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“You’re sure that’s what you want?” Judai asked. “Like, there’s nothing else?”

“Yes, I’m sure, idiot.” Manjoume crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “What even is your hold up about it?”

Judai’s shoulders slumped and he groaned. “Well, it’s just…it’s my bike–”

“Yeah, and?” 

“And we’re gonna get it dirty…and I don’t want to have to clean up after, you know?” Judai grinned nervously at him. 

“Uh huh.” Manjoume was unimpressed. “And how,” he said, “do you think I feel about my ass when you are particularly enthusiastic, hm?” 

Judai at least had the decency to look sheepish. “You don’t exactly complain at the time…” 

“We’re not talking about that,” he snapped. “We’re talking exclusively about cleanup.” 

“Okay, but besides cleanup, I don’t think it will be as good as you think it’s gonna be anyway. Like, we can’t bounce too much on the seat or we’ll blow my shocks.” 

Manjoume scoffed. “Don’t you dare lecture me on sexcapades not living up to expectations. ‘Sex on the Beach’ should only ever be the name of a drink.”

“I dunno,” Judai grumbled. “I thought it was fun.” 

“Really? I recall you saying, ‘let’s never do that again,’” said Manjoume. 

“I don’t remember that,” Judai protested. “Why did I say that?”
“Two words.” Manjoume smirked, holding up two fingers. “Sunburned. Cock.”

“Ah,” Judai said. His expression became haunted. “How could I forget?” 

“I’m not sure either, but you certainly forgot every morning for the next week.”

“Oh yeah,” Judai laughed. “The gentle aloe handjobs were nice though.”

“‘Gentle aloe–’ Judai, you’re an idiot.” Manjoume smacked a hand to his forehead.  “Look, Judai, you asked what I wanted for my birthday. I told you: I want you to fuck me on your motorcycle. If that, out of absolutely everything we’ve done is for some reason a hard ‘no’ from you, tell me, and I’ll think of something else, okay?” 

Judai pouted. “It’s not a hard ‘no.’ It’s not even a soft ‘no.’” 

“So what’s the hold up?” Manjoume asked again. 

Heaving a very dramatic sigh, he took both of Manjoume’s hands into his rough palms. “Jun, because I love you so much, for your birthday, I will fuck you on my motorcycle.” 

He looked so ridiculously earnest, eyebrows furrowed, mouth set in a serious line, that Manjoume couldn’t help but smile. He tried to turn his face away to laugh, but Judai saw his smile and his expression broke into a giant grin of his own. He grabbed Manjoume’s chin to keep him facing him. 

“You’re so beautiful when you smile,” Judai said in a low voice. He pulled him in for a light kiss. “I could never say no to you.”

“You can and you do,” Manjoume retorted, though just to be contrary. He didn’t quite manage to stop smiling. 

“Whaaat?” Judai complained. “When do I say no to you?” He kissed him again before he could answer.

“This morning, when I asked for a bite of your food.” 

“I didn’t say no,” Judai said. “Because you didn’t ask. I was just defending my food. All actions. No words.” 

“It was implied. And if I had asked, you would have said no.”
Judai tsked. “You’ve got me there.” 

“I know.” Manjoume hummed, kissing Judai on the corner of his mouth, then his cheek before pulling away. “I’m gonna go finish finalizing plans for the first. You decide what you want to do.”

“I’ll go…buy some leather cleaner,” Judai muttered, cringing. 

Manjoume sat behind Judai. However reluctant Judai actually was, Manjoume was impressed by how well he was hiding it. Or maybe part of him was excited about this too. Judai liked to bike, he liked taking Manjoume out, he liked sex, so on paper, really he should be over the moon about this. That’s why he didn’t feel bad asking, at all. He’d certainly humored Judai plenty of times. Part of him still worried that Judai was going to be irritating the whole time, but so far he’d been practically a model boyfriend. 

