[just when sizhui believes things can't get worse (see also: better), that arm latches around him, effectively keeping him further in place, really securing the fact he can't go anywhere and can't do much else except squirm and whimper unless he puts some actual fight into his actions, which isn't what he wants at all. especially not when those teeth find his neck, bite down and—
his body starts at the pleasurable sensation it sends zippering up his spine, his hands grip harder and, even though it makes it somewhat difficult to see as well, he tilts, allowing getou more room, another shiver running through him after he's moved to the spot behind his ear instead; it's a sensitive spot regardless, but depending on the side, getou will feel him tense harder if it's the left, as that's where his suit mark is located and he's been trying so hard to keep it hidden and in check, it's almost embarrassing how easily the gentler gesture makes him whimper a second time.]
A little, perhaps... [not a complaint, however, considering there are many things his mind could conjure up for this scenario. mostly, his mind wanders to the idea of getou actually fucking him on the bike, whether in the position they currently are or something different, that's what he's focused on with the other man mercilessly teasing his ear and groping him so freely. gods, he could probably get off just like this, sandwiched between getou's body and the bike, but. but. he greedily wants so much more.
third place is tempting, as is second, thinking about where they could go that might be more private, but it's first place that truly has him perking, his eyes instantly all the way open. he can feel that smile, the amusement in getou's words and while he may think it a joke, sizhui's taking it as a challenge.]
Finish in me, huh? [his voice is still soft, but it's firmer now, filled with determination.] Is that a promise?
[because if so, it's time to get serious here; he's already nearing third place, a spot he can easily overtake, and when he does, his hand shifts, his finger presses down on the button and he activates the ice-block they'd collected moments ago, picking up speed along the way.]
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his body starts at the pleasurable sensation it sends zippering up his spine, his hands grip harder and, even though it makes it somewhat difficult to see as well, he tilts, allowing getou more room, another shiver running through him after he's moved to the spot behind his ear instead; it's a sensitive spot regardless, but depending on the side, getou will feel him tense harder if it's the left, as that's where his suit mark is located and he's been trying so hard to keep it hidden and in check, it's almost embarrassing how easily the gentler gesture makes him whimper a second time.]
A little, perhaps... [not a complaint, however, considering there are many things his mind could conjure up for this scenario. mostly, his mind wanders to the idea of getou actually fucking him on the bike, whether in the position they currently are or something different, that's what he's focused on with the other man mercilessly teasing his ear and groping him so freely. gods, he could probably get off just like this, sandwiched between getou's body and the bike, but. but. he greedily wants so much more.
third place is tempting, as is second, thinking about where they could go that might be more private, but it's first place that truly has him perking, his eyes instantly all the way open. he can feel that smile, the amusement in getou's words and while he may think it a joke, sizhui's taking it as a challenge.]
Finish in me, huh? [his voice is still soft, but it's firmer now, filled with determination.] Is that a promise?
[because if so, it's time to get serious here; he's already nearing third place, a spot he can easily overtake, and when he does, his hand shifts, his finger presses down on the button and he activates the ice-block they'd collected moments ago, picking up speed along the way.]