furrowed as he continued to work on Jōno, sucking and licking along the veins.

His head bobs, feeling it move in his throat. Part of him wants to move impossibly closer, as if to make it a part of him, to take it in as deep as he can.

Jōno tugs on his hair, smiling, feeling the man’s teeth scrape on his skin.

“Suck— ah— harder. This isn’t actually all you have to give, Tetchō. Mmgh.. I know that for sure. What happened to being hungry? Eat. I know I taste good to you,” he says with a whisper and an moan, leaning down right above Tetchō’s ear as he yanks his hair again.

Tetchō moans around him, slurping and swallowing the sauce around his dick until it slides down his throat, focusing on getting the remainder off of him. He can’t leave a single drop left.

Especially if he climaxes.

“Say ahh, Tetchō,” Jōno commands, leaning back and releasing his hair, scooping more mixture from the bowl.

The brunette opens his mouth around his boyfriend again, allowing the spoon to plunge into his mouth multiple times until Jōno’s satisfied with how much he’s taking in.

Hunger.

Tetchō clamps his mouth on Jōno, and immediately begins to suck harder and harder, moving his hands from under his dick to his thighs, digging his nails into them and forcing himself to move closer to the man until he’s practically right up against his stomach.

“Good,” Jōno says through a moan, gasping at the sensation being constantly given on his body.

Tetchō’s hair is against his stomach, tickling. Jōno sets the bowl down on the bed, groaning and cupping Tetchō’s face between his legs to make him look up at him.

“Tetchō,” he says shakily, “I might cum, yes? Be a good boy and swallow it all down.”

Tetchō’s eyes light up, nodding and continuing to lick up and down Jōno’s member, feeling it throb against his throat.

Part of him can’t wait to feel his throat sore after today, to feel his legs and face dirty.

But it’s hardly even evening. Surely they could go on longer after? Perhaps..

Jōno suddenly bursts down Tetchō’s throat, the brunette choking and breathing heavy for air through his nose, swallowing a large amount of both the hot cum and the cold sauce that slides down his pipes, sticky. 

Once he’s swallowed, Tetchō gasps for air—

Before Jōno suddenly moves a leg, a foot on his chest and kicks him down off his dick.

“Jōno-?” Tetchō moans, confused, on his back and propped up by his elbows. He was nearly knocked into the jars he set on the side.

Jōno gets off the bed and drops down to straddle Tetchō’s chest, not sitting on it, but above it.

“Quiet. It doesn’t count as a round unless you cum too, right? And I’m not hardly done. I didn’t let it all out.”

With that, Jōno grabs the back of Tetchō’s head and positions it right under Jōno’s dick. Tetchō’s mouth is open for air, before the snow haired male suddenly releases the rest of his fluids into his mouth, the brunette’s eyes wide.

Jōno shuts his mouth forcefully. 

“Swallow.”

Tetchō swallows, face red from shock. Then he licks his lips, making sure not to leave anything off.

Jōno moves a hand to Tetchō’s face, gently wiping off his cheek and dipping his index into his boyfriend’s mouth, who eagerly licks the remainder off.

Then he slides down on his body to straddle his thighs, and grips the head of his member.

“You were dribbling the entire time? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jōno asks with a sigh, disappointed. “Tsk. So selfless..”

“You told me I was greedy—“ Tetchō starts, confused.

“I know. But let me help you finish again, yes? Stay still and let me help you.”

His hand suddenly starts moving on him, Tetchō’s dick only getting harder as he’s given no time to get used to the stimulation on his dick again.

“Jōno— wait—“ Tetchō whines, gasping as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand, 

Before almost immediately climaxing all over Jōno’s hand.

The man above him just stops moving completely, head turning from his hand to Tetchō, expression as if to say ‘are you fucking serious.’

“You barely lasted. What the fuck, Tetchō.”

“…I’m sorry..” Tetchō mutters with shame.

Jōno just laughs at him, chuckling and licking off his own hand, cleaning it off and swallowing. Tetchō’s heart races at the sight.

“We should probably clean up, no?” Jōno sighs. “You’re satisfied, right? If not, we can leave off later.”

“No, I’m satisfied. Thank you.. for today. I wasn’t actually planning on getting intimate today, but you riled me up, so—“

“I know.”

…

The next morning, they were already done and dressed, having eaten. The night before they didn’t do anything again, but there were the matters of cleaning up and putting all the jars away, checking the floors for any excess sauce or bodily fluids or saliva, changing the bed sheets because Jōno doesn’t like to sleep on a filthy bed unless they go to sleep right after, some body cleaning— and since it was only the afternoon they still had time to clean the bedsheets.

If it’s at night there’s no need to until morning.

Bodies were washed, hair was washed, and tissues were used.

Yet Tetchō missed cleaning one thing.

Tetchō yawned, walking out of the bedroom with Jōno.

“I have to go do a run for groceries. Found out we’re out of eggs somehow. Do you want to come? We still have to get gas for your motorcycle, after all, so maybe we can tow it along. There’s a gas station nearby and we can get it filled up there,” he offers, leading him over to the door to the garage.

Jōno sighs. Right. His bike is still out. “Fine. Lead the way.”

Tetchō tugs on his boots, Jōno following suit.

He pulls the keys off the hook, and then opens the door, turning around to face his bike—

“Oh. Tetchō..”

“…”

Both of them have frozen.

The sight of Tetchō’s bike—

It’s a mess.

“It’s.. the seat is covered in..” Tetchō groans to himself, brows furrowed. “How did I forget?..”

“You seriously forgot to clean it?” Jōno laughs, leaning against his boyfriend. “Well we have to clean it before we can go out. Don’t want questions do we? We don’t even know if anyone saw us yesterday, either.”

Tetchō sighs. “I know.”

“Mm.”

“Please go get the wipes from the bathroom…”