Manjoume wrapped his arms slightly tighter around Judai’s middle in a hug he wasn’t sure he would notice. True to his word, Judai had made every effort to be good to Manjoume. It was obvious, often, that it didn’t come naturally to him. He didn’t have a lifestyle designed around anyone but himself, and romance was clearly a foreign concept to him. Manjoume graciously pretended not to notice how often he ran to Johan or Sho for ideas and advice. The gestures themselves were often stilted and awkward and Judai’s uncertainty was palpable, but the fact that he tried meant more to Manjoume than he would ever care to admit. Besides, he adored Judai’s smug celebration whenever Manjoume appreciated his romancing. 

And never let it be said that Judai did things halfway. 

It was the day after Manjoume’s birthday (it had been a lovely, though quiet affair; just dinner and drinks with friends, followed by fireworks at a festival) and Judai hugged him from behind and invited him out for a ride. 

“Do you mean a ride, or a ride?” Manjoume asked. 

Judai’s eyes glimmered mischievously. He brushed a kiss against the shell of his ear. “I mean I’m bringing lube. Wear something sexy.” 

They rode now, zipping down the road at what felt like ridiculous speeds. Normally, Manjoume would tell Judai off for reckless driving, but now he just enjoyed how it got his blood pumping, how the hum of the bike felt under him, how alive Judai felt in front of him. His stomach swooped when they tilted dangerously on a turn and he grinned hearing Judai’s laugh. Manjoume wasn’t sure where it was that they were going, or if Judai was taking them on a joyride and destination was a second thought. He was content either way, feeling the wind against his skin. 

Finally, Judai made a decisive turn towards a location Manjoume knew. He grinned. It was an outlook just outside the city, right next to the lighthouse, famous for teenaged trysts. While Manjoume was officially one more year removed from being a teenager, he felt as young and as reckless as one. They were in luck, when Judai pulled up, there was nobody else there. It had been raining all day and only cleared up just before they left. On the horizon, the set sun still painted the fading rainclouds hues of scarlet, reflected by the steady waves below. Down the hill and in the distance, the lights of the city at night were flickering to life. Around them, the only light came from the gentle strobe of fireflies, and would soon be joined by the lighthouse. 

“Pretty romantic, right?” Judai asked him. He flicked out the kickstand and dismounted his bike. 

Manjoume took his proffered hand to help him off as well. He didn’t let go, lacing his fingers through Judai’s. “Very.”

Judai grinned. “Hell yeah!” He kissed the back of Manjoume’s hand. “Happy birthday, Jun. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His heart felt full. Judai looked like something out of a dream. His unruly hair was dancing in the light breeze, and his eyes were turned auburn in the red twilight. He wasn’t always the best with words, but everything Manjoume needed to know was written plainly on his face. He loved him so much. “Now, fuck me on your motorcycle.”

He grabbed Judai by the collar and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. He responded immediately and enthusiastically. With his hands on Manjoume’s waist, he backed them up until Manjoume was pinned between him and the handlebars. Manjoume hummed, pleased, looping his arms around Judai’s neck to keep him close. Honestly, he was already wound up from the ride and the anticipation and he felt no shame canting his hips forward to press into Judai. 

“Mm.” There was a wet noise when Judai pulled away that made them both snicker. “It’s crazy how worked up you get just over my bike.”

Manjoume shrugged. “It’s not just the bike, it’s the experience.”  

“Oh yeah?” Judai had let his hands drop to Manjoume’s ass to encourage his grinding. “Tell me.”

This was probably another one of Judai’s attempts to get him to talk dirty, but Manjoume thought it just might work. Leaning forward so his lips were next to Judai’s ear, he sighed contentedly. “Just something about riding on a motorcycle with a guy…satisfies some ‘bad boy’ fantasy.” 

“You into bad boys, Jun?” Judai asked, sounding amused. “Well, not to brag, but I once killed thousands.” 

“You’re okay with joking about that now?” Manjoume kissed his jaw. 

Judai shrugged and gave his ass a particularly hard squeeze. “If it’ll get me laid.” 

“Mm, you’re in luck.” He kissed down his neck. “It will.”    

