[sizhui watches the countdown with unwavering precision, his throat working with some effort when he feels the bike come to life in a way he's never experienced before either. he downcasts a look toward the machine, tilts his head left, rolls his lips together then restraightens, trying to ignore the pleasurable thrumming sensation between his thighs. is this what riding a motorcycle feels like? if so, he can understand the appeal in a not-so-wholesome manner, but once he gets a chance to ride an actual bike properly, this is sort of all he has to go on, and it feels nice, especially with someone ‘riding’ along.]
Gas, [and their hands move.] Slow down, stay inside, [which he does wherever is necessary and it isn't long before he's actually overtaking one of the cpu bikes. still not first, but a step closer the more he continues focusing, though it's becoming harder the longer they're pressed against each other.
he mmns softly in response, attention staying solely concentrated on the game, his heartbeat jackhammering as soon as getou leans into his ear. sizhui's breath hitches, it holds a couple of seconds, then he sighs, long-drawn-out and heavier than normal. they've come this far already, right? might as well shoot his shot.]
If you think I look good like this, imagine how I look when riding other things. [because where's the fun in being teased if he can't return the gesture? yes, he's got his eyes on the screen, but if getou moves just right, he could possibly see sizhui's amused little half-smirk.
he's well-aware how this game is played and he's learned a few new things here or there about playing it himself.]
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Gas, [and their hands move.] Slow down, stay inside, [which he does wherever is necessary and it isn't long before he's actually overtaking one of the cpu bikes. still not first, but a step closer the more he continues focusing, though it's becoming harder the longer they're pressed against each other.
he mmns softly in response, attention staying solely concentrated on the game, his heartbeat jackhammering as soon as getou leans into his ear. sizhui's breath hitches, it holds a couple of seconds, then he sighs, long-drawn-out and heavier than normal. they've come this far already, right? might as well shoot his shot.]
If you think I look good like this, imagine how I look when riding other things. [because where's the fun in being teased if he can't return the gesture? yes, he's got his eyes on the screen, but if getou moves just right, he could possibly see sizhui's amused little half-smirk.
he's well-aware how this game is played and he's learned a few new things here or there about playing it himself.]