Motorbike Rides (100 SuJu Challenge)
Theme: #56: Filth
Title: Motorbike Rides
Pairing: Donghae/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,116
Disclaimer: I don’t even own the damn bike, much less the boys.
Summary: Two strangers seek shelter in a disused tunnel during a heavy storm. Motorbike sexytimes ensue.
A/N: This is the bike that Ryeowook is riding in this fic, the black Suzuki Hayabusa.
For jess66six , thank you sweets for your YeWook and YeMin. I hope this made all your kinks come true.
Also for chibi_roses , I’m sorry this isn’t the YeWook I originally wanted to give you, but I sincerely hope HaeWook makes up for it at least halfway.
The rain was pouring down in relentless heavy sheets, and Ryeowook swore under his breath as he perched on his motorbike, clutching his leather jacket tighter around himself.
The tunnel was filthy, after years of disuse, and the rainwater that seeped in was mixing with the mud on the embankment next to it and the muddy water pooled at Ryeowook’s feet, making him glad he’d worn his boots today. They were heavy as hell, but they laced up to his calves and kept his feet and jeans dry.
Could the day get any worse? First, he’d gotten detention in school when he’d turned up after missing classes for one week straight, but did they really expect him to go for class when he’d been thrown out of his house? And then, he’d finally decided to go home after his parents had pulled the coup de grace and cancelled his credit cards. And of course, when he was finally home, all he’d gotten was more screaming and shouting, until he couldn’t take it anymore and ran out again, revving up his motorbike loudly and speeding away with his father yelling behind him, “You little good-for-nothing, I told you to sell that thing!” If his bike hadn’t woken the neighbours, his father certainly would have.
And then, while he was speeding along aimlessly, the rain had decided to come, and the only shelter he could find nearby was this dirty, broken, creepy tunnel off the freeway.
Ryeowook pursed his lips and blew a puff of air out, tapping a boot against the side of his bike. He checked his watch - it was almost 1 a.m. He considered his options for later, but there weren’t many. With his credit cards cancelled, there was nowhere he could go but home. He scowled at the thought, kicking his bike almost absent-mindedly, not caring that his boots were getting scuffed.
He checked the fuel tank of his bike, noting that it was almost full. Good. He’d keep the engine on for some additional warmth and the headlight providing much-needed illumination. This place was creepy.
And then Ryeowook felt a hand on his shoulder, and a soft voice next to his ear saying, “Excuse me!”
He yelled so loud the tunnel echoed, and he nearly knocked his bike over trying to flip his leg over it so he could turn around, but instead his knee caught on the seat and he tripped, falling towards the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sickening feel of being facedeep in muddy water, but instead a pair of arms encircled his waist and pulled him upright.
“Are you ok? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!”
Ryeowook grasped the arms around him and pulled them off, flinging them away from him hard, before turning around to glare at the speaker. “What the fuck!” he sputtered. “Sneaking up on someone in the middle of the night in an abandoned tunnel… Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“I’m… I’m so sorry! I was walking back home, and then the rain came, and I ran, and I found this place, and I was really scared, because it was so dark and there’s thunder and I hate thunder, you know? And then I saw a light, and I got really freaked out, and I thought there were axe murderers hiding in here, but I didn’t dare go out in the rain again, and I saw it was a motorbike, and I saw you sitting on it, and I wanted to tell you there was someone here so I wouldn’t scare you, and then I put my hand on your shoulder, and…”
“Stop,” Ryeowook winced, putting up a hand. “God, first you almost kill me, now you want to talk me to death?”
“Sorry,” the other person said sheepishly, and it was only then that Ryeowook noticed he was dripping wet, his casual t-shirt and bermudas completely soaked through. Even with his clothes clinging to him and his wet hair falling into his eyes, the boy was undeniably good-looking, with fair skin and full lips and large widely-spaced eyes that gave him a rather dazed but innocent look.
“Why were you even walking on the freeway?” he asked.
The other boy blushed. “I, uh, kind of lost my wallet, and I was studying till so late there wasn’t anyone around I could borrow change from for a bus home. So I was walking back when it started raining, and then I really panicked, and I - ”
Ryeowook snorted. Not only was he noisy, he was a scatterbrain. Obviously, he was either simple-minded, or just extremely childish.
“How old are you?” he interrupted.
“19. You?”
“A year younger than you.”
“Wow, and you already have a motorbike? That’s so cool, I wouldn’t mind having one, but my parents would freak if they knew, and I might freak too, I don’t think I could really control a bike, but I could go pillion, I’ve done it before and -“
“Take your clothes off,” Ryeowook said, effectively shutting him up.
“W-What?”
Ryeowook tossed him an amused look. “Dude, you’re dripping wet. Get out of those clothes or you’ll catch a cold in no time.”
“But - “
“But what? It’s not like I don’t have whatever you have.”
“I - I don’t even know you.”
Ryeowook leaned back, placing his hands on the seat of the bike on either side of him. “I’m Ryeowook. You?”
“I’m… I’m Donghae.”
“Well then, Donghae, now we know each other. It’s all well and good, right?”
“B-But still…”
Ryeowook cocked an eyebrow. “Up to you, if dying of pneumonia is worth you acting like a girl.”
Donghae frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but just then a shiver racked his body and he sneezed.
“See?” Ryeowook said, stifling a yawn.
Donghae hesitated, biting on his lower lip, before shrugging and peeling off his soaked t-shirt. Ryeowook watched, noting how the biceps in the other boy’s arms flexed with every movement he made, and let his eyes travel over the toned chest and abdomen. Ryeowook swallowed as the dark blue skinny jeans he was wearing got even tighter, at a spot they weren’t supposed to be tight.
“You can drape that over here,” Ryeowook said, patting the front of his bike, trying to be as nonchalant as possible and act like no, he definitely had not gotten hard watching some unknown guy take off his shirt in front of him (even if the unknown guy was admittedly gorgeous and had a great body).
Donghae nodded gratefully and walked over, spreading the t-shirt over the front of the bike. Ryeowook sighed theatrically and patted the leather seat. “Sorry, baby, I know I didn’t buy you to be a clothes hanger, but it’ll be over soon.”
“I’m sorry,” Donghae blushed, and then he sneezed again.
Ryeowook eyed him for a moment, before flipping his bangs out of his face and sighing. “Oh, what the hell. Get on.”
“Excuse me?” Donghae blinked, and in the close distance Ryeowook could see that his eyes were large and deep brown and very pretty indeed.
“Get on my bike. The engine’s running, so it’s warm.”
“Oh!” Donghae said, and started forward, but Ryeowook put out a hand and stopped him.
“Your shorts.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“Wet. Too wet. Much too wet for my leather seat.”
“B-But - “
“I’m a guy. It’s two men here. What are you worried about? You do have underwear on right?”
“Of course!”
“So what’s the problem? I’ll lend you my jacket to cover up when you get on, even though this is my favourite jacket and you probably stink, and you’ll get the inside wet.”
Donghae blushed again and Ryeowook grinned. He did enjoy making people uncomfortable… especially when they were as cute as Donghae was.
He stopped grinning, though, when Donghae’s hands went to the button of his shorts, and after a few shaky starts he undid it and pushed the garment down, stepping out of it to reveal tight black boxer briefs, and Ryeowook found his eyes irresistibly drawn to the curve of Donghae’s ass and the strong line of his thighs as he walked towards the front of the bike and draped his shorts over his t-shirt.
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to will his hardness into nonexistence.
Donghae came back to stand next to him and Ryeowook stood up and moved away from his bike, allowing Donghae to get on it first, watching as the other boy lifted his leg over the bike in one smooth motion, his body fluid and graceful and moving liquidly. He moved like a dancer, Ryeowook mused, and then Donghae turned to smile at him, showing even white teeth.
“Your bike is gorgeous… and it’s really big! It’s the largest bike I’ve ever been on.”
“Thanks,” Ryeowook said, swinging his own leg over the bike and sliding onto the seat behind Donghae. “Yeah, I know it’s gorgeous, you don’t have to tell me.”
Donghae twisted his head back to look at Ryeowook, his brown eyes wide and interested. “What bike is this?”
“A Suzuki Hayabusa,” Ryeowook answered, only his voice came out a little hoarse because this unbelievably gorgeous, almost-naked man was straddling his bike in front of him and practically pressed against Ryeowook from chest to groin.
“Wow,” Donghae said, and Ryeowook couldn’t help but notice his long slender fingers caressing the black metal in slow circles.
“Donghae, are you still cold?” Ryeowook asked, leaning forward ever so slightly. Donghae’s ass, warm through the thin cloth of his boxers, rubbed against his arousal beneath his jeans, but if he noticed, he didn’t do anything.
“A little.”
Ryeowook didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around Donghae and pulled him against him, hard, and this time Donghae must have felt something because he turned amazed eyes on him and opened his mouth to say something, but Ryeowook kissed him hard, his tongue sliding out and into the obligingly open mouth.
Donghae struggled slightly but Ryeowook had his arms pinned, and since Ryeowook was holding him from behind he didn’t have much leverage to move anyway. In fact, all the squirming and struggling he was doing only meant he was rubbing harder and faster against Ryeowook’s groin, and the sensations were certainly not unpleasant.
“What… do you think you’re doing?” Donghae gasped into Ryeowook’s mouth, the words coming out muffled, but just then Ryeowook sucked on his soft lower lip and Donghae let out a moan.
Ryeowook smiled into the kiss.
He didn’t waste any time, simply slipped his hand into Donghae’s boxers and began stroking him, and even as Donghae whimpered “No, don’t…” into Ryeowook’s mouth his hips arched up to meet Ryeowook’s hand, and Ryeowook lifted his head and laughed.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“No… no, I don’t, Ryeowook, please…”
“That’s not what this is telling me.” As Ryeowook spoke, he ran his thumb gently over the head of Donghae’s erect cock, and Donghae jerked and moaned, a low sensual sound that seemed to go through Ryeowook like a surge of electricity.
“Oh my god, Ryeowook, please…” Donghae was almost pleading even as he shuddered against Ryeowook. Ryeowook released his grip on Donghae, and smiled again when Donghae made no move to run or stop him, and in fact threw his head back against Ryeowook’s shoulder, bucking his hips upwards to drive himself harder into Ryeowook’s hand.
“What do you want, Donghae?” he asked, dipping his head to lick at the neck that was exposed so enticingly, tasting the mingled salt of sweat, the slight bitterness of cologne, and the metallic taste of rainwater, and underneath it all a distinctive sweet scent that was Donghae’s skin itself. His tongue traced a slow trail down the smooth column of Donghae’s neck to his shoulder, and Donghae moaned again and flung his arms back to clasp Ryeowook around his neck and tug him closer.
“Come on, Donghae, tell me what you want, I can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me,” Ryeowook whispered, his hand twisting and moving expertly, and Donghae was pushing and grinding against him so hard he thought he might come into his pants from the pressure alone.
Donghae said something in reply, but his words were so breathless and strangled Ryeowook couldn’t hear him.
“Say that again,” Ryeowook breathed hotly into Donghae’s neck, and Donghae almost growled before he grabbed Ryeowook’s other hand and brought it up to his mouth, taking two fingers in and sucking and licking at them, coating them in his saliva.
Ryeowook watched as Donghae laved at his fingers, getting harder by the moment, his erection so uncomfortable against his tight jeans that he thought it might break. But the next moment Donghae reached back and found his zipper and pulled it down before undoing his jeans button, hand dipping into his boxers with almost indecent haste and pulling his hardness out, gripping it tightly as he began moving his hand up and down, and Ryeowook groaned.
“Fuck me,” Donghae whispered, letting Ryeowook’s saliva-coated fingers slide out of his mouth.
“What?”
“Fuck me… that’s what I said earlier,” Donghae repeated, and Ryeowook didn’t need asking twice as he placed his hands on Donghae’s back and pushed him downwards, pressing his face into the dashboard.
“Put your feet on the pedals,” Ryeowook ordered, and Donghae did so, lifting himself slightly from the seat at the same time and supporting his weight on his forearms against the bike so Ryeowook could pull his boxers down.
Ryeowook was already sweating, despite the cold, and moved to unzip his leather jacket, but Donghae, who was looking over his shoulder at him, grabbed his wrist.
“Keep - that - on,” he said, his voice husky.
Ryeowook blinked a moment and then laughed. “What about these then?” He asked teasingly, tapping his boot against the bike’s exhaust pipe so that heavy, dull, banging sounds emerged, and Donghae looked over and swallowed distinctly.
“Keep everything on,” he said, his voice huskier than ever.
“I wouldn’t have thought someone as cute as you would be this kinky,” Ryeowook laughed, his fingers slipping easily into Donghae, stretching him.
“I didn’t think someone as innocent-looking as you could be like this too,” Donghae retorted, and then gasped as Ryeowook’s fingers curled inside him, biting on his lip and grinding back against him.
Ryeowook couldn’t wait any longer; the sight of Donghae bent over his bike practically begging to be fucked was killing him. He pushed his jeans and boxers as far down as they could go, which wasn’t much considering how he was straddling the bike, planted his booted feet firmly on the ground, and pushed into Donghae in one slow stroke.
They stayed still for a while, Donghae bent over on his forearms, knees gripping the bike for balance as Ryeowook stood with his feet on either side of the vehicle, hands supporting Donghae’s hips. Donghae was breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, and Ryeowook leaned forward to mouth along the cruve of Donghae’s spine.
“Okay, move,” Donghae said after a minute or two, and Ryeowook began moving in and out of Donghae, slowly at first, but faster as he gave himself into the sensation of Donghae’s incredible tightness and heat surrounding him, and Donghae encouraged him with breathy little moans and whimpers and pleas.
Donghae pushed back against Ryeowook with every thrust, slamming himself hard on Ryeowook’s cock, and Ryeowook felt his head spin because Donghae was so fucking tight and hot writhing underneath him, and shit, he couldn’t shut up even during sex, but the things he was saying was making Ryeowook pound into him harder.
“More, Ryeowook, fuck, this feels so good, more…” Donghae begged, and Ryeowook stopped for a moment, ignoring the indignant growl from the other man, adjusting his position slightly before driving himself into Donghae again, and this time Donghae yelled.
“Fuck! Oh god, Ryeowook, there, right there, fuck!”
Ryeowook gripped on to Donghae’s hips as tightly as he could and began slamming into him like a machine, and Donghae gripped on to the bike’s handlebars in front of him to steady himself as his cock dragged trails of precome over the warm metal, the purring of the bike’s engine sending vibrations through his cock and pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
“Ryeowook, I’m going to - fuck!” Donghae screamed, as Ryeowook gave a particularly hard thrust into him just at the right spot, and he came all over the bike, his come splattering in white streaks across the black metal.
Ryeowook felt Donghae clamping down on his cock, squeezing almost painfully around him, and the sight of Donghae’s come on his bike made him climax as well, riding his spasms out inside of Donghae as the other boy collapsed, exhausted, on his forearms.
They lay like that for a minute, Donghae panting against the bike and Ryeowook panting against his back, until Ryeowook got up shakily and pulled himself out of Donghae, his hands shivering as he redid his jeans.
“That was… pretty fucking awesome,” he said, licking his lips as Donghae lifted himself up as well and got off the bike with a groan.
“It was,” Donghae agreed, pulling his still-wet shirt and shorts from the bike and beginning to dress.
“It’s stopped raining,” Ryeowook said, head cocked to one side, trying to listen for the sound of the rain. It struck him that this was absurd, he’d just had sex with a complete stranger and here he was trying to make conversation.
“Could you send me home?” Donghae asked, turning to him, pulling a little at his wet clothes.
“Send you home?”
“Yeah… I think you owe me at least that much after what you just did to me.”
“What I did to you? From what I saw back there, you were enjoying every moment of it.”
“I was not.”
“Stop acting coy. You’re such a girl. And look, you dirtied my bike, and you’re still asking me to do things for you?”
“Just send me home. I’m too tired to walk already. And by the way, I live by myself.”
“Your point being?”
“My hometown’s Mokpo, so my family’s there. I live by myself here.”
“Is that supposed to help in me sending you home?”
“It is, if you consider that there’ll be no one around to disturb us, and it’ll be dry, and warm.”
Ryeowook paused for a moment as the implication of Donghae’s words sunk in, and then he grinned, and kicked the bike into gear. The powerful engine roared to full life, and Ryeowook jerked his head towards the pillion seat behind him.
“Consider it done,” he said, staring straight into Donghae’s brown eyes, and Donghae smiled and slid on behind Ryeowook.
Title: Motorbike Rides
Pairing: Donghae/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,116
Disclaimer: I don’t even own the damn bike, much less the boys.
Summary: Two strangers seek shelter in a disused tunnel during a heavy storm. Motorbike sexytimes ensue.
A/N: This is the bike that Ryeowook is riding in this fic, the black Suzuki Hayabusa.
For jess66six , thank you sweets for your YeWook and YeMin. I hope this made all your kinks come true.
Also for chibi_roses , I’m sorry this isn’t the YeWook I originally wanted to give you, but I sincerely hope HaeWook makes up for it at least halfway.
The rain was pouring down in relentless heavy sheets, and Ryeowook swore under his breath as he perched on his motorbike, clutching his leather jacket tighter around himself.
The tunnel was filthy, after years of disuse, and the rainwater that seeped in was mixing with the mud on the embankment next to it and the muddy water pooled at Ryeowook’s feet, making him glad he’d worn his boots today. They were heavy as hell, but they laced up to his calves and kept his feet and jeans dry.
Could the day get any worse? First, he’d gotten detention in school when he’d turned up after missing classes for one week straight, but did they really expect him to go for class when he’d been thrown out of his house? And then, he’d finally decided to go home after his parents had pulled the coup de grace and cancelled his credit cards. And of course, when he was finally home, all he’d gotten was more screaming and shouting, until he couldn’t take it anymore and ran out again, revving up his motorbike loudly and speeding away with his father yelling behind him, “You little good-for-nothing, I told you to sell that thing!” If his bike hadn’t woken the neighbours, his father certainly would have.
And then, while he was speeding along aimlessly, the rain had decided to come, and the only shelter he could find nearby was this dirty, broken, creepy tunnel off the freeway.
Ryeowook pursed his lips and blew a puff of air out, tapping a boot against the side of his bike. He checked his watch - it was almost 1 a.m. He considered his options for later, but there weren’t many. With his credit cards cancelled, there was nowhere he could go but home. He scowled at the thought, kicking his bike almost absent-mindedly, not caring that his boots were getting scuffed.
He checked the fuel tank of his bike, noting that it was almost full. Good. He’d keep the engine on for some additional warmth and the headlight providing much-needed illumination. This place was creepy.
And then Ryeowook felt a hand on his shoulder, and a soft voice next to his ear saying, “Excuse me!”
He yelled so loud the tunnel echoed, and he nearly knocked his bike over trying to flip his leg over it so he could turn around, but instead his knee caught on the seat and he tripped, falling towards the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sickening feel of being facedeep in muddy water, but instead a pair of arms encircled his waist and pulled him upright.
“Are you ok? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!”
Ryeowook grasped the arms around him and pulled them off, flinging them away from him hard, before turning around to glare at the speaker. “What the fuck!” he sputtered. “Sneaking up on someone in the middle of the night in an abandoned tunnel… Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“I’m… I’m so sorry! I was walking back home, and then the rain came, and I ran, and I found this place, and I was really scared, because it was so dark and there’s thunder and I hate thunder, you know? And then I saw a light, and I got really freaked out, and I thought there were axe murderers hiding in here, but I didn’t dare go out in the rain again, and I saw it was a motorbike, and I saw you sitting on it, and I wanted to tell you there was someone here so I wouldn’t scare you, and then I put my hand on your shoulder, and…”
“Stop,” Ryeowook winced, putting up a hand. “God, first you almost kill me, now you want to talk me to death?”
“Sorry,” the other person said sheepishly, and it was only then that Ryeowook noticed he was dripping wet, his casual t-shirt and bermudas completely soaked through. Even with his clothes clinging to him and his wet hair falling into his eyes, the boy was undeniably good-looking, with fair skin and full lips and large widely-spaced eyes that gave him a rather dazed but innocent look.
“Why were you even walking on the freeway?” he asked.
The other boy blushed. “I, uh, kind of lost my wallet, and I was studying till so late there wasn’t anyone around I could borrow change from for a bus home. So I was walking back when it started raining, and then I really panicked, and I - ”
Ryeowook snorted. Not only was he noisy, he was a scatterbrain. Obviously, he was either simple-minded, or just extremely childish.
“How old are you?” he interrupted.
“19. You?”
“A year younger than you.”
“Wow, and you already have a motorbike? That’s so cool, I wouldn’t mind having one, but my parents would freak if they knew, and I might freak too, I don’t think I could really control a bike, but I could go pillion, I’ve done it before and -“
“Take your clothes off,” Ryeowook said, effectively shutting him up.
“W-What?”
Ryeowook tossed him an amused look. “Dude, you’re dripping wet. Get out of those clothes or you’ll catch a cold in no time.”
“But - “
“But what? It’s not like I don’t have whatever you have.”
“I - I don’t even know you.”
Ryeowook leaned back, placing his hands on the seat of the bike on either side of him. “I’m Ryeowook. You?”
“I’m… I’m Donghae.”
“Well then, Donghae, now we know each other. It’s all well and good, right?”
“B-But still…”
Ryeowook cocked an eyebrow. “Up to you, if dying of pneumonia is worth you acting like a girl.”
Donghae frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but just then a shiver racked his body and he sneezed.
“See?” Ryeowook said, stifling a yawn.
Donghae hesitated, biting on his lower lip, before shrugging and peeling off his soaked t-shirt. Ryeowook watched, noting how the biceps in the other boy’s arms flexed with every movement he made, and let his eyes travel over the toned chest and abdomen. Ryeowook swallowed as the dark blue skinny jeans he was wearing got even tighter, at a spot they weren’t supposed to be tight.
“You can drape that over here,” Ryeowook said, patting the front of his bike, trying to be as nonchalant as possible and act like no, he definitely had not gotten hard watching some unknown guy take off his shirt in front of him (even if the unknown guy was admittedly gorgeous and had a great body).
Donghae nodded gratefully and walked over, spreading the t-shirt over the front of the bike. Ryeowook sighed theatrically and patted the leather seat. “Sorry, baby, I know I didn’t buy you to be a clothes hanger, but it’ll be over soon.”
“I’m sorry,” Donghae blushed, and then he sneezed again.
Ryeowook eyed him for a moment, before flipping his bangs out of his face and sighing. “Oh, what the hell. Get on.”
“Excuse me?” Donghae blinked, and in the close distance Ryeowook could see that his eyes were large and deep brown and very pretty indeed.
“Get on my bike. The engine’s running, so it’s warm.”
“Oh!” Donghae said, and started forward, but Ryeowook put out a hand and stopped him.
“Your shorts.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“Wet. Too wet. Much too wet for my leather seat.”
“B-But - “
“I’m a guy. It’s two men here. What are you worried about? You do have underwear on right?”
“Of course!”
“So what’s the problem? I’ll lend you my jacket to cover up when you get on, even though this is my favourite jacket and you probably stink, and you’ll get the inside wet.”
Donghae blushed again and Ryeowook grinned. He did enjoy making people uncomfortable… especially when they were as cute as Donghae was.
He stopped grinning, though, when Donghae’s hands went to the button of his shorts, and after a few shaky starts he undid it and pushed the garment down, stepping out of it to reveal tight black boxer briefs, and Ryeowook found his eyes irresistibly drawn to the curve of Donghae’s ass and the strong line of his thighs as he walked towards the front of the bike and draped his shorts over his t-shirt.
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to will his hardness into nonexistence.
Donghae came back to stand next to him and Ryeowook stood up and moved away from his bike, allowing Donghae to get on it first, watching as the other boy lifted his leg over the bike in one smooth motion, his body fluid and graceful and moving liquidly. He moved like a dancer, Ryeowook mused, and then Donghae turned to smile at him, showing even white teeth.
“Your bike is gorgeous… and it’s really big! It’s the largest bike I’ve ever been on.”
“Thanks,” Ryeowook said, swinging his own leg over the bike and sliding onto the seat behind Donghae. “Yeah, I know it’s gorgeous, you don’t have to tell me.”
Donghae twisted his head back to look at Ryeowook, his brown eyes wide and interested. “What bike is this?”
“A Suzuki Hayabusa,” Ryeowook answered, only his voice came out a little hoarse because this unbelievably gorgeous, almost-naked man was straddling his bike in front of him and practically pressed against Ryeowook from chest to groin.
“Wow,” Donghae said, and Ryeowook couldn’t help but notice his long slender fingers caressing the black metal in slow circles.
“Donghae, are you still cold?” Ryeowook asked, leaning forward ever so slightly. Donghae’s ass, warm through the thin cloth of his boxers, rubbed against his arousal beneath his jeans, but if he noticed, he didn’t do anything.
“A little.”
Ryeowook didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around Donghae and pulled him against him, hard, and this time Donghae must have felt something because he turned amazed eyes on him and opened his mouth to say something, but Ryeowook kissed him hard, his tongue sliding out and into the obligingly open mouth.
Donghae struggled slightly but Ryeowook had his arms pinned, and since Ryeowook was holding him from behind he didn’t have much leverage to move anyway. In fact, all the squirming and struggling he was doing only meant he was rubbing harder and faster against Ryeowook’s groin, and the sensations were certainly not unpleasant.
“What… do you think you’re doing?” Donghae gasped into Ryeowook’s mouth, the words coming out muffled, but just then Ryeowook sucked on his soft lower lip and Donghae let out a moan.
Ryeowook smiled into the kiss.
He didn’t waste any time, simply slipped his hand into Donghae’s boxers and began stroking him, and even as Donghae whimpered “No, don’t…” into Ryeowook’s mouth his hips arched up to meet Ryeowook’s hand, and Ryeowook lifted his head and laughed.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“No… no, I don’t, Ryeowook, please…”
“That’s not what this is telling me.” As Ryeowook spoke, he ran his thumb gently over the head of Donghae’s erect cock, and Donghae jerked and moaned, a low sensual sound that seemed to go through Ryeowook like a surge of electricity.
“Oh my god, Ryeowook, please…” Donghae was almost pleading even as he shuddered against Ryeowook. Ryeowook released his grip on Donghae, and smiled again when Donghae made no move to run or stop him, and in fact threw his head back against Ryeowook’s shoulder, bucking his hips upwards to drive himself harder into Ryeowook’s hand.
“What do you want, Donghae?” he asked, dipping his head to lick at the neck that was exposed so enticingly, tasting the mingled salt of sweat, the slight bitterness of cologne, and the metallic taste of rainwater, and underneath it all a distinctive sweet scent that was Donghae’s skin itself. His tongue traced a slow trail down the smooth column of Donghae’s neck to his shoulder, and Donghae moaned again and flung his arms back to clasp Ryeowook around his neck and tug him closer.
“Come on, Donghae, tell me what you want, I can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me,” Ryeowook whispered, his hand twisting and moving expertly, and Donghae was pushing and grinding against him so hard he thought he might come into his pants from the pressure alone.
Donghae said something in reply, but his words were so breathless and strangled Ryeowook couldn’t hear him.
“Say that again,” Ryeowook breathed hotly into Donghae’s neck, and Donghae almost growled before he grabbed Ryeowook’s other hand and brought it up to his mouth, taking two fingers in and sucking and licking at them, coating them in his saliva.
Ryeowook watched as Donghae laved at his fingers, getting harder by the moment, his erection so uncomfortable against his tight jeans that he thought it might break. But the next moment Donghae reached back and found his zipper and pulled it down before undoing his jeans button, hand dipping into his boxers with almost indecent haste and pulling his hardness out, gripping it tightly as he began moving his hand up and down, and Ryeowook groaned.
“Fuck me,” Donghae whispered, letting Ryeowook’s saliva-coated fingers slide out of his mouth.
“What?”
“Fuck me… that’s what I said earlier,” Donghae repeated, and Ryeowook didn’t need asking twice as he placed his hands on Donghae’s back and pushed him downwards, pressing his face into the dashboard.
“Put your feet on the pedals,” Ryeowook ordered, and Donghae did so, lifting himself slightly from the seat at the same time and supporting his weight on his forearms against the bike so Ryeowook could pull his boxers down.
Ryeowook was already sweating, despite the cold, and moved to unzip his leather jacket, but Donghae, who was looking over his shoulder at him, grabbed his wrist.
“Keep - that - on,” he said, his voice husky.
Ryeowook blinked a moment and then laughed. “What about these then?” He asked teasingly, tapping his boot against the bike’s exhaust pipe so that heavy, dull, banging sounds emerged, and Donghae looked over and swallowed distinctly.
“Keep everything on,” he said, his voice huskier than ever.
“I wouldn’t have thought someone as cute as you would be this kinky,” Ryeowook laughed, his fingers slipping easily into Donghae, stretching him.
“I didn’t think someone as innocent-looking as you could be like this too,” Donghae retorted, and then gasped as Ryeowook’s fingers curled inside him, biting on his lip and grinding back against him.
Ryeowook couldn’t wait any longer; the sight of Donghae bent over his bike practically begging to be fucked was killing him. He pushed his jeans and boxers as far down as they could go, which wasn’t much considering how he was straddling the bike, planted his booted feet firmly on the ground, and pushed into Donghae in one slow stroke.
They stayed still for a while, Donghae bent over on his forearms, knees gripping the bike for balance as Ryeowook stood with his feet on either side of the vehicle, hands supporting Donghae’s hips. Donghae was breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, and Ryeowook leaned forward to mouth along the cruve of Donghae’s spine.
“Okay, move,” Donghae said after a minute or two, and Ryeowook began moving in and out of Donghae, slowly at first, but faster as he gave himself into the sensation of Donghae’s incredible tightness and heat surrounding him, and Donghae encouraged him with breathy little moans and whimpers and pleas.
Donghae pushed back against Ryeowook with every thrust, slamming himself hard on Ryeowook’s cock, and Ryeowook felt his head spin because Donghae was so fucking tight and hot writhing underneath him, and shit, he couldn’t shut up even during sex, but the things he was saying was making Ryeowook pound into him harder.
“More, Ryeowook, fuck, this feels so good, more…” Donghae begged, and Ryeowook stopped for a moment, ignoring the indignant growl from the other man, adjusting his position slightly before driving himself into Donghae again, and this time Donghae yelled.
“Fuck! Oh god, Ryeowook, there, right there, fuck!”
Ryeowook gripped on to Donghae’s hips as tightly as he could and began slamming into him like a machine, and Donghae gripped on to the bike’s handlebars in front of him to steady himself as his cock dragged trails of precome over the warm metal, the purring of the bike’s engine sending vibrations through his cock and pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
“Ryeowook, I’m going to - fuck!” Donghae screamed, as Ryeowook gave a particularly hard thrust into him just at the right spot, and he came all over the bike, his come splattering in white streaks across the black metal.
Ryeowook felt Donghae clamping down on his cock, squeezing almost painfully around him, and the sight of Donghae’s come on his bike made him climax as well, riding his spasms out inside of Donghae as the other boy collapsed, exhausted, on his forearms.
They lay like that for a minute, Donghae panting against the bike and Ryeowook panting against his back, until Ryeowook got up shakily and pulled himself out of Donghae, his hands shivering as he redid his jeans.
“That was… pretty fucking awesome,” he said, licking his lips as Donghae lifted himself up as well and got off the bike with a groan.
“It was,” Donghae agreed, pulling his still-wet shirt and shorts from the bike and beginning to dress.
“It’s stopped raining,” Ryeowook said, head cocked to one side, trying to listen for the sound of the rain. It struck him that this was absurd, he’d just had sex with a complete stranger and here he was trying to make conversation.
“Could you send me home?” Donghae asked, turning to him, pulling a little at his wet clothes.
“Send you home?”
“Yeah… I think you owe me at least that much after what you just did to me.”
“What I did to you? From what I saw back there, you were enjoying every moment of it.”
“I was not.”
“Stop acting coy. You’re such a girl. And look, you dirtied my bike, and you’re still asking me to do things for you?”
“Just send me home. I’m too tired to walk already. And by the way, I live by myself.”
“Your point being?”
“My hometown’s Mokpo, so my family’s there. I live by myself here.”
“Is that supposed to help in me sending you home?”
“It is, if you consider that there’ll be no one around to disturb us, and it’ll be dry, and warm.”
Ryeowook paused for a moment as the implication of Donghae’s words sunk in, and then he grinned, and kicked the bike into gear. The powerful engine roared to full life, and Ryeowook jerked his head towards the pillion seat behind him.
“Consider it done,” he said, staring straight into Donghae’s brown eyes, and Donghae smiled and slid on behind Ryeowook.