Manjoume pulled Judai’s shirt from his belt and shoved his hands up under it. Judai’s skin was heated under his fingertips and he enjoyed the feeling of his muscles jumping under his touch. There was a softness there too, on his belly, which Manjoume pressed into affectionately. It was a testament to how much Judai had settled down that he was able to soften around the edges. He smiled against his neck. But he wasn’t here to get sappy about domesticating Judai, he was here to get railed. Making quick work of Judai’s belt and fly, he was delighted to find he wasn’t wearing underwear. He wrapped his hand around Judai’s dick, biting his lip. 

“I love your cock,” he groaned. He could have giggled about how hard it twitched in his grip. 

Judai’s hands had crept under his waistband and his fingers now dug in hard into the small of his back. “Say that again.” 

Normally, Manjoume refused any semblance of talking dirty, but today was special– he could act like a horny teenager. 

“I love,” he dragged his lips back up Judai’s neck to brush against his mouth, “your cock.” 

Judai pressed forward to drive their lips together, moaning hard. He pushed Manjoume’s pants and underwear down over his hips, leaving him bare. 

“I love you like this,” Judai muttered. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” 

He gently pushed Manjoume back into the bike and sank down to his knees. Manjoume shivered in anticipation, gripping the handle bars with one hand and reaching out to grip Judai’s hair with the other. His shaky sigh turned into a whine when Judai took him into his mouth. 

“Shit,” he hissed. He squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure when Judai expertly flicked his tongue. Judai was always good, way too good at this. Manjoume felt breathless from the overwhelming sensations of the heat of Judai’s mouth, the pressure of suction, the shocking sudden coolness of the evening air when he bobbed his head. It made him dizzy. “Judai,” he panted. “Judai, I’m gonna come, slow down–” 

“You’re gonna come a lot tonight,” Judai pulled off to say. “Don’t worry!” And then he redoubled his efforts. Manjoume’s knees buckled and if it weren’t for his arms over the handlebars of the motorcycle, he would have crumpled to the ground. The rough rubber of the tire dug into the back of his thigh, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind. Judai sucked him off through the weak abortive thrusts of his hips, through the height of his orgasm. It quickly became far too intense and he squealed. 

“Judai, too much, please, please–” He squirmed, trying to free himself. 

Judai leisurely pulled off, licking his lips. “Sorry,” he apologized, not sounding sorry. “I like it when you get overwhelmed.” He rose to standing, wrapping his arms back around Manjoume’s waist to support him. “And I think you like it when it’s a little too much, hm?” 

He couldn’t deny it so he shut Judai up by latching their lips together. He could taste himself there, but he didn’t mind, not tonight. 

“Do you want a return favor?” he offered eagerly. He could feel Judai’s dick against his hip and he was aching to have it inside of him, one way or another. 

“Not tonight, this is your birthday sex!” Judai said. “I just wanna make you feel so good. You can just sit back and enjoy. Be a real…uh, motorcycle princess.” 

Manjoume snorted. “If you insist.”
Judai beamed. “I do!” 

“Then will you hurry up and fuck me?” He grabbed at Judai’s crotch insistently. 

Judai gasped. “Well– I don’t wanna rush!” He reached for Manjoume’s hands to hold between their chests. Manjoume let him spread out his fingers to kiss his palms. “I want it to be special for you.”

Manjoume blushed, feeling his heart flutter. “F-fine.”

Judai smiled against his hand. “Good, I’m glad.” 

Manjoume’s knees were still jelly, so he let Judai help him back onto the bike, sitting side-saddle. Judai worked his pants the rest of the way down his legs and pulled his shoes off as well, leaving him naked from the waist down. On his way back up, Judai kissed the inside of his thigh teasingly. 

“I want to build tension,” Judai explained. “Make it good.” 

He’d obviously consulted their friends for advice, but the care and effort he put in to make sure Manjoume was enjoying their time together was sweet. 

“Idiot,” Manjoume said affectionately. He grabbed onto the lapels of Judai’s jacket to pull him close enough to kiss. “It’s always good.” 

