Automated Lust

(This was based on something one of my friends said while we were watching a movie with a very nice car in it. It was an interesting comment to make of a car, and as I contemplated the very literal meaning of it, this happened. Don't ask me why I chose Mori, because I'm really not sure... ^_^')

Quote discussed above: "If I could just touch it, I'd probably get an erection. If I could drive it, I'd come." - my friend.


Morinozuka Takashi was a simple man. He did not require the simple grace of vases or furniture, but it did not mean that he could not appreciate them. The servant-by blood could exist in harmony with simple gi and hakama, in an old-style dojo with no running water, and in fact had done so while training in kendo over the summer. Mori was a man of the spear and the forest, and loved the simplicity of being able to just live. Despite this rare trait, particularly for a rich man, Mori could indulge in the smooth lines and elegant shapes of expensive décor and other items. One in particular had always appealed to him.

He saw the shape immediately, and recognized it with a flaring hope. His youthful counterpart scampered to the side of it, tugging at the large red bow with tiny but skilled fingers. Mori assisted Hani with the wide ribbon, and let it flutter to his feet. A canvas covering still separated him from the prize, a birthday gift from his cousin. Hani had unfastened the canvas as Mori stood with suppressed excitement, though his eyes widened a fraction and his jaw slackened when the coarse fabric fell.

The car was gorgeous, a thing of dreams, with sleek chrome finish and curves more appealing than a porn star’s. Mori stepped forward on lean, somewhat shaky legs, his eyes greedily absorbing the beautiful form. His. It was his. Somehow, it didn’t seem possible, but here it was, and as Hani placed a set of keys in his large palm, he felt the tremors of something akin to desire in his flesh. His eyes seemed huge in their sockets, as though the car was too much to look at all at once, but he couldn’t tear away, even as his throat welled with excitement. Hani let him be, and left the garage with a spring in his step, knowing how he had pleased his cousin.

Mori was within a foot of the driver’s side door, his hand hovering over the cool, mirrored surface. His awed expression stared back, hazy in the dark chrome. It was power, raw speed, handsomeness, sex, everything a man craves, and Mori felt the electricity crackle beneath its silver sheen. His fingertips touched the cool metal as a breathy moan escaped him. A passion sparked his skin, as though the dormant power under the hood was humming through the entire vehicle. Slowly, his palm met the gleaming surface, feeling its subtle curves and aerodynamic shape. His prints left small marks on the steel skin, marking it, marring it as his own. Slowly, Mori circled the car, cupping the taillights and stroking the hood, until he was back by the driver’s door. The handle was cool in his fingers, and slipped upwards gently before the door followed. Inside, he saw paradise.

Black leather greeted him, sleek and cool and creased gently, stretched taut over the smart seats. The wheel was far ahead of the driver’s seat, ample space for his long legs, and sported leather sheaths at 2 and 10. He put a foot on the shallow carpet, shifting his body into the reclined seat. His hand grasped the inner door handle and pulled it shut, sealing him in the crisp scent of new leather.

It was electric, and as his hands smoothed over the leather armrests like a lover’s flesh, his passion ignited. A second breathy groan escaped him at the sheer feel of it. His hand, shaky with desire, slid the key roughly into the ignition, turning it cleanly. The car sprang to life around him, purring with energy. The ridge in his slacks became a bit firmer.

His foot found the gas pedal and a hand found the stick shift, which he put into park. The car growled for him, like a lover in his ear, and the other hand loosed the buttons on his pants. Eyes shut, head back against the smooth leather, he freed himself. His sunbrown fingers teased gently, sliding the velvet flesh over the unyielding core. He pushed it back, tipping his head down to watch with lustful curiosity as it covered the head again. The feeling was light, almost ticklish, but delicious. His second hand cupped the swelling flesh below his member, rolling the rounded heat in his palm. The hand around his length began squeezing gently, then harder, until he loosed a gasp. Beneath his heated body, the leather had warmed with it.

He thought of the eroticism of his situation, the intimacy of leather and the thrumming around him and soared a bit higher. His eyes had shut again, his hand gasping and stroking quicker. The brisk whisk of skin on skin was lost under the silent roar of his new treasure, until his hips lifted from the seat in preparation.

What felt like an explosion became a few ounces of essence on his hips and the seat leather, which he quickly wiped up with the handkerchief from his pocket. He spared a moment or two to sit contentedly against the warm leather, eyes closed, enjoying the comforting purr of the engine before turning the key. Silence. He tucked his softened length away carefully before exiting the vehicle, and locking it behind him. The sound of his retreating footfalls echoed widely in the garage before Mori paused to look back. His wanton eyes were on the car as he flicked off the light.

“Goodnight.”