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"Whoa there, handsy."

It's cute, the way Lighter gives a nervous laugh when Wise slings his leg over the bike and nestles up tight behind him, hands immediately reaching forward to splay over his stomach.

"What do you mean?" Wise questions, not moving his hands. Lighter's stomach is warm under his fingers through his shirt. Firm with muscle and just the slightest hint of belly fat. "You told me to hang onto your waist."

"Yeah, but I haven't even started the bike yet," Lighter protests, twisting in his seat to look backward over his shoulder. "And you need to put a helmet on. Look behind you, it's hangin' off the sissy bar."

"You're not wearing one," Wise points out, begrudgingly giving up his grip on that perfect expanse of stomach. He turns to see there is indeed a cherry red helmet hanging by the chinstrap off the— what did Lighter call it? A sissy bar? Sure.

"That's because my head's already been hit so many times, a few more knocks won't matter," Lighter jokes, facing forward once more in the saddle. "Your head, however, still has some valuable contents. Can't have lil' Lucy yellin' at me for scrambling our esteemed Proxy's grey matter because you didn't wear a lid."

He's relaxed in his seat now, having stabilized the bike by spreading his legs and planting his feet, and Wise stares down at his thighs in those tight, waxed denim jeans. Shit, Lighter's so ungodly attractive, it's almost intimidating.

The saving grace is that for all his bad boy appeal, Lighter is actually kind of a sweetheart, and so damned easy to fluster— or maybe it's not a saving grace, considering how badly it activates Wise's prey drive. He just wants to do horrible things to this poor man. But he has to pick and choose his battles or else he has a feeling he'll scare the guy right off. Patience, patience…

"Alright, helmet's on. Better?"

"Right on. Let's get goin'." Lighter starts up the bike, the roar and rumble immediately traveling up through Wise's ass and thighs. This is gonna be interesting. "Like I said before, keep your feet on the foot rests and don't touch the pipes unless you wanna melt your pants to your leg. Oh, and lean with me into the turns, okay? It's gonna feel like we're gonna fall over, but just do what I do and there'll be no problems."

Wise nods, then realizes Lighter can't see him— oh, but now he's adjusting one of his rearview mirrors so they can make eye contact. Wise gives him a little grin and speaks louder to be heard over the purr of the motor. "Alright, sounds good. I'll try not to mess it up."

"You'll be fine," Lighter says, right as Wise decides to ask, "is now when I hold onto your waist?" It's fun watching Lighter stutter for a moment.

"Yeah, now's the time. Go ahead."

This time, Wise looks into the rearview mirror as he slips his hands around to press flat against Lighter's abs, and he's both pleased and unsurprised when Lighter looks away first. A hint of a flush seems to be creeping out from behind his shades, or maybe it's just a trick of the light. Maybe even a reflection of the red scarf as he tucks the loose ends into his jacket so it won't blow immediately into Wise's face.

"Alright," Lighter says, revving the bike a few times with a thunderous clamor. "Here we go. Hold on tight, Manager."

Wise decides pretty quickly that he loves this. It's a bit terrifying, watching the ground speed by just inches below his feet, but the roar of the bike and the steady vibrations between his thighs— the smell of the air whipping past and the way he can feel the sun's warmth come and go when they pass beneath clouds and the shadows. It's incredible. It's nothing like being in the van, insulated from the outside world.

And being cozied up to Lighter, hugging that glorious ass with his thighs… well, that definitely doesn't hurt either. Wise ducks down through a turn and accidentally knocks the helmet against the back of Lighter's skull. He feels Lighter laugh more than he hears it, and can't help a snort of his own. It's definitely an adjustment having something so much bigger on his head.

Lighter takes him through winding, orange-dusted canyons and over steep cliffs, but Wise only panics a few times. Takes his excuse to clutch Lighter a little harder around the waist. At one point, right after they go down a particularly steep hill, Lighter reaches down and squeezes his thigh in reassurance, and Wise feels all the blood in his body rush between his legs. It leaves him a little dizzy, feeling the casual strength in that grip.

Here and there, Lighter slows down to point out different landmarks—including more of his favorite cacti. He has names for all of them, and Wise's cute aggression is reaching untenable levels. He wants to throttle this man and ride his cock until they both pass out. It's awful. He's so smitten.


Finally, they reach a shady outcropping of unusual rock formations. Wise has a good innate sense of direction, honed by his Proxy experience, but even he's lost track of which way New Eridu lies in. There's nothing out here but massive blue sky, that red-orange sand, and Lighter saying "hold onto my shoulders when you dismount. Just swing your leg back over and— yep, you got it."

Wise hangs up the helmet on the sissy bar and tries to fix his hair. It's probably a mess, but he feels like it would be a bit excessive to try and bend over to fuss with it in the bike's mirrors. Lighter comes to his rescue, sauntering over and sorting it for him. His hands are weapons, Wise knows this, but they're gentle as anything as they smooth out his helmet-hair.

"There ya go. It's always worse if you have fine hair, gets staticky in there," Lighter says. There's a moment of sharp electricity between them when they make eye contact— or at least, Wise is pretty sure they do, the shades are reflecting his own face at this angle. For a thrilling second, he thinks maybe Lighter's going to lean back in.

Instead, Lighter steps back and brushes invisible dust from his jacket, then gestures to the bike with his chin. "You thirsty?"

Yes, Wise wants to say. But not like you mean it.

They share Lighter's canteen of water— Wise feels a bit stupid that he hadn't thought to bring any.

"Don't worry, I got an extra in my saddlebag. It's just second nature to always be prepared for the worst, out here." Lighter stretches, making a satisfied 'ahh' when he pops his shoulder. Every utterance of his is like catnip to Wise. He just can't help imagining those sounds in other contexts.

"Makes sense," he says, trying to wrangle his horny thoughts into obedience. "It's a whole different kind of life in the Outer Ring. I never have to worry about dying of dehydration in a canyon somewhere when I leave my front door. But I like it… the air is so different. It feels so massive and never-ending."

"Yeah," Lighter agrees, taking another sip before handing the canteen back to Wise. Just drinking from the same mouthpiece feels good, like a quiet encouragement. "It's been fun visiting the city, but there's nothing like the desert. It really shows you what you're made of."

Wise hums. "I like being on the bike a lot. It was easier leaning with you into the turns than I expected. I didn't realize how incredible it would feel, moving that fast while surrounded by nothing but open air."

"Yeah?" Lighter looks pleased at this. "Sure you weren't too scared? Felt ya clinging on pretty tight there, a few times."

"It was a little scary at points, but you're experienced enough that the fear went away after a bit," Wise says, honest. "I liked it even more than I expected to."

"Well, play your cards right, maybe you'll get to take a ride on the bike more often," Lighter suggests. It's almost a flirt. No, it's definitely a flirt, he's just trying to downplay it. Allow Wise to ignore it if he chooses.

Ah, to hell with it. It's not as if Lighter's going to turn him down at this point, right?

"Maybe I wanna take a ride on you, too," Wise suggests, letting a coy smile rise to the surface as he takes another sip from the canteen. "Think you might be up for that, sometime?"

Lighter's mouth goes slack for a moment before he collects himself. "Whoa," he says, and then hesitates. Oh yeah, that's definitely a flush spilling across his cheeks. "You, uh. You sure you mean that?"

"Well, we're standing face to face. Can't try to blame this one on my phone being hacked," Wise points out playfully, enjoying the scent of blood in the water. He steps closer, watching the movements of Lighter's eyes tracking him behind those tinted lenses. He wants to see that pretty green shade again. "So I guess I must be serious."

Lighter swallows, looking him up and down. Maybe he doesn't realize that in this lighting, Wise can tell exactly how much his gaze lingers.

"Manager—"

"You can call me Wise, you know." He steps closer into Lighter's space, loving that he has to look up to keep their gaze intact. Loving how his heart races with excitement at the look Lighter's giving him. "And I mean it. I've wanted to ride you senseless from the first moment I saw you. Is that too forward?"

Lighter's gone a very interesting shade of pink all over. He clears his throat and shakes his head. "No, that's… forward is good." Fuck, he's so cute when he blushes, Wise could eat him alive. "Just didn't think you'd really want to."

"Well, think again," Wise suggests, finally taking the initiative to close the gap between them. He reaches out and hooks a finger through Lighter's belt loop, tugging them further together. "We don't have to start with that, of course. I like kissing, too."

Lighter's gaze lingers on his through the shades, and then drops to Wise's mouth. "I'm a fan," he says, chest expanding with a sudden deep breath like he's trying to keep collected. "Fuck, you've got me nervous, though."

Wise wants to eat him alive, damnit. There's no way a man this fine or possessing so much brute strength should be anything less than obnoxiously confident in all regards— and yet that's exactly what he likes. The self-deprecating honesty. The quiet self-assurance Lighter has for everything else but this. Wise has a feeling he'll be a beast in the sheets once he shakes off his nerves.

"It's okay, we can save it for another time," he teases, drawing back and idly tugging Lighter by the belt loop. "Wouldn't wanna make you too anxious to drive back later."

Lighter gives him a comically offended look. "Oh," he says, with a rising tinge of amusement. His voice has taken on a husky tone that Wise likes entirely too much. "You're kind of brat, huh."

"Took you long enough to realize," Wise breathes. They're slipping their mouths together in the next moment, the magnetism between them too strong to resist any longer. It's a pleasant surprise that Lighter immediately grips his hips with both hands; Wise thought he might have to be coaxed into that.

It's an eager kiss, but not rushed. Wise lets himself enjoy the feeling of finally getting to taste and touch. Lighter must shave meticulously because there's no stubble burn in sight, just surprisingly soft lips moving with sensuous intent against his. Wise relinquishes his grip on Lighter's pants to seek out other territory— running his palms flat up the taller man's stomach until he's got two handfuls of muscular titty through that tantalizingly ripped shirt.

Lighter groans a little, opening his mouth with it, and Wise takes the opportunity to slip him a bit of tongue. Which quickly becomes more than just a bit as their kiss gains a new level of urgency. He tastes like the faint traces of menthol, like maybe he popped a mint right before they met up, and it gives Wise another swell of cute aggression. Lighter squeezes his hips and pulls him closer, and it's easy to tell he's starting to get hard. Which, same. These jeans aren't gonna hide anything.

God, Wise wants to be somewhere they can actually get naked and horizontal, not just pulled over in the shade in the middle of the desert. But there's something admittedly thrilling about grabbing shamelessly at each other just off to the side of the dirt road, and when Wise dares to roll his hips against Lighter's groin, he's rewarded with another low moan from the man's throat and both of those hands slipping down to squeeze his ass.

Oh, fuck. Lighter really does have big hands. Broad enough to cup a cheek in each palm. Wise groans his appreciation and molests Lighter's chest even more vigorously, sucking on his tongue and greedily inhaling the scent of warm leather and traces of motor oil. He's getting that fizzy excitement from having absolutely no clue where this is going to go next— hell, maybe Lighter actually would let him ride it out here, in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he didn't bring condoms and lube for nothing…

"Damn," Lighter finally says when they pull back to give their jaws a rest, mouths still close enough to nearly touch. "I like the way you kiss, Manager." His voice has gone low and gravelly and Wise wants him so bad he probably looks stupid (and does he even care? No.)

"How do I kiss?" He asks, realizing his own voice is in a similar state. This is making his heart race to an absurd degeee. "I didn't know I had a particular style."

Lighter shifts against him, squeezing his ass tighter for a moment, like it was purely reflexive.

"You kiss like you really want it," he murmurs back, and then laughs, a little breathlessly. "Shit."

"That's because I do," Wise confirms, and maybe he sounds the more put-together of the two, but that's perfectly fine with him, and it's a lie, anyway. He's so turned on, it's making his head feel simultaneously razor sharp with intent and full of sand with how he can't seem to think of anything beyond getting Lighter naked beneath him. His hands have taken to wandering further beneath the open leather jacket, splaying over Lighter's back and scratching with just a hint of nail. Just enough to give them both ideas.

Lighter shivers a little, his lower back muscles tightening and twitching beneath Wise's roaming fingers. His own hands sweep upwards from Wise's ass, until one of them is cupping Wise's cheek and he's looking down from behind those ever-present shades with a promising intensity.

"You're too damned pretty," he mumbles, sounding a little mulish, like he's trying to give himself a reason to resist. "You sure you wanna get mixed up with somebody like me?"

Wise gives him an innocent blink, turning to bite at his leather glove. The sharp inhale he gets in response is very satisfying, especially when he presses a leg forward and feels Lighter's cock twitch against his thigh. "I'm technically the real law-breaker, here," he reminds Lighter. "So maybe I should be asking you that question."

Lighter huffs out a laugh, then looks around them— perhaps out of a sudden spike of paranoia. But they're very much alone in the shadow of this rock formation, no distant roar of motors to be heard. The sun beats down around them and the sky is almost piercingly blue, but the only scenery Wise cares about is right here in front of him.

"Fuck, okay." Lighter's gaze is on him again, making him feel hot all over. "What do you want? Tell me how you want it."

Jackpot. Wise's pulse surges. Oh god, he wants everything.

"I told you, I want to ride you," he says, taking the opportunity to untuck the front of Lighter's shirt and slip his hands over the bare skin, finally getting to feel the happy trail he's been fantasizing about. "Want you to rearrange my guts until I can't think about anything else. You can bend me over the bike too, I don't mind."

"Wow, alright." Lighter's sounding faint. "You're something else, you know that."

"I wasn't finished," Wise says, just to torment him. He loves feeling that muscular stomach tremble under his touch. "First, I want to get on my knees and suck you off. Think you're up for that?"

Lighter gives a pained laugh, swooping in to kiss him again. He's tugging on Wise's waist, cradling the back of his head and pushing in close like he can't get enough, groaning deep in his chest when Wise grinds down on his thigh. Their tongues slipping together is making Wise so damned horny he can barely think. The moment he stops to breathe, he tugs himself back and drops to his knees in the dust, smoothing his hands over those tight pants.

Lighter groans and widens his stance, boots gritting in the dirt, and catches Wise's wrists with his hands before they can reach his belt.

"Look," he says, halting. "It's been a minute, so don't expect too much— I might be a little worked up."

Wise just leans in to nuzzle against his crotch, mapping the hardness against his mouth and cheek. Oh yeah. This is gonna do nicely. "It's alright," he says, hopelessly endeared by how shy Lighter is. "If you cum down my throat, I'll just consider that a bonus."

As he'd hoped, Lighter covers his mouth with a hand and makes a faint noise. "Goddamnit, Manager, what are you?" he moans, almost despairing. "You can't just drop to your knees in front of a guy and say those things to him."

Wise takes that as his cue to start on that belt. "Why not," he reasons, smiling up at his poor, handsome target. "I've been thinking about doing this for long enough. But if I'm going to be sucking your cock, you really do have to call me by my name, alright?"

"Deal," Lighter breathes out, his length twitching as Wise makes quick work of the belt and starts on his zip. "Can't say I haven't thought about it, either. Wasn't even sure you liked guys, at first."

That makes Wise snort with laughter, glancing up with disbelief. "Really? You weren't sure? Even Belle tells me I have 'scary power bottom energy.' I thought I made my interest pretty obvious."

Lighter makes a choked noise when Wise bares his boxer briefs to the open air, mouthing at his shaft through the fabric. There's already a wet spot at the tip and he smells so good even through his underwear, Wise thinks he might lose his mind when he actually gets it in his mouth.

"I mean, I figured it out after a second, once you started flirting," Lighter goes on, valiantly trying to continue the conversation. "I just— oh, shit." Wise is mouthing over the tip of his cock through his boxer briefs now. "All the girls fawning over you kinda threw me off, that's all— oh fuck, don't tease. Wise."

There's something so deeply satisfying about having a big tough guy like Lighter whining his name like that. Wise finally takes mercy and frees his cock from the humid fabric, and oh… what a cock it is. Thick, well veined, and uncut… everything Wise has longed for and then some.

He wouldn't call himself a size queen, but that would be a lie. He absolutely loves getting stretched open on something thick and punishing, and Lighter might not be in monster cock territory, but he's not that far off. Wise can already tell he's going to be feeling this the next day, maybe two.

He kisses the tip, unable to resist teasing a little longer. Plus, he figures Lighter might actually explode if he takes this too fast. As much as he wouldn't mind getting to overstim the guy into a second round, he should probably go easy on him for the first time.

Lighter makes a needy noise, cut off abruptly like he's trying to keep it together. Wise kisses once more at the dripping tip, then gives him a downward stroke to reveal the glistening head from beneath its delicate sheath, unwrapping him like the present he is.

"You don't have to be quiet," he says, wanting to groan himself at the sight of all that pre just waiting to be licked up. "I like my guys loud."

Lighter seems to take it to heart, because he moans with feeling when Wise laps at him, tracing the shape of the crown, before suckling on the head.

"Fuck… Wise." His hands tangle in Wise's hair— not yanking, because of course he's a gentleman, but Wise can feel how he practically vibrates with restraint. "Oh god, you've got a hot little mouth."

Wise hums, feeling his own face warm at the comment. Maybe Lighter's gonna be better for dirty talk than he realized, now wouldn't that be a bonus. He decides right then he's not gonna hold back; he wants to hear Lighter say his name like that again.

"Shit," Lighter curses under his breath when Wise takes him deeper, sealing his mouth and hollowing his cheeks as he adds some proper suction. "Fuck, that feels good." One of his thumbs traces around Wise's lower lip, and he groans again as Wise begins to bob his head, swirling his tongue around the length and swallowing once he's just got the tip in his mouth.

"You really do like sucking cock, huh," Lighter mumbles, almost as if to himself, and when Wise hums and tries to tug him closer with the hand not gripping the base, Lighter takes the hint and cautiously thrusts a little.

Wise makes a pleased noise— both because he wants Lighter to know it's okay to fuck his mouth, and because it turns him on so bad thinking about Lighter getting rough with him. He lets his eyes fall closed as he presses his hand over Lighter's on his head and encourages him to push him down.

"Shit. Shit, okay… if you want it rough, baby, you got it," Lighter breathes, snapping his hips forward just enough to breach Wise's throat. "Hit my thigh if it's too much."

Wise nods, looking up at him eagerly, feeling the first tears begin to well up. He wants Lighter to watch all of it. The sight must be effective, because the gorgeous man with his cock in Wise's mouth just makes a needy growl and thrusts in deep enough to hit the back of his throat.

Wise gags, but he holds Lighter's hips to him as he rides it out, because fuck that's so hot, oh god this is going to be so good.

"Shit!" Lighter already sounds breathless. "Oh fuck, that's it." He waits for Wise's throat to stop spasming then pulls back and pushes back in. This time, Wise is ready— he loosens up and lets him in, and it hurts and it's too big and he fucking loves every moment of it.

It's easy to set a steady pace after that, Wise's gag reflex mostly settling down as Lighter fucks his throat with near-abandon. He's clearly still trying to be careful, but Wise just grips his hips harder and tries to meet his thrusts until he can feel a bit more of that control slip.

Lighter's moaning on every thrust now, little panting whines that are driving Wise absolutely insane.

"Wise… shit, I'm getting close already. Fuckin' told you I wouldn't last," Lighter grits out, trying to slow down, but Wise just whines his complaint and lets him feel his throat vibrate. "Ah— I'm just sayin, if you wanna have anything left to ride, I gotta — fuck. Sorry."

Regretfully, Wise pulls off him and wipes at the tears dreaming down his cheeks from the deep penetration. Lighter curses and hauls him up, cupping his face with both hands and dragging him into a hungry, wet kiss, like he's trying to eat Wise alive. God, it's so good and he's so hard it hurts, chafing inside his jeans when he humps against Lighter's hip.

"Fuck me already," Wise murmurs between kisses, running his hands up underneath Lighter's shirt and pushing it over his chest, revealing the scarred, muscled expanse of his body. Another heavy pang of arousal follows the sight. Damn, he can't remember the last time he wanted somebody so viscerally. "I brought the stuff. Condoms and lube. Just in case."

Lighter gives a short, surprised laugh. "I guess a good Proxy is always prepared for anything, huh?" His voice is a low murmur, and he sounds very pleased indeed. "Well, then… if you really want to."

"Believe me," Wise insists, staring up into his shades. "It's all I've been thinking about for weeks."

"Shit. Okay. Alright, how can I say no to that?" Lighter glances around them, as if to check the landscape is still as desolate as before, then jumps when Wise takes the opportunity to lean in and suck one dark nipple into his mouth.

"Handsy," he says again, like earlier, tugging Wise off him with a breathless noise. "But I wanna see some of your clothes come off too, Mister Manager." This time, the title's just a tease, so Wise lets it slide. He's gonna be back for those nipples, though. For now, he just shrugs his jacket off, tossing it onto the back of the bike.

"How many of my clothes?"

Lighter looks at him hungrily. "Would it be too much if I said I wanted to see you in nothing but your sneakers?"

Wise laughs, pleasantly surprised. "Mm. For you, I think I could make that happen." He reaches to his belt, considering. "Yeah. Why not."

A few minutes later, he's managed to get topless, then shimmy out of his underwear and pants and back into his shoes, standing before Lighter just as requested. Probably for the best to keep them on, anyway: who knows what he might step on out here. Lighter hasn't been wasting time either— he's only wearing his dog tags up top, the metal glinting between those gloriously sculpted tits, and his pants are unzipped and pushed down just enough to cup his balls as he lazily jerks his cock, having clearly recovered somewhat from fucking Wise's face.

Just the reminder of being on his knees with that cock stuffed down his throat is doing dangerous things to him. Wise sidles closer, letting Lighter watch him stroke himself in turn. He's gotten pretty dripping wet too, and the sounds of them together in the quiet desert air are utterly filthy.

"C'mere, gorgeous," Lighter says as he drinks in the sight before him, less shy now, and reels Wise in closer until they're pressed together, one of his legs between Wise's thighs. He wraps his hand around both their dicks, and Wise groans in approval.

"Can't believe you didn't think I was into guys," he says, running his hands up Lighter's abdomen and kneading at his chest as he ruts into that perfect, calloused grip. Stares at his broad shoulders, the vascularity of his biceps. "You're insane. Hot and insane."

Lighter wheezes a slight laugh, dragging him into another kiss. Maybe they've both been stupidly pent up with yearning— it certainly feels that way, with the eager noises they can't seem to help making. The wet slip of their tongues together and the stomach-curling drag of Lighter's hand on their cocks. Wise thrusts into his grip, gasping for air but not wanting to stop kissing for a second. He can't get enough, Lighter tastes too good and smells too good and feels too good to play it cool.

"Lube's in my jacket," he manages to get out.

It's an awkward shuffle towards the bike because neither of them wants to let go, but Wise manages to grab the lube and two condoms and tuck the latter into Lighter's back jean pocket for easy access later. He flips open the cap on the lube and looks up at Lighter, meeting his eyes through the tinted glass.

"Give me your hand."

Lighter watches him intently as Wise takes two of his fingers into his mouth first, sucking them down to the knuckle.

"Goddamn, you're a menace," he says. Wise just keeps them there for a second, then draws back, licking thoroughly to make sure there's plenty of spit on them.

"I just like doing that," he says, truthfully, before holding up the little bottle and drizzling some of its contents on Lighter's wet fingers. "I had time to clean up in the shower but not enough to get myself ready for something as big as you, so you'll have to do the honors. Something tells me that won't be an issue."

Lighter gives him one of those dazzling grins that makes Wise feel like he's just been knocked up, somehow. "That definitely won't be an issue. But here, lemme grab something, too."

Wise finds himself pressed against the rock formation with Lighter's jacket slung around his shoulders to protect his bare skin. Lighter lifts one of Wise's legs and holds it to his hip with his clean hand, slick fingertips tracing around his hole.

"Gotta say," Lighter mutters, brilliant green gaze flicking up over his glasses for a moment, "you look pretty damn cute in my jacket."

Wise finds himself unexpectedly wanting to blush. "We can't all be built like tanks," he points out, biting his lip and taking a deep inhale through his nose as one of Lighter's blunt fingers begins to push inside. Oh fuck, yeah.

Lighter shakes his head. "Not what I meant. Anyway, I think you're built just right." He slips his finger deeper, slowly working Wise open with care. "I like a cute lil' thing who's way scarier than he looks."

Wise looks up at him curiously, biting back a smile. "You think I'm scary?"

"Oh, yeah." Lighter doesn't miss a beat. He withdraws and pushes in a second finger, seeming to soak up Wise's involuntary moan at the stretch. "Terrifying. Why else would you get my heart pounding when you text me things like ' I miss you' out of the blue."

Wise grips his neck, letting his head fall back against the cool rock behind him. He loves wearing Lighter's jacket, being surrounded by the smell of him— musky, leathery, a little smoky. "Just thought you could use a little encouragement, that's all. Oh… Hngh. Shit, that's good. Just like that."

Lighter's moving his hand a little faster now, no doubt feeling how quickly Wise is softening for him. "So damned pretty," he mutters, seemingly to himself. They're kissing again before Wise realizes it, teeth knocking together as Lighter drags his fingertips over Wise's prostate and draws a long whine out of him.

"Fuck. Wanna hear you make that sound again," Lighter pants, bullying his prostate and making Wise writhe. It's too much, too soon, but he doesn't want it to stop. "That's it, baby."

Lighter calling him baby for the second time must mean it's not a fluke, right? Wise is swooning, if he's being honest. It's unfair.

"Gimme another," he demands, rocking his hips into Lighter's hand. "One more, then I can take you."

It burns a little because he didn't put as much lube on that finger, or maybe the desert air stole it away while they weren't paying attention, but Wise chases the feeling.

"You sure that'll be enough?" Lighter doesn't sound convinced, and it's hard to tell if he's teasing or not. "Not to brag, but I'm not a small guy, and you're…"

"I like being stuffed full," Wise sighs, a small cry of pleasure escaping him the next time Lighter strokes his prostate. "Like it to hurt a little. You into that?"

"What, givin' it to ya rough? Mm, I'm okay with that as long as you're enjoying it. Whatever pleases you tickles me plumb to death."

Wise huffs a laugh at the odd phrase— some antiquated relic of the Outer Ring, probably— and nods his approval.

"Yeah. Yeah, I like it a lot. Like being held down, tied up, fucked hard until I cry, you name it."

"Kinky boy, huh?" Lighter's breath is hot against his ear as he leans in, shoving his fingers a little deeper and spreading them enough to make Wise choke on a moan. "Okay, I can work with that. Just boss me around however you like. I'll give you whatever you want, Manag— ahh, Wise."

"Good boy," Wise says, to pay him back in kind, and he swears he feels Lighter's dick twitch against his. "Maybe I should save the riding until we've got a better surface. But I really want to."

"Can get back on the bike, like you said," Lighter suggests, voice husky in his ear. "Or I can lift you up and fuck you against this rock, first."

Wise nods immediately, clutching at him. "That. Do that." The thought of Lighter holding him up makes him want to cum right then and there. "Prove those muscles aren't just for show."

He feels his heart in his throat when Lighter makes good on the offer and grips him firmly beneath the ass, strong fingers pressing into his thighs as he lifts Wise up like he's done it hundreds of times before. The leather jacket insulates him from the rock nearly down to his ass, and Wise finds himself slipping into the arms properly to keep it on him when he reaches forward to hold Lighter around the neck.

"I don't think I have words for how much that just turned me on," he confesses, feeling how securely Lighter has him— admiring the faint sheen of sweat on his bare shoulders that's almost certainly from the heat of the land around them more from any actual exertion.

The man himself just smirks, a hint of that cockiness re-emerging. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't think you'd like it," he says. Wise is eye-level with him now, and he really wants to take those shades off, but he refrains, knowing Lighter would probably be in pain without them.

"We gotta do this again indoors," he says, without thinking. "It would be a shame never to get to see your eyes like this."

Lighter seems taken aback. Wise isn't entirely sure why, until he says, "Huh… so you wanna do this again, do ya?"

"Obviously." Wise says, because isn't it? Why on earth would he want to stop after just the once? "Now, are you going to fuck me?" He doesn't mean to lean into the bossiness, but it clearly does things for Lighter— and right, he did just say to order him around, didn't he? Cute.

"I— yeah, obviously." Lighter clears his throat, then shifts Wise's weight to one arm so he can line himself up. It doesn't occur to Wise until the thick head has already started to push inside that they forgot the condom. Lighter remembers a moment later, freezing. "Ah, fuck, I didn't—"

"It's fine," Wise says, hurriedly. "I don't care if you don't. I get tested, I'm good."

"Ah, thank fuck," Lighter moans, his cock twitching inside the hot clench of Wise's ass. "Thought I'd just ruined everything. Shit, give me a second to catch my breath."

"You thought you were gonna get in trouble?" Wise teases, wiggling a little in the strong grip. "I only brought them because I figured you'd want to. I like it better raw, anyway."

"Fuck," Lighter breathes out, sounding a bit faint. "You sure they didn't make you in a lab just to torment me? Damnit, Wise…"

He adjusts his stance and then pushes in deeper before pulling slowly out, making certain Wise feels every inch of that sweet friction. It's difficult not to moan so he doesn't bother trying to muffle his noises. It seems to spur Lighter on as he holds Wise steady against the rock and sinks back in— this time, to the base.

"Fuck, yeah," Wise breathes out, squeezing his thighs tighter around Lighter's waist. He drops his head down so he can see the action— his own cock is in the way but that's fine, he loves just watching that taut abdomen with that sculpted Adonis belt, those powerful hips in motion, catching a glimpse of Lighter's cock when he draws back and fucks back in even deeper. "That's it. Ah, god you're thick. Feels so damn good."

It aches, the stretch is so much, but his body is hot and tingling all over and the sheer pleasure of finally being split open on Lighter's cock is so heady that Wise wouldn't want it any other way.

"Little size queen, huh?" Lighter says, breathy and hoarse, echoing Wise's earlier thoughts. "Even warmed up— hhh. So tight. Gotta loosen you up, sweetheart."

"Then give it to me like you mean it," Wise demands, staring him down, linking his ankles behind Lighter's back. "Make sure I can't walk straight when we're done. Wanna feel you inside me for days."

Lighter buries his face in Wise's neck with a groan, and then he gets to work. All that powerful muscle engaged towards one task and one task alone; railing Wise absolutely senseless. There's no give to the rock behind him, nowhere to go, so each thrust hits hard and deep enough to drive a continuous string of gasps and wanton cries from Wise's throat. He tries to grit his teeth to keep from outright wailing but only ends up making noise right through them.

Lighter grunts with effort, adjusting his grip as his hands and Wise's thighs grow sweatier. It's cool enough in the shade, but the breeze is warm and Wise is melting like ice cream more and more with each thrust.

"So good," he pants, clutching at Lighter's strong shoulders and tilting his head back against the rock as his ass cries out for mercy. He wants to cum so bad but it's not the right angle. "Shit, let's move to the bike, I wanna cum on your cock so bad."

Lighter pushes in deep with another groan, fumbling to kiss him. He tastes salty from the sweat beading above his lip, and Wise can't get enough, biting Lighter's lower lip and licking into his mouth before sealing them together in a proper kiss. Lighter moans, rocking into him slower, then breaks the kiss with a heaving breath.

"We get on the bike, I'm gonna lay you out over the gas tank and put your pretty little ass on my lap. Sound good?"

"Perfect," Wise agrees, then startles when, instead of setting him down, Lighter just carries him right over to the bike without even pulling out at first— though it happens naturally as he walks, leaving Wise startled at how empty he feels.

Lighter sets him down, giving him a second to find his feet— and oh yeah, his legs are shaky. Wise enjoys the cocky little smirk that flashes across Lighter's face as he tilts the bike upright and slings his leg over the saddle. He looks absolutely lewd sitting there half-naked with his hard, wet cock sticking out from his jeans and his balls pushed up around the base.

"Hop on up," Lighter says, patting his thigh. "You can use my footrests, I'll keep ya steady."

Wise climbs on board, only losing his balance a little and feeling like an absolute slut as he settles down with his ass in Lighter's lap and his torso sprawling forward over the gas tank. Thankfully, the bike is parked in the shade, so the metal is cool to the touch, a balm against his heated skin.

"Damn, you look good like this," Lighter murmurs, making a show of squeezing Wise's ass cheeks and spreading them apart. It's impossible not to blush— especially imagining the other Sons of Calydon riding up and finding them like this.

There's a harsh noise behind him, and Wise jumps at the feeling of something wet hitting his exposed asshole with perfect aim, then moans a moment later when he realizes Lighter just spit on him.

"I didn't know you were so nasty," he says, unable to help squirming backwards when he feels the blunt head of Lighter's cock nudging up against his hole, smearing the saliva around.

"I can be," Lighter says, coy. "For the right person."

He punctuates this nicely by gripping Wise's hips and pulling him back to meet his forward thrust. His cock slides in to the hilt, dragging deliciously all the way in. A guttural groan forces its way from deep inside Wise's throat, feeling like it's been pushed from his lungs by that damn cock.

"Shit," he pants. "Oh, that's good, that's— Lighter! Yeah. Just like that. You feel perfect."

It's just the right angle to hit his prostate when he tilts his hips just so, and the cool metal of the gas tank against his cock is a revelation he didn't know he needed. Wise grips the tank with one hand and reaches back to grip Lighter's hand on his hip, squeezing in encouragement.

"Wanna make you feel good," Lighter says like it's some kind of terrible confession. His voice sounds strained. "Been thinking about this. Having you like this. Fuck."

"You're not gonna cum too soon on me, are you?" Wise honestly wouldn't mind if he did; there's something excruciatingly sexy thinking about a guy like Lighter being so hot for him that he can't help being a quick shot. "You're gonna be good and wait for me, right?"

Lighter swears as Wise uses the footrests to leverage himself and fuck back onto that glorious, thick cock. He adjusts his grip on Wise's hips and ass, squeezing and guiding Wise onto him, meeting him halfway. The bike shakes but holds steady thanks to Lighter's strong thighs and his boots braced in the dirt.

"I'll be whatever you want me to be," comes the low, breathy confession, and Wise wonders if it's making Lighter bold, not being able to see each other's faces. "Not many people I'd— hhngh— get on my knees and bark like a dog for, but I think if you asked… hell, I'd consider it."

Wise laughs, because he barely knows what to do with the feeling that gives him. "Oh, yeah? You're saying I've got you whipped?"

"Somethin' like that," Lighter huffs, groaning when Wise thrusts back against him extra hard. "Why, you wanna whip me?"

"Maybe if you're very good," Wise teases, vaguely picturing it. Lighter on his knees, or maybe bent over Wise's bed. Red marks all over his ass. "Might be kinda hot— ah!— to mark you up, then make you fuck me."

Lighter groans, rutting into him with abandon. "Shit," he says, a moment later. "That's — yeah. You can do that."

Wise bites his lip, sneaking his hand down to touch himself. Being out here in the open is making him go crazy— he's not normally this much of an adrenaline junkie, but talking about kinky fantasies while he's being fucked on a motorcycle by the man of his wet dreams is really doing things to change that. It's making him sweat, wearing Lighter's jacket, but there's no way in hell he's gonna take it off now.

"I'm getting close," he murmurs, tilting his hips to make sure Lighter hits his prostate with each thrust. It means there's really no room for his hand, but Wise has a feeling he might just be able to cum untouched from this. "You—you still good? You can hang in there for me?"

"Ye-yeah," Lighter pants. His dog tags clink together faintly as he rolls his hips forward, burying himself deep with every thrust. "Wanna see you cum on my cock, just like this. S'all I care about."

Such a good service top he's found himself, Wise thinks dreamily, chasing after the orgasm he can feel winding up, getting ready for the pitch.

"Right there," he finds himself panting, then whimpering. "Ah fuck, Lighter, I'm so close, I'm gonna— gonna cum—"

"C'mon, beautiful," Lighter urges, dutifully giving Wise every inch. His hands squeeze and fondle as he rocks deep against the trigger point that's about to go off. "Cum for me, cum all over my fucking bike."

Somehow, that's what does it for him. Wise can barely recognize the noises he's making as his own when he spills hard all over the gas tank, thick ropes that immediately make a slippery mess of his stomach. He clenches down hard and feels Lighter's rhythm stutter, and then a muffled, "oh, fuck— Wise," right before Lighter succumbs to his own orgasm, hips shuddering against Wise's ass.

Wise tries to catch his breath and milk Lighter's cock all at the same time, his head absolutely spinning. Shit. Shit, that felt so damn good, he hasn't had sex this fulfilling in a while, and feeling Lighter clutch at him and hold him close by the waist as he empties himself into Wise's willing, greedy hole… wow.

"Shit, m'sorry," Lighter pants, groaning even as he shudders with aftershocks. "I swear I was gonna pull out—"

"No way," Wise cuts in, turning over his shoulder to look at him. Taking in the exertion-flushed face and chest, the sheen of Lighter's skin. The tautness of his nipples and the slow progress of a trail of sweat down his clavicle. "I wanted it inside."

Lighter just breathes, eyes sliding closed behind his shades. He's still caressing and squeezing Wise's ass, still inside him and slowly, slowing going soft.

"Thank god," he finally says, then seems to shake himself. "Wow. I've never done it on my bike before." A low whistle, and then a chuckle as he gives Wise's ass another fond squeeze. "You really are somethin' else, Manager."

Wise lets it go this time.

It's kinda growing on him, anyway.

By the time they get cleaned up— Wise having teased Lighter with the sight of his cum dripping down his legs, which necessitated taking some very naughty pictures— the sun feels like it's dipped much lower on the horizon than it should have. The shadow of Wise's new favorite rock formation has grown considerably longer. He has no idea how long they actually fucked for. Normally he's got an excellent inner clock, but time passes differently when he's around Lighter, it seems.

"Shit," Lighter says, evidently coming to the same conclusion. He tosses the rag he used to mop Wise's cum off the gas tank into one of his saddlebags, then considers the sky, then checks his phone. Stares a minute too long at the screen before making a reluctant swipe with his thumb. (Oh right, the photos they just took.) "Alright, I suppose I oughtta be takin' you back into town, huh?"

Wise, fully clothed once more, taps his chin and considers the options. "You know… you could stay the night at mine. Or vice versa."

Lighter looks up from where he's double-checking the buckles of the saddlebag. He's got his leather jacket back on now, unbuttoned and hanging open like an invitation. "You don't have to do that," he says, gently. "I've already taken up your whole afternoon, I know you're a busy guy."

Wise just levels a look at him, unimpressed. "You really think I'm inviting you over out of pity? After all that?"

Lighter scuffs his boot in the dust, shrugging a carefully nonchalant shoulder. "I just don't like to make assumptions," he says, and it sounds honest in a way that makes something in Wise's chest pang. "But I guess you're not really the type to say things just because it's polite, huh?"

"I might be reserved," Wise admits, stepping closer, tilting his head to try and catch Lighter's gaze. "But when I say things, I mean them."

Lighter itches at his nose, looking about. "Fair enough. Alright. I mean, if you're into turning this into a little sleepover, I can't say I'd be opposed." He seems nervous again. It's more endearing than frustrating, thankfully. Now that Wise is feeling the warmth of the afterglow of a really good lay— hips and hole aching in all the best ways— he's feeling even more confident about bullying Lighter a little.

So he crowds in closer, slipping his hands beneath the open flaps of Lighter's jacket to hold his firm waist over that sinfully tight shirt and look directly up at him with a quiet smile.

"I wanna do this again," he says clearly, so there's no way Lighter can mistake his meaning. "Last time you came over to watch movies, you kept talking about how neat and tidy my room was. I want it to look like it was torn up by a band of Ethereals by the time we're done."

Lighter licks his lips, huffing a laugh as he slips a hand around Wise's waist and tugs him closer again.

"You're unstoppable when you see something you want, huh?"

"I just know what I like," Wise says, taking the opportunity to grope the ass he hasn't paid nearly enough attention to. Feels the condoms he tucked into Lighter's pocket. So much for that. He hesitates for a moment, then decides to hell with playing it cool.

"And, just so you know… I'm fine with just sex, but I wouldn't mind making this a regular occurence, if you want to see where things go. I don't have an agenda beyond wanting to see you in my bed at least once." Wise pauses. "Though, if I'm being honest, taking you out to dinner would be kind of nice, too."

God, Lighter's gorgeous when he grins, teeth and all, a dimple appearing in one of his cheeks. Wise wants to kiss him senseless. He might be a little infatuated.

"Well, if you're insisting, and I'm not imposing… yeah, I think I could work with that particular agenda." Lighter seems to mull over his words as his gaze travels over Wise's face. "As for the rest of it… I think I'd be a fool to say no."

"You're allowed to say whatever you want," Wise insists, even as he takes another generous squeeze of Lighter's ass. His voice turns teasing. "Wouldn't want to take advantage of you, after all."

"Oh, I think you'd love to do exactly that," Lighter shoots back, grinning again with that killer smile that makes Wise's stomach flip over itself in dizzy loops. "And I'm perfectly alright with it."

They fall into Wise's bed in a tangle of boots and jackets and limbs, kissing furiously. Wise isn't even sure he remembered to shut the door, but it's not like it'll really make a difference— the walls in this place are paper thin. Belle's gonna hear everything regardless and give him such shit for this later, but whatever. Maybe Eous will take care of it. He's discreet and no stranger to Wise's proclivities.

Lighter's mouth is all over his neck, mouthing hot, wet kisses against his skin that have Wise aching. It takes a minute to kick off all their shoes and rip their shirts off for the second time that day, and then Wise finally gets up to close the door before he turns and beholds Lighter in all his naked, lean-muscled, battle-scarred glory.

It gives Wise an indescribable high when he pushes Lighter down against his formerly-immaculate bed and pins his wrists above his head. There's still one last thing between them and he uses one hand to remove it, carefully setting the glasses on his nightstand. Lighter's vivid green eyes dilate as they adjust to the light, his pupils reflecting with crimson eyeshine — it's dim in here, for his comfort, but bright enough that Wise can easily see every little flicker of expression across his gorgeous face.

"Better?" Lighter asks, voice rasping like he was the one who got his throat fucked earlier. "Like you wanted?" His voice is light but his eyes tell a different story. There's something hungry, needy in his eyes that Wise can't help but respond to. He wants to soothe that ache. Wants to give Lighter whatever he needs.

"Perfect," Wise assures him. It doesn't take him long to slick Lighter up— with the good lube this time, the silicone stuff that lasts an age— and sink down on him with a hiss. He's warmed-up but so sensitive. Lighter inhales sharply, but he doesn't try to move his wrists where they're held haphazardly under one of Wise's hands, the other braced on his generous chest as Wise sinks down on him.

"Fuck," Lighter breathes out, closing his eyes for a moment before staring up at Wise. "Yeah. Use me however you want."

Wise hums in appreciation of the sentiment, rocking his hips. "You know, this might be the only physical activity I'm good at," he admits, rising up enough to feel the minute shake in his thighs before he sinks back down, burying Lighter in him to the hilt. "And you're just the right fit to make it easy."

Some guys with broader builds are hard for Wise to ride—he isn't the tallest guy, after all. But Lighter's body, for all its muscle, for all his gloriously generous ass, is still lean through the hips. Riding him feels like a dream, that thick cock splitting Wise open again with ease, the cum Lighter left inside him earlier slicking the way even further.

"You feel so damn good," Lighter says, chest shuddering when Wise clenches down with the next downward thrust. "Shit. So nice and loose for me, now. Feels incredible."

Wise adjusts his position so he can drag Lighter's wrists down to either side of his head, making it easier to reach them.

"Put your knees up," he instructs, and groans in approval when Lighter immediately complies. "That's good. That's the angle." He rocks back with enthusiasm on that perfect cock, and it's not long before they're both panting into the space between them. Wise feels sweat trickle down his neck, feels it slick between their bodies where they meet. Lighter submits to him eagerly, licking and sucking at anything he can reach when Wise leans down into range, and focusing on him with dedicated intensity as he meets each drop of Wise's hips with his own.

"Such a good boy for me," Wise says, and he means it. The blush that blooms over Lighter's face is such a damn turn-on. "You like it when I boss you around, don't you?"

Lighter gives a slightly edged laugh, breathy with faint dismay. "You caught me," he admits, closing his eyes and scrunching his brow in pleasure when Wise rewards him with another purposeful clench. "Hhh— m' kind of a sucker for it, honestly."

"You're so shy," Wise teases, leaning in close to ghost their lips together. "Kinda gives me cute aggression. I just want to ruin you when you act all bashful."

"You can," Lighter agrees, his eyes clenching tight. "Fuck, you can do whatever you want with me. Ahh— Wise."

Wise is riding in earnest now. He wants to make this gorgeous man fall apart.

"Think you like it when I praise you too," he ventures, and Lighter tucks his face to the side with a breathless whine. An uncomfortable laugh, but he doesn't look upset. Just called out. Wise wants to eat him alive.

"Maybe," Lighter admits, biting his lip as he tries to shake his deep turquoise hair from his face. "You've just got me pegged, huh?"

"Not yet," Wise teases. "But if you want me to top sometime, I wouldn't be mad. I like it like this the most, but it'd be worth it to see the faces you make."

"You really are a brat," Lighter growls, finally wresting his arms free from Wise' grip. He brushes it off like it's nothing— which makes it even hotter that he was just letting Wise pin him. Those broad hands grip Wise's hips with clear intent, and Wise only has a moment to prepare before Lighter's thrusting hard up into him, driving deep.

"How bout this," Lighter says between thrusts. "I fuck you real nice, and then you can tell me what a good boy I am."

"Sounds like a plan," Wise agrees with a swoon, hanging onto his scarred chest for balance as Lighter proceeds to rail all the thoughts from his head. Well—any thoughts not pertaining directly to the man fucking him so thoroughly. "A good man is hard to find, and a good boy is even harder."

Lighter laughs, a surprised one straight from his gut, and gives Wise the most eager, conspiratorial grin.

"Then I guess I'll just have to be both."

Yeah. This could work, Wise thinks, eyes rolling back as he rests his hand over the bulge of Lighter's cock beneath his navel. This could definitely work.

Maybe Lighter will want to stay for breakfast...

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