And he wasn’t even lying (not that he was at risk of needlessly stroking Judai’s ego). Judai was just stupidly good in bed. It was unfair of the universe to bless someone like Judai with the talent, but Manjoume was willing to be forgiving since he alone got to reap the benefits.

Judai slotted himself between Manjoume’s legs, kissing him hard. The feeling of his jeans against his bare inner thighs was driving him insane. He’d just cum, but his spent dick twitched in futile interest. Through Judai’s open fly and sagging pants, he could feel his straining erection. He reached for it, but Judai beat him to it. 

“Ffffffuck me,” Manjoume moaned. 

Judai laughed. “Be patient! I’m getting to it!” 

Manjoume was feeling far from patient, but that made everything better. The build-up, the anticipation. It wasn’t a cold night, but he still shivered when Judai slipped his hands under his shirt to pull it off. He basked in the attention when Judai stood back to admire his fully nude form.

“You know?” Judai started conversationally, despite the roughness of desire in his voice. “I really wasn’t sure about this whole motorcycle sex thing, but seeing you like this? Kinda winning me over.” 

Manjoume smirked victoriously. 

“Can I take a picture?” Judai asked hopefully. 

Manjoume’s smirk fell. “No.”

“Please?” Judai begged. “As an early birthday present for me?” 

“No!” Manjoume repeated, though he did file away the idea of doing a boudoir photoshoot for Judai’s birthday. “This is my birthday present, don’t ruin the mood.” 

“Fiiiine, sorry,” Judai groaned. “But you’re so sexy. I wanna save this forever.”

“You could always do this again,” Manjoume pointed out. 

Judai grimaced.
Maybe not. Worth a shot. 

He decided to rein Judai’s attention back into the task at hand by dragging his fingers over the hot skin of his dick. It worked. 

Judai’s eyes went dark. “Turn over. Grab onto the handlebars.” 

Excitedly, Manjoume did. If he wriggled his ass a little as he did so, well, who could blame him. He was sitting as if he were driving the bike, but leaned forward far enough to put an impressive arch in his back. Far enough forward that his chest brushed against the top of the fuel tank. He pressed down to feel the smooth metal against his sensitive nipples. He was not yet hard again, but he ground his hips forward to feel the smooth leather between his legs, panting. 

Judai gave a low whistle. “I kinda feel like I don’t even have to do anything. I could just stand here and watch you get off on my bike.” 

Manjoume bit back a whine, imagining that, but a whimper still escaped. “I’d need a little more than this to get off.”

“I bet you could do it,” Judai said. 

“Is that a challenge?” he shot back. Letting go of the handlebars with one hand, he sucked on his fingers. He needed them just slick enough, he was still lubed up from some earlier fun. He watched Judai’s awed and aroused expression as he reached back and pressed two fingers inside himself. 

It felt good to finally have something inside him. He was desperate for more almost instantly, but he wasn’t going to beg with words. He knew Judai couldn’t resist taking over for long. 

“Hmm, hn,” Manjoume hummed. “Maybe you’re right.” The angle was bad, but he tried to work in another finger. “Maybe I should start taking ‘alone time’ with your motorcycle, hm?” He would use far more than his fingers. His mind filled with any number of things he could do. 

“No!” Judai protested.

“No?” Manjoume snorted. “Why not? Are you worried about me getting it dirty, or–” he cut himself off to gasp when he managed a particularly good spot– “or are you jealous of your bike?”

“Both,” Judai said. Finally, finally, he put his hands on him, running his hands up his thighs to settle at his hips. “If you’re gonna be messing up my bike,” he yanked him backwards until he was nearly straddling the rear fender, “I get to see it.” 

“Even better,” Manjoume panted, “why don’t you mess up your bike with me?”

“Yeah,” Judai agreed. He kneaded his ass, spreading apart his cheeks. “Yeah. Wow, you’re, like, wet.”

“It’s called lube, idiot.”

Judai was silent for a moment. “...Okay, but it’s kind of hot, still.” 

“Uh huh,” Manjoume agreed. “You could have pulled over anywhere and just stuck it right in.”

“Nice try!” Judai said, but his voice shook. “I told you, I’m taking this slow for you. …But you are making a good case for doing this again.”

“What are you waiting for?” Manjoume whined. 

Judai just hummed in a non-answer. He did rub the pads of his fingers over his hole teasingly, which made Manjoume groan.

“Judai, please,” he whined again. He was losing his mind over the anticipation. If Judai was going to be a tease, Manjoume was going to give as good as he got. “Please, I want you inside of me.”

“Shit, Jun, keep talking.” Judai laughed breathlessly. “This is great.”

His teasing touches sped up, pressing harder. Manjoume panted. 

“I want you,” he gasped out, “to wreck me.” He wanted Judai to drive him wild, just skirting the edge of too much. He wanted to feel the rush, he wanted to feel like he couldn’t breathe. “I want your cock,” he begged. 

“Yeah,” Judai agreed. “Yeah, you got it.”

Using the handlebars for leverage, Manjoume lifted his head to look behind him when he heard the sound of Judai shoving his pants down. He bit his lip at the sight. 

Judai groaned in pleasure, rubbing himself against Manjoume’s slick backside. That was far more infuriating than just his fingers. Luckily for Manjoume, Judai seemed to feel the same way. He could feel him shudder and lining himself up. 

“You got it, baby,” he repeated. He pressed in, slowly. 

Manjoume dropped his forehead to the seat. He knew Judai wouldn’t be able to keep up this slow deliberate pace for long, so now he could enjoy the tease of it. Inch by inch, Judai was filling him up. Once or twice, his hips jerked like he couldn’t help it. It made Manjoume’s toes curl and he sighed. Judai’s hands ran up and down his bare back, urging him to relax and take what was being given to him. Normally, when Judai took him from behind, he would kiss the nape of his neck or his shoulder. With the height of the motorcycle, he couldn’t easily lean over, so he seemed to be trying to convey the same affection with his touches. It made Manjoume’s chest feel warm and dick throb. 

“Love you,” Manjoume sighed.

He could feel Judai’s laugh all the way inside of him. “I love you, too, Jun! You’re so cute, I’m so lucky.” 

And with that, much to Manjoume’s delight, he began to thrust in earnest. 

“Yesss,” he hissed. “Fuck me!” 

“I am.”

Manjoume could forgive his cheekiness because this angle was already making him gasp. 

Every time Judai’s hips snapped forward, Manjoume slid forward in the seat. He braced his arm out straight against the handles and pressed his ass back to meet Judai. Judai’s hands had moved down to his thighs to grab them at the junction with his hips to keep him close. 

Manjoume pressed his face into the leather of the seat to stifle his noises. He resisted biting down. The coolness of the metal fuel tank felt good against his sweaty temple. He liked how the bike shook with every movement. 

“Not enough,” Judai panted. “I’m getting on the bike.”

Manjoume sat up so that Judai could scoot him forward in the seat. He climbed over the rear fender to settle in behind him. He took the moment to wrap his arms around Manjoume’s waist and give his shoulder the kiss he hadn’t been able to earlier. With a hand on the center of his back, he pushed him down over the handlebars, to pull him back onto his dick.

The leverage in this position wasn’t the best, but between Manjoume bouncing back and Judai getting enough force to drive his hips forward, they made it work. 

Judai reached into Manjoume’s lap to give his dick some attention. 

“Maybe I should teach you how to drive,” Judai suggested in a low voice. “You could ride my dick while we ride the bike.” 

“That’s– mm, ah! –That’s distracted driving.”

“Then I could drive while you ride me,” Judai said. 

“Still distracted driving,” Manjoume panted. 

“I can multitask,” Judai protested. “Like dueling while driving.” 

That was enough to get Manjoume to pause. “...Why would you duel while driving?” 

He couldn’t see Judai shrug, but he could tell he was. “It’s the future of dueling.”

“That’s a terrible idea.” 

“No, it’s super cool!” Judai complained. He brushed kisses against the back of his neck. “But that’s not the point. The point is you should be brainless with pleasure. How about you face me?”

It was a bit of a difficult maneuver, especially considering how much his legs felt like jelly, but the moment he was steady, things were immediately better. Darkness had fallen, but he could see the shine of Judai’s eyes running over his form. Like gravity, he was drawn into him. Judai met him in a tender kiss. He shivered, and not just from the cooling air against his bare skin. 

Judai adjusted him, pulling his thighs over his own. He had one foot braced against the ground, the other against the side of the motorcycle. Manjoume looped his arms to hold him close when he leaned forward to put his hands against the handlebars. His face was nestled in the crook of Manjoume’s neck. 

Like this, everything became very intense very quickly. True to his word, Judai was making it hard for Manjoume to think. The pressure inside him was all-consuming and perfect. He could feel every movement with hyper focused clarity. Being held by Judai was melting him from the inside out. Sighs and moans were falling unbidden from his gasping mouth. It was bringing him close, but not close enough to finishing. 

“Judai,” he gasped. “Judai, please–” 

“Yeah?” Judai didn’t sound much better. “Yeah, Jun?”

 “I need more.”

“Me too,” Judai said. “Hold on.” One of his hands fell to grab Manjoume’s hip. 

“What about your shocks?” Manjoume asked. He knew Judai had been concerned that bouncing too much in the seat would damage his bike. 

“Screw the shocks,” Judai said. 

And if Manjoume had thought he was losing it before, he was wrecked now. He had to let go of Judai’s shoulders, going boneless. Judai’s arms bracketed him on either side, holding him on the frantically shaking bike. The seat groaned rhythmically. Manjoume could feel every shudder and vibration amplified through the metal pressed against his skin. His mouth gaped, stuck between gasping and curling into a pleasured smile. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, in the best way possible, like his lungs were just as fucked out as the rest of him. 

He watched Judai. The lighthouse on the lookout point glowed to light and in steady circles, the light fell over them. Judai’s eyes had fallen closed and his brow was furrowed with effort. His breathing was ragged, punctuated with grunts and groans. Sweat was gathering at his temples and collarbones. His eyes flicked open and he caught Manjoume staring. He grinned, eyes filling with happy warmth. 

How sappy was it that that was what pushed him over the edge? He went completely limp, but kept his eyes fixed on Judai even when wave after wave of orgasm threatened to pull him under. Judai wasn’t far behind, pace stuttering and then stilling. 

They stayed like that for a few moments, gazing at each other and panting, coming down from the high. When Judai finally pulled out, they both shivered. 

Manjoume could feel jizz dripping out of him onto the seat, but he couldn’t exactly bring himself to feel bad about that. Especially since it was kind of Judai’s fault anyway. And Judai, for his part, seemed to have completely changed his tune on fucking on his motorcycle. He was watching the mess intently. 

“I almost don’t actually want to clean the seat,” Judai admitted.
“Ew!” Manjoume complained. 

“I will!” Judai said defensively. “I just mean I don’t mind messing up my bike nearly as much as I thought I was going to. It’s kind of hot, actually. Now I can think of doing this every time I’m riding it. I thought I couldn’t like biking any more than I did!” 

Manjoume smiled. “That’s what I was saying.”

Judai leaned forward to kiss him firmly on the mouth. “That’s my baby, so smart.” 

Manjoume rolled his eyes, but his reluctant smile was there to stay.

“Happy birthday,” Judai whispered. “I love you!” 

“As you should.” 

Judai was nearly vibrating. “Oh man, there are so many more things I wanna try now.”

“Night’s still young.” Manjoume sat up. “How about a change of scenery?” 

Nothing quite like a ride to keep the mood going. 

“Yeah.” Judai smirked. “Have a place in mind?” 

 Manjoume shook his head. “On this bike? You can take me anywhere.”

Judai tossed Manjoume his pants from off the ground. 

“Great!” Judai winked. “Then let’s go everywhere.”