Reckless and free, seductive and wild. Just you and the open road, infinity stretched before you as wind whips along your body, wrapping you in cool seduction. Just you and the promise of freedom in every mile, racing on asphalt with nothing between you and the ground except your own skill and a bit of metal between your thighs. Feel the vibrations racing up your spine, the purr of the engine throbbing between your legs, watch the blur of scenery as you speed past, knowing that the lure of the highway will always be a siren's call in your blood. Harry loved motorcycle riding. But he loved Orlando's touch more. "You know, I could just do this all day," Orlando remarked, kneading the muscle and bone of Harry's shoulders. Harry let his head fall forward, sighed under the expert, loving touch. "I'd let you." "'Course, if I did that, I wouldn't be able to explore other areas." Fingers now sculpting Harry's chest, lips soft on his neck. "You being contrary on purpose?" Harry asked, tilting his head, rubbing against Orlando's erection. Orlando pulled his hips away slightly. "This is for you." "So do it." Gentle rumble when teeth closed around the bottom of his earlobe. "You are so perfect -- so fucking perfect like this," Orlando breathed, hands damp with saltwater, rough with passion as they raced over Harry's stomach in slow movements. Harry bowed back into Orlando's body, molded his back to Orlando's chest. Shifted, twisted, needed Orlando's hands to move, needed them everywhere. Wanted to clone Orlando, clone his hands; have them on every part of his aching flesh. "You're the perfect one." Orlando gently bit his ear, growled. "Now who's being argumentative?" "Love it when you get all dominating." Loved the hