The Beast and the Grease Monkey

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I do not own any of the characters within. I am writing this without the knowledge and permission of the creator of the series and the manga. I did not write this for money and mean to make no profit from the writing of this fanfic.


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The bike roared to a stop before the shop. It was a familiar sound. As much familiar as the sound of heavy boots thudding into the shop itself as the presence of the huge biker pushing the bike into the shop. There was a loud call. He never cared that he was loud. It was just his way. “Oi! I got a fucking piece of shit bike for you, grease monkey!” He stopped his push and almost snarled at the others in the shop. He didn’t come here to see those bastards. He came here to see one man and one man only.

Yuuta wiped his hands as he straightened from over the engine in front of him. Nothing for it, the man would need a new radiator and fan belt. Yuuta didn't even want to know how his had gotten so broken, but there was no way to fix it. Sighing, he wiped his sweaty face with the rag, miraculously avoiding giving himself oil streaks from it. He was in the middle of stretching the kinks out of his back when he heard an all-too-familiar bellow. Chuckling under his breath, Yuuta moved around the car he'd been working on.
 
"Protocol, Sugar Daddy. That's 500 yen a word." He gestured at the swear jar, before coming to a stop in front of Baji and standing on his tiptoes. "And I want my hello kiss before we talk business."

Baji all but growled as Yuuta approached. His mechanic was really just too sexy in that little jump suit of his. And he smelled like sweat and engine oil. He liked that smell a lot. He wanted to reach out and tangle his hands into that short hair and nibble upon one of those pierced ears. But there was something he had to do. And that was why he was scowling. He hadn’t forgotten. Not really. He was hoping to maybe get a free pass for today, but it didn’t work that way. He muttered rather loudly under his breath. “Fuck…Fucking goddamned bastard swear jar. Gonna go mother fucking broke cause of it. I swear.” Still, he couldn’t deny that wiry package, perched on tiptoes before him. He gave a smirk. Over Yuuta shoulder to the scowling Brazilian that he hated. Scowling cause he had interrupted the boss at his work. “A hello kiss… I think I can fucking do that…” He leaned down to press his lips against Yuuta’s. His hand went from his pocket, shoving a bunch of crumpled bills into Yuuta’s jumpsuit, like he was some high class stripper. Againat those sweet lips, he muttered. “For your fucking jar.”

Yuuta reached up and grabbed Baji's head, not caring for the moment about the money or the jar. It was more of a running joke between them anyway. "Shut up and kiss me some more." Without waiting for an answer, and not caring that they were putting on a show for everyone in the garage, Yuuta pressed his lips against Baji's again. This one, while still sweet, had more heat and more tongue in it, and had Yuuta pressing himself up against that hard, powerful body he so often craved.
 
He broke away with a gasp and a grin, then dropped from his tiptoes. "Mmmm, now that's a hello kiss, Daddy," he purred, winking to show he was just pulling the other's chain. "Now, why don't we move into my office, and we'll talk shop? See what you need and want done to your crotch rocket."

Oh, he knew he didn’t have to pay the jar. He knew it was a joke, and he was sure that one day, he was going to grab that jar and throw it as hard as he could against the wall. If only to see what Yuuta did in reaction to that. But right now, the jar and the money he’d shoved into Yuuta’s pants were the furthest thing from his mind. Shoving other things into Yuuta’s pants seemed more pressing. Especially with that lean frame against him in such a way, head dragged down for a proper kiss. He couldn’t help but bite at those lips just slightly right before the other returned to his normal height.

“Yeah. Gotta do my baby right.” He wanted to pinch that pert ass and didn’t stop himself from it. “And don’t call it that. It’s not a fucking crotch rocket.” It was, but Baji still didn’t’ like anyone dissing his bike. Not even his lover and mechanic. The one who kept the damn thing running in the first place. “Office it is then. I’m sure your pets can take care of themselves while we fucking talk about my piece of shit.” Okay, only he was allowed to make fun of his bike. “Lead the way, grease monkey.”

Yuuta shivered at the growl in Baji's voice. Damn, but the other guy had no idea how animalistic and sexy he sounded when he was hot and bothered, did he? Just as well, really, or he'd use it against Yuuta mercilessly. No reason to be even more under Baji's lusty spell that he already was. Yuuta jumped a little when his butt was pinched, choking on an automatic protest that basically amounted to "Oi!" But Baji didn't look the least bit repentant, and in fact looked a little... hungry, so Yuuta really couldn't say anything more about it. He was lucky, he supposed, that his lover had kept the PDA to a minimum and hadn't tried stripping him then and there. He looked like he would soon, though, if they didn't take it somewhere semi-private.
 
Shaking his head in amused exasperation, Yuuta turned and walked toward his office, tossing a quick, "Keep an eye on the shop, Jackal," over his shoulder before opening the door. He walked in, pushing the door open for Baji to follow behind him while he opened his jumpsuit and pushed it down to waist level, revealing a wifebeater that had once been white, but had seen better days and was now so thin his nipple piercings could be seen through the material. He fiddled briefly with the piercings in the hollow of his throat, something so new he'd only recently gotten over the pain of them. Well, first things first. Business, then pleasure. "So, what's up with your machine, Daddy?"

Baji’s eyes locked on the new metal and his tongue washed over his lips. He didn’t do metal himself. He did tattoos. But he liked that metal. He liked taking that cold metal between his teeth and tugging at it. He wanted to do that and he was sure the other could feel the burning gaze he leveled. Not the killing one, because he’d never really given Yuuta his war look. Just his hungry ones. Not even when they argued. He purposely brushed past Yuuta as he went from the shop into the office. But not before turning with a smirk and giving the staff the finger. He quickly found the couch and flopped down, legs sprawling into a comfortable V. It was that or the chair. And that chair was damn uncomfortable.

He looked from Yuuta and glared at the ceiling as if curing god or something. “It’s slowing down or something. You know my normal riding. I ain’t the kind to go under fucking 90 if I can help it. But the revs are going up and the speed is going down and it ain’t because I’m big or nothing, cause you’ve fucking ridden bitch with me once, so you know how I drive.” Oh yes. He’d taken Yuuta on a ride once, and showed the other man a man who drove like life had no meaning at all. He rode like he had a death wish. So that’s what’s fucking wrong with her. My baby is slowing down on me, Yuuta.” His tone became soft, almost worried. He might bitch about it, but he did so love his wheels. Almost as much as he loved Yuuta.

Yuuta shivered as Baji brushed past him, absently slapping his butt for flipping off the other guys in the shop. Baji knew not to start shit in his shop. Yuuta still had a pressure hose, after all. But he was looking at Yuuta with that hungry gaze, the one that said Yuuta'd be on his back later, begging for it. The smaller boys shivered. Yeah, he liked that look, and he had no qualms about begging his Baji for it hard and fast. Still they had serious things to talk about first, so he shook off his own lust as much as possible. Even if talking about Baji's bike and the one time he'd ridden with Baji did bring back memories of that day... and what they'd done in an empty parking lot when he'd had all he could take and had begged his lover to be taken on the bike...
 
Shaking his head violently-- bad thoughts, bad!-- he clamped down on his hormones and focused on Baji's complaint. "Hm, sounds like it could be any number of things. But you were right on your journal, a basic tuneup could fix most of those, especially since it's been a while since the last one. Oil change, check all the fluid levels, change the filters and spark plugs, check the gaps..." he began rattling off everything that a basic would cover. "Of course, it could be an air intake problem. In that case, you'd have to replace the valve, possibly a few other things. Wonder how your fan and radiator are doing..." The last bit was mumbled almost to himself, recalling the engine he'd been dealing with before Baji came in. Granted, a car and truck were vastly different, but still...
Baji had leaned forward, weight resting on his knees as he listened to Yuuta talking about engines and stuff. He knew some stuff. He had tried to build his bike himself after all, and he thought he did an okay job, even with how much time it spent in Yuuta’s loving care. And he had to bite down on his lower lip not to make any sounds. Because damn if Yuuta talking shop wasn’t one of the hottest things ever. It was so damn sexy. Strange how he thought that, as it was a weird thing to be turned on by and all. But whatever. It was hot and sexy and damn Yuuta could talk engines forever for all the biker cared. He still found himself shifting a little on the couch to ignore the feeling in his jeans and to hear more of that talk.

“Could very well be. Fuck if I know what it is. I leave it in your hands. I know you’ll be good to her. You always are. You know just what to do to get her going again.” Yuuta also knew just how to get him going, or perhaps not. He hoped to god not, because he was so hungry as it was and he didn’t know what he would do if the other male continued doing that. He shifted again on the couch and locked his eyes on the other. “So, you’ll give her a look then. Make her fast again.” He leaned forward again, his voice a growl. “Maybe…make her even faster. Make her the fastest bitch ever run the streets, Yuuta.”

Yuuta shuddered, unable to contain his reaction to Baji's growl. He'd do it too, he knew he would. For Baji, he'd do whatever it took, legal or not, to make his bike the fastest one on the streets. Anything for his Big Daddy. Anything to make him happy. Baji'd never admit being happy, of course, but Yuuta had seen the softness in his eyes when Yuuta'd done something unnecessary but nice for him. It'd been there the day he'd come in, refusing to let Yuuta's anger deter him, and showed him the tattoo he'd had made just for Yuuta: a heart, over his own, with Yuuta's name in it. The memory still brought tears to his eyes if he lingered on it for too long.

Best not to, then, or Baji'd get upset at him for being a 'weepy woman' or something. Still, he always felt the need to show his appreciation for that gift whenever he thought about it. Oh, and he was thinking horrible, horrible things. He wasn't a whore, and Baji would kill anyone who implied he was, but... well, they never had christened the couch. Maybe Baji would be willing to? Yuuta sometimes felt like he asked for sex too often, though god knew his baby was willing enough to pound him or let him suck on that huge cock whenever he begged for it. Well, time to see how much he could push things. "So, let's talk about payment, yeah? Parts are cheap enough, but my... service is going to run you extra. How were you planning to pay?" He purred the last sentence, his eyes lidded and his smirk leaving no doubt about his intentions.

The biker knew Yuuta would work hard for him. He knew that all he had to do was ask. But he wasn’t always one to ask for things. He wasn’t’ like that. He was sure, if he asked, Yuuta would have been willing to make him a whole new bike, from the ground up. But he wouldn’t. Yuuta was a mechanic and his lover and not some tool for the best bike ever. Besides, he did like coming in off the streets with new things to bitch about and to listen to Yuuta talk shop. A new, better functioning bike meant less opportunity to hear that sexy talented mouth talking about engines and torque and whatever else.

He looked to the other man and leaned back against the couch again. His legs spread out again. He was sure that his jeans were obviously too tight at the moment. He smirked and for a moment, he was tempted to pull a cigarette out and light it. But at the moment, there was something he wanted just a little bit more than he wanted a smoke. And that something was sitting there with an all too thin shirt trying to make deals with one of the worst hard asses to ever ride the streets. He didn’t make deals. He forced people to see his way, or he road-hauled their asses. “Pay? Service fees? The cash I shoved down your pants ain’t enough for you. I got me a big wad that I can deposit…if you want to fucking take it from me.” He moved a little as if to offer the couch to Yuuta as well. “Get yes sexy ass over here, Yuuta-baby. And let your daddy show you how he’s going to pay you.”

Yuuta shuddered again as Baji leaned back. The larger man was most definitely happy to see him. Oh hell yeah, it was gonna happen right here in his office. He was too hot and hungry now to even think of moving it somewhere else, and the fact that Jackal and the others were in the garage still and could hear them only turned him on more. Let them hear, he thought with a sudden giddy breathlessness. Let them hear and know he was taking that huge, gorgeous cock up his ass. Let them know, and be jealous, that he had this incredible man for a lover. He shivered and peeled his suit the rest of the way off, kicking it aside and moving toward Baji in something like a prowl. The shirt, more proprietary than functional, came off as well when Yuuta reached behind his head and yanked it forward, peeling it off and tossing it in the rough direction of his chair. He kicked off his shoes and socks as well, leaving him only in jeans since they both knew he didn't wear underwear. He stopped just in front of Baji, waiting. Hungry he might be, but it was nice to keep the upper hand, at least for a little while. Oh, his lover'd take it back soon enough, but for now they were on an even keel. They moved at Yuuta's pace until the larger man's patience wore thin and he seized control. Usually by pinning Yuuta down and fucking him until he screamed. He wondered if Baji would notice how those thoughts plus the other man's growling had caused a definite reaction in him. Pretty hard not to, though, considering it was pretty much in his face at the moment. Still, he wouldn't give in just yet. Let Baji beg for it for once, he thought with a devious grin.

His eyes were dark again, just watching the other strip. That was nice. Too bad it had stopped, but he had enough flesh to play with at the moment. He could hear the others working just a door away and he smirked. He wondered if he could get Yuuta screaming loud enough in pleasure that it bright the jackasses in the next room running to help their boss. Probably thinking that he was beating the shit out of Yuuta. Not that he hit the other. Not in anger at least. He’d given the man a spanking before. It had been pretty sexy too. The way that ass had reddened under his palm. The way that naked cock had rocked against his lap with each blow. He’d been gentle though at the time, know that he was strong enough to truly hurt Yuuta if he really wanted. But as always, he was going to move at Yuuta’s pace. Because Yuuta was a tease and he was sexy and it was always worth it to hold the other man down and pound into that willing flesh.

“Baby…” His voice was a deep purr. “I said come here…” He pointed almost roughly at the spot next to him. “But yer still fucking all the way the hell over there.” Not that Yuuta was far. He could reach out and grab Yuuta and pull him into the couch with him. He could, but he didn’t, because in a way, it was kind of cute to let Yuuta think he had the upper hand.

Yuuta smiled at the growled words, knowing that Baji was controlling himself for now, but that Yuuta had a limited time before his patience was up and his lover resumed control of the situation. Still, he'd enjoy things while he could. "Oh yeah, Big Daddy? What if I don't wanna sit there? Hm?" He popped the button on his jeans, unzipping them slowly and languidly. The gap slowly widened, revealing his own already hardened flesh inch by inch. He slipped the jeans down, making his movements as slow and sensual as possible to keep Baji from becoming impatient with him. He knew his control was slipping, that he was admitting too much and tipping his hand to his lover, but he also knew that the payoff would make it well worth it. Even now, he was enjoying the impromptu striptease he was giving his lover, and the way he knew Baji's eyes would be on nothing but his body. Once the jeans slid all the way down his wiry legs and hit the floor, he stepped out of them and moved in, finally closing the distance between them. "What if I got a better spot in mind, Big Daddy?" He leaned over and placed his hands on the back of the couch before kneeling on either side of Baji's hips. Once in position, he lowered himself onto his lover's lap with a grin more fit for a Cheshire cat than a man. "What if I wanna be here instead? What then? Ya gonna punish me? Gonna spank me like you did that other time? Or maybe..." Here he moved one hand to trace Baji's lips with a fingertip. "Maybe you'll give me what we both want?"

Had he been given the change, Baji might have grabbed Yuuta by the belt loop and pulled the other to him harshly. Probably would have even ripped those pants right off the other man. But that wouldn’t’ do because then Yuuta wouldn’t be able to go to work after this. Not that he intended to let Yuuta work. Not when he was through. When he was through, Yuuta wasn’t going to be able to walk, let alone play with wrenches and the like. And god, Yuuta knew just how to play him. His mouth all but watered at the slight of those pants dropping. At the way his lover stepped out of those pants. The way he came close now. Not sitting where he pointed. Not at all, but he just couldn’t complain. Not when that firm naked ass was right there against his still clothed pants. His hands went down that deceptively strong back and he squeezed those round cheeks a little roughly, knowing there would be little bruise prints. And that new piercing was just right there, temping him. Asking him to taste it.

“I might.” He growled, lightly biting the tip of the finger that had been pressed against his lips. “Because dirty little boys like you need to be punished by their daddy.” It was so easy now to talk dirty with Yuuta. It was something just for them. He didn’t mind being Yuuta’s “daddy” at all. “I might give you what you want too. What was it again? Fucking payment?” He moved a little to lightly nip at that new piece of metal. Maybe I’m a cheap bastard an I don’t wanna fucking blow my wad on you…” There was a pause and then a snarl and he hauled that ass, and thus Yuuta closer to him, “Maybe I’m going to blow it IN you instead.” Because right now, eh was so turned on that he didn’t care that they were on a couch and that Yuuta might be on top, but that was fine. Perhaps, it might be just as fun to have Yuuta bouncing on his cock, bringing himself to pleasure. “Unzip me, Yuuta.”

Yuuta gasped as his ass was squeezed by knowing hands, louder as his new piercing was bitten and tugged in just the right way, and then even louder as he was hauled close to that hard body he so loved the feel of. God, this man could drive him absolutely crazy with the simplest things. Just Baji walking in the room could do it, so it was really no wonder that being touched in these ways was making him positively dizzy with hunger. Added to it was the thrill of the illicit. Oh, they'd had sex in here before, but always while the shop was closed. It was midday now, and the sounds coming through the wall indicated that there was a full crew plus Jackal's timid little lover just outside. All of them just beyond that wall, well able to hear him should he moan or scream loud enough... Yuuta felt his cock twitch at the thought. Oh god, he wanted that.

And then Baji ordered him to unzip the larger man, and Yuuta felt himself harden so fast it was painful. He actually grunted and would have fallen forward if Baji hadn't been holding onto him so tightly. "O-okay, daddy. Mmmmm! Anything for you." He pushed away from those strong arms, his own shaky from hunger, and sat back. He reached for Baji's pants, his fingers fumbling a tiny bit at the button before managing to get it undone and working the zipper down to find... Baji was already hard. He knew his moan had to have been heard by everyone in the shop, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He reached in and tugged the big, beautiful cock free, mouth watering at the sight of it. He'd never become fully accustomed to the sight of his lover naked and hard, so it always sort of blew him away when he took a look at that huge erection.

He loved that sound. It was the sexiest sound in the world. It was hotter than the sound of his engine revving. The sound got him harder than he had been before and he really did need his zipper undone and he wasn’t’ about to do it himself when he had Yuuta there to do it for him. After all, eh did so love the look on the other’s face when ever he let Yuuta get a look at it. He could tell the other wanted something bad and he couldn’t’ help but move up to bite at a pierced ear and growl dark, dirty words. “Ya want them to know, don’t ya. Ya want them to know what a slut ya are for my big hard cock. We could’ve left the door open, baby. If ya really wanted. Let them see ya being fucked hard by yer daddy.”

He scowled a little when his arms were pushed away. He didn’t like that. He liked having his hands on that wiry body. He liked squeezing that firm ass and touching all over. And sometimes, he liked leaving fingertip indentions, because they made up for the claw marks that Yuuta sometimes left down his back, to accompany his tattoo. He watched those shaking hands with amusement. “So shy, ain’t ya baby? My shy little bitch, can’t even get my pants undone fast enough.” But he didn’t bother to get out of his pants. Let Yuuta be naked. He thought seriously about doing the other just like this. With only his cock out. Let Yuuta feel the hard scrape of a open zipper and the roughness of jeans. Once more, he grabbed at that ass and his mouth moved to bite at that new piercing. “When the fuck did you get this, baby? Didn’t see this one before.” Not that he was making small talk. Right now was time for sex. Later, he could afford some sweet pillow talk. Or in this case, sweet couch talk.

Yuuta panted, unable to conceal his hunger. "Mmm, yeah. Want them to know. I love your cock, want everyone to know it makes me feel so good! " He leaned forward to whisper his own words. "Not the only thing I love, too. I love that everyone knows you're mine, and I'm yours. They can't have you or your dick, ever." He nipped at the lobe temptingly in reach. "Keep the door closed. They're not allowed to see you like this. Only me, Big Daddy." That huge cock that was red and thick and mouth-watering was for his eyes only. He reached down to stroke it with one hand, revelling in the weight and feel of it.

And wasn't it such a damn turn-on that 'Hiro still had his jeans on. There was something about that, about him being dressed yet with his cock out that drove Yuuta absolutely nuts. He was on the verge of losing it, especially when his lover grabbed his ass again, unconsciously(?) spreading his cheeks and exposing him even more. Heat frissoned up his spine, and he had to take a deep breath when the larger man pulled on his piercing again. "Got it-- nnnn-- couple of weeks ago. Been hiding it until it healed by using a clear stud. Wanted to surprise you with it. Surprise?" He wiggled in Hiro's lap, wanting something more than what they were doing. "Daddy, you're driving me crazy! Come on!"

He knew that he’d have to be careful. Cause he doubted that there would be lube anywhere close by and he wasn’t getting up and getting some from the desk. Least he had condoms. Though he wondered if one day, Yuuta would allow him to go bareback. To fuck him without a love sleeve in the way. But safety was first, after all, Yuuta loved piercing parlors had Kabaji had his tattoos. He was clean and he knew Yuuta was too, but those were the rules, Just like paying the damn curse jar. And he smirked and laughed a little. His voice dark and growling a little. “Keepig it fucking closed baby. Don’t worry. I ain’t sharing this with no one.” He squeezed that ass and ground into Yuuta in a hungry manner. He wasn’t sharing because he wanted that ass, and he wasn’t giving it to no one else.

He continued to shamelessly play around with the metal in Yuuta’s body. He licked it softly, Hungrily. “My baby hiding shit from me. It looks good baby. You know that. You always look so fucking good. Makes me want you bad.” He moaned darkly and his teeth made a mark on flesh that would not go away soon when that wrench roughened hand wrapped around his hardness. He pulled that ass closer, until Yuuta’s hand on his dick was pinned between their bodies. “I got me a condom in my pocket, baby. Take it out and put it on me. Cause I’m gonna fuck here right here and now, Yuuta. And I know ya like me to wear a fucking raincoat.” He lightly had moved his hands and stroked past the division of cheeks and started to lightly play at the edge of Yuuta’s opening.

Yuuta gasped again as Hiro stroked his opening, setting the nerves around it on fire. He felt his entire body flush with need at the gesture. Gods above, it took so little for him to want and need his lover! He pushed back against that finger, forcing it to just barely penetrate him, Yes, yes! That was what he needed so badly right now. He moaned shamelessly, hoping to entice his lover into letting go of his patience and his teasing. The order for him to put a condom on his lover made him jump, though not in the way Hiro would have been expecting. Instead he stretched backwards, bowing up his back until he could reach his jeans and rummage around inside. When he straightened back up, he held a little tube aloft with a grin.

"No condom, Daddy. I trust you, and I know we're both clean. This time I wanna feel you come deep inside of me. Make me yours, lover, I wanna feel you blow your load inside of my hold." He leaned forward, grin turning positively evil in a way that promised Hiro would love this, and he popped open the tube. Once he had a good amount on his fingers, he began stroking the larger man's cock again, moaning in pleasure at the way it felt in his hand. He had to get Hiro nice and lubed up, or it would hurt when he slid down that huge dick.

It was so delicious. It was the hottest thing ever when Yuuta pressed against his fingers like that. Normally, he was all about going at it. He was all about grabbing Yuuta and screwing him senseless. But Yuuta teased him so much without even knowing, and sometimes, the biker loved to tease back. Because there was nothing as hot as his lover begging for it like a bitch in heat. He loved to bring Yuuta to that point. Loved seeing the other lose himself. He moaned though when the other moved back like that. Yuuta was so flexible. Baji wondered if he could tie him up in a position like that and do him that way. His moan turned into another dark laugh. Leave it to Yuuta to have lube handy.

“Always ready for it, ain’t ya.” He started to move his finger around. He knew he had to be a bit more careful because his fingers were covered for with the substance that the other was lavishing upon his cock. With each touch, he thrust a little into that hand, unable to hold himself back. He twisted his finger a little and panted at the way the other could talk just as dirty. As him. He searched for that sexy fowl little mouth and kisses is hard. “No condom baby. Just you and me. I wanna fucking feel you around me without latex.” He lightly licked at the piercing at Yuuta’s lip, his other hand going to tug at a nipple ring even as he started to attempt getting another finger inside. “Let me know baby, Tell me if I hurt you.” Because Munehiro never ever wanted to really hurt Yuuta. He’s kill a bastard in cold blood if he had to, but he didn’t want to make his lover bleed more than was necessary.

Yuuta kissed back just as hard, enjoying the way Hiro lavished attention on his piercings. The other might not go for them in his own body, but he sure as hell loved them in Yuuta's, just like Yuuta loved the ink Hiro had all over his. He moaned again at the tug on his nipple ring, a weak point that his lover never failed to exploit when they were horny. Yuuta couldn't even find it in him to curse the older man for knowing that such play went straight to his own cock, making him leak precum. Soon he'd be begging for it, lifting his ass and screaming for Hiro to do it, please, hurry! He'd well and truly lost the upper hand by then, and he knew it. Knew, but couldn't find it in him to care as he groaned loudly and bucked against those fingers doing the most delicious things to him. His own hand faltered, then stopped, unable to continue under the waves of pleasure swamping him.

"Nnn, can't hurt me Daddy. You know that. Now come on, gimme more~!" he practically wailed, trying his best to ride those thick fingers inside him. And it would only get better once he was ready, though he knew his lover would make damn sure he really was ready and not just impatient. He'd pushed Hiro once to go too soon, and he'd bled from it. After that, Hiro'd laid down an iron law: three fingers, no less, and Hiro would be the one to decide when it was time. So he bucked and cursed and rose those wonderful digits penetrating him every time, but it never went further until the larger man said so. It was yet another way Hiro showed his feelings for Yuuta, and who needed something as trite as words when he had such irrefutable proof? Still, he thought he might just go mad if the other didn't do more soon. "Please, oh please! I'll do anything, just do it!"

He knew that Yuuta could take a lot of pain, the thing was that he didn’t want to do that to the other. After that one time, he had been a little more careful. Because he did love Yuuta and he knew if Yuuta ripped and tore, then they wouldn’t get to do this for a while. Not until the other was healed up again. And Baji didn’t know yet if he was ready to give to Yuuta what he had given to someone from his long distant past. And it was hard to hold himself back when Yuuta was there, moving against his fingers as if it was the thing he loved the most. Only Baji knew that Yuuta liked something else more. Something that was all but hurting with the strain of not taking Yuuta like he wanted to. He lightly started to add a third, hoping that Yuuta really could take it. Because he was more than ready to just pick the man up and push him down onto his hardness.

“I know you will, baby. I know you will. Just be a little more patient Yuuta. And I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you nice and hard.” He thrust into that hand again, each time growling a little. “God baby. You’re hand feels real nice. You give a fucking hell of a hand job. But don’t worry, baby. I ain’t gonna pop off before I’m in you.” But he was still hurrying with his preperation, because ethere was only so long that he could hold back when Yuuta was begging him like that.

Yuuta cried out as a third finger was added. That was more like it! It still wasn't exactly what he wanted; nothing could really compare to the huge cock his hand was currently wrapped around. But it was a sharp ache of pleasure that made his toes curl to feel those thick, rough fingers working his greedy hole. He shivered, murmuring nonsensical words of encouragement, his mind half-gone from the sensations. Damned if his lover didn't know just how to finger him to make him want to orgasm on the spot. But then, he'd had plenty of practice, including several surprise fingerfucks in dark corners of public places. But now Hiro was going slow, trying not to make him lose control prematurely, so he was feeling just a tad frustrated too. Damn, he needed to start doing something to make the prep go faster in the futu--

"Ah!!" he choked on the scream as Hiro's fingers changed angle and grazed that sweet spot inside him. With a sob at the overwhelming sensation, his head fell forward and his teeth latched onto the tendon standing out on his lover's powerful neck. He bit hard enough to leave a mark, his way of thanking the larger man when he combined it with a squeeze and a rough stroke to the dick he was holding. "Shit, Hiro, tell me I'm ready. God, I'm gonna come soon if you don't!" Okay, so he'd gone from begging for it to admitting he couldn't even last more than a few minutes. He should have felt emasculated, but all he really felt was unbelievably horny. And he couldn't bring himself to care about how it sounded at the moment because it was the plain, bald truth. If Hiro didn't fuck him soon, and hard, he was going to pop. He was almost at his limit.

He had been looking for that. That little place inside that brought those beautiful cries to those lips. He felt teeth sink into a juncture between shoulder and neck. He was sure that soon enough, he’d have scratch marks to accompany it. While he might press his claim into Yuuta with his fingers and with his cock, Yuuta showed his own claim though those small marks. It made him think about the last time he had done this. Just grabbed Yuuta and brought him off with just fingers. Yuuta was so hot. So sexually changed and responsive. “You feel nice and fucking tight around my fingers. Could fucking do this all damn day to you.” Only if he did, he knew his dick would probably fall off from a very terrible case of blue balls. Because he had better things to stick inside Yuuta.

He attacked that spot a few more times before withdrawing his fingers rather abruptly and purring at the feel of a still semi-tight passage gripping his fingers tight, as if refusing to let them go. “You’re such a greedy little slut, ain’t ya. Can’t wait to get my cock, but don’t wanna let go of my damn fingers…” He shifted and his muscles bulged slightly as he suddenly placed his hands about Yuuta’s hips and lifted. Placing the mechanic so that his opening was right over Yuuta’s hand and his waiting cock. “Guide me home, baby.” He started to try and push Yuuta down upon him, already growling in lust, awaiting the wonderful feeling of having Yuuta so tight about him.

Yuuta whined incoherently at the loss of those incredible fingers, feeling himself react to the withdrawal before he could stop it. Hiro called him on it, but he had no more room or thought left to be self-conscious or to rise to the teasing. He knew his lover wasn't serious about just using his fingers, not when that thick cock of his was so hard and hot in his hand. Oh no, they had other things to do today. Yuuta shivered, moaning for the millionth time as the larger man simply picked him up like he weighed nothing. He loved that powerful body, those hard-earned muscles that could perform such feats easily. He shuddered at the order, hungry all over again as he felt the blunt tip of Hiro's cock pressing against his entrance. Unable to wait any longer, he eagerly complied.

It was always a little difficult at first, but he was relaxed and well-stretched so that once the head had slipped past the tight ring of muscle, he allowed Hiro's arms and gravity to do the rest. He groaned loudly as he was slowly filled by that massive cock. God, nothing in the world could ever compare to this feeling, he thought as he panted and moaned in ecstasy. Every time felt like the first time, like if he didn't go slow Yuuta'd tear like a virgin. He revelled in it, in the knowledge that he probably couldn't be filled any more without being hurt. But he didn't need more. No, he just needed his Hiro, with his huge cock and rough mouth and heart tattoo.

Finally, after what seemed like a small eternity, he felt himself come to rest on his lover's lap. He shivered and panted, unable to speak, at the feeling of having that massive hardness fully inside of him. He swallowed, trying to accustom himself again to that familiar sensation.

He groaned rather loudly. He couldn’t help it. It just felt too good. Yuuta was just so tight around him. He’d done others before Yuuta, but when he though about it, nothing compared to this tightness. There was something else a little different. There was definitely a different feel to flesh on flesh. Without a condom to cut off some of the sensation, he was sure Yuuta could feel ever single pulse of his cock as the other was lowered upon him. That channel gripped his so tightly, as if it wasn’t about to let go now that they had come together.. His fingers gripped tight against those slim hips. Holding Yuuta still. Holding himself still., letting his breath rush out in heated pants.

Baji rested for a moment, his forehead resting for a moment against Yuuta’s. “God baby…mmmm. You feel so good. So fucking good.” Baji might never say the ‘l’ word, but he let Yuuta know in other ways. That he loved this and that he loved doing this with Yuuta. And though he was aware that Yuuta was still trying to adjust, the biker couldn’t hold himself back. It felt too good and he needed to move. He needed Yuuta to move and he had a feeling Yuuta needed the same thing. He started to lift up again, letting his arms bring the other man up before letting him drop again. Soon, he hoped that his lover would find a way to move all on his own. Because he was sure nothing in the world was sexier than the sight of his Yuuta bouncing on his cock like a wonton whore.

Yuuta cried out again as he was lifted and dropped on Hiro's cock. Oh gods above! It'd felt good inside of him, but the movement! Without the condom creating a barrier between them, it was a completely different feel than before, and Yuuta knew he could not go back now. Flesh on flesh had a way of sizzling his nerves and making his breath catch in the sweetest way. Then Hiro stopped and seemed to be waiting for him. Oh, right, Yuuta was on top now, he had to do the work. He braced his knees on the couch and leaned forward, mouth conveniently close to his lover's as he grabbed the back of the couch for support.

When he was in a good position, he pressed a hot, wet kiss to the larger man's mouth. It was full of wildness and tongue and it told his lover better than any words to prepare himself because Yuuta was about to move. And move he did. He lifted himself up until just the head of Hiro's huge cock was inside of him, before using gravity and musclepower to slam himself back down. He faltered the first few times, shaking and panting so much at the feel that he temporarily lost his senses, but then he began to adjust, and the bouncing action became steadier. The moaning did too, as he felt himself being emptied and filled rhythmically.

He had been right. More than right. It was a damn hot position to be in. Yuuta’s mouth moved close and lips pressed against his. He took that mouth with unrestrained hunger. He took it over, shoving his mouth against Yuuta’s, sucking that tongue and feeling the bar going through the wet muscle. The warmth of Yuuta’s flesh about him brought shudders and groans from the larger male. His hands kneaded those firm ass cheeks as the other started to finally move all on his own. That was better. So much better. It was better even though there were tomes when the other man had to stop because the sensations were just too much, too fast.

His own body followed, moving as Yuuta did. He thrust up when the other pushed down, finding a counter rhythm to each bounce. He forced his lips away from Yuuta because he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear that voice filled with pleasure and lust and need and love. God but he loved his mechanic. And it was not at all humiliating to growl out Yuuta’s name in a gasping curse. One hand moved from that ass to grip Yuuta’s cock. It was a bit uncomfortable with how close their bodies were, but he wasn’t just going to fuck the hell out of his lover without pumping his neglected dick. “Should have done this here sooner, Yuuta. Fucking feels great.”

Yuuta thrust slightly off-rhythm when Hiro grabbed his ass and massaged. It was enticing and calming all at once, and he shivered again at the way his lover knew just how to play his body to make sparks of pleasure dance up and down his skin. This, this was incredible, and why hadn't they ever done it in this position before? That kind of oversight wouldn't happen again, he though before even that was wiped from his mind by Hiro's own thrusts. He yelled, riding that wonderful length almost viciously. Vaguely, he thought he heard Akaya's concerned voice coming through the door, quickly hushed, but he couldn't be sure. He was panting and moaning so much, but even that had a hard time competing with the thundering of blood in his ears.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the larger man reached between them to grab his own erection. Instead he screamed. The feeling of that large hand wrapped around him and stroking, and it was too much too much too much! Then the scream lodged in his throat as the coils that had been tightening in his belly abruptly snapped and he came so hard he couldn't breathe. He felt himself spilling over both their stomach's and his lover's hand as his body rebelled violently. His vision was completely white and he wondered in some distant corner of his mind if he was going to pass out from the intensity of it. The waves crashed over him again and again, with no diminishing in sight.

He knew that it wouldn’t last long. Sometimes, he could get it to last hours on end. There were nights, when he went of the stairs at the back of the building and crawled into Yuuta’s bed. Those nights, he could get it to last from the time he got in there until the time the morning was about to break. That was more love making than this. This was just sex. Raw, hungry, needy. He didn’t even care that he thought he heard something upon the outside of the door. They were being rather loud and he supposed that a least someone had become alarmed. But it was stopped long before he could tell who it was or what they were saying. He didn’t care anyway, because right now, Baji only cared about Yuuta. Yuuta and the way the other felt when he reached orgasm and that tight passage clamped down painfully tight about him.

He came only seconds later, nearly snarling Yuuta’s name, hips thrust deeply, feeling his lover’s insides accepting his sudden spurting. Baji completely lost himself to the feeling and continued to lightly pump the other’s spurting cock, reveling in how hot and dirty and perfect it felt to have the other spill over his hand like that, know that there was probably going to be a strange white stain on the front of his clothing because of it and not giving a damn at all. When he finally came down off his own orgasm, Kabaji found himself softly muttering, his clean hand lightly stroking over Yuuta’s face. “Yuuta…” He trailed off, as it was always strangely difficult to tell the other of his true feelings. He was better with showing. “That was fucking great, baby.”

Yuuta collapsed once his body was finally free of that mind-shattering orgasm. He fell against Hiro, unable to keep himself up any longer. He was shaking and weak as a newborn kitten, and he felt like any little thing could possibly set off a bout of tears. Not surprising, really. Regardless of how slow or fast they went, in the end it was still him and his Hiro, and there was something about being in the man's arms afterward, knowing he didn't have a problem holding Yuuta, that he wanted to stick around because it was more than sex to him. Long before the larger man had proclaimed to the world with his skin that his heart belonged to Yuuta, the smaller man had known. Oh, he'd doubted once, but now he knew better and would never doubt again. Hiro was his, heart, body, and soul.

So when Hiro's first words afterwards were a reverent breathing of his name and a compliment about how good it had been, Yuuta didn't get upset. That was Hiro's way. He wasn't the type to spout poetry or wax eloquent on his feelings. If he had, Yuuta would probably fall over laughing at him. No, Hiro was one you had to read between the lines to understand, and the mechanic felt like he had a pretty decent grasp on Bajise. So he snuggled against the larger chest, and smiled, and mumbled, "Love you too, Hiro." Yuuta didn't mind being the only one to say the words out loud. They each had their way of acknowledging the long-term nature of their relationship, and he accepted that. He yawned, getting sleepy. Well, it had been a long day, but he still had work to do. To shower and be responsible again, or skip out on work and snuggle? Hmmm...

He could still feel those tired walls gripping him. He knew that he’d have to pull out soon, but didn’t want to lose that intimate connection. Still. Baji shifted the dead weight upon him in order to pull out, feeling the liquid trail that came from him pulling his cock out of that now abused hole. His own seed was leaking out of Yuuta and staining his pants more. He didn’t care because that was proof. That leak was proof that he’d left another mark on his lover. A lasting one. Still, he knew Yuuta. He knew his lover’s needs. And though there were both strong and both men and both forced to be hard to get by in their respective worlds, like this, he could allow a small tiny softness that came from holding Yuuta close to him, feeling the other’s breath panting against the cloth of his shirt. He let Yuuta snuggle while he took the most enjoyable task of licking his hand clean of Yuuta’s climax, so that he had a clean hand with which to lightly stroke that short hair and carefully caress over that little scar at the other man’s temple.

“Yuuta baby?” He muttered, voice pitched low. “It’s okay to let those fuckers run it by themselves for a bit. They ain’t brilliant at that shit like you, but I don’t think even the Brazilian fucktard can blow up your shop if you stayed right here for a bit.” But really, it was up to Yuuta. If the mechanic wanted to go back to work, Baji would just stuff his spent dick back into his pants, light himself a cigarette and maybe head up the stairs to crash in the bed he was really starting to consider his own, seeing as how much time he spent there.

Yuuta grunted slightly as Hiro pulled out, smiling at the feel of that fluid spilling out of him and trailing down the inside of his thigh. There was something unbelievably intimate about that, about knowing that his lover had come inside him and not in a condom. As though Hiro had left him marked with a stamp of ownership, and damn if that didn't make him feel loved all over again. For all his lover's harsh nature and rough language, he really was devoted to the mechanic, and Yuuta knew that. He might not be one for overt displays, but what he did was more than enough for Yuuta.

The smaller man hummed in agreement at Hiro's statement, now too sleepy and sated to worry even if his shop did blow up. He felt perfectly comfortable wrapped in his lover's arms and was quite willing to stay here for a while as long as the larger man was. "Whadd'you w'nna d'?" he mumbled. If Hiro wanted him to move and stop being a dead weight, he would. But if Hiro wanted to stay like this for a while longer... well, Yuuta wouldn't be the one to say no.

Baji shifted a little and did his best to tuck himself back into his pants while doing the shifting. But he didn’t make any moves to get Yuuta off his lap. He just make sure he wasn’t handing out anymore. He was still unzipped, but that was fine/ After all, here he was, with h\just his fly undone and Yuuta was totally bare. He pulled the mechanic to him again and just held him there against his chest. “Then yer staying fucking here. You’re mine right now and I ain’t gonna let no dumbass that wants his car tricked out seeing my Yuuta all glowing and sexed up.” That and he didn’t mind the snuggling one bit. “Sides, you ain’t heavy at all. So your fine ass is staying right here.”

He nuzzled Yuuta for a moment before leaning to whisper. “The new one is fucking hot, baby. I like it a lot. And tonight, after ya close up shop, I got a new one to show you too. It’s just started. Just in black outline. The fukers going start coloring in the next week er so..” His own pillow talk was a bit lazy as well, proving that he was just as sated and happy at events as his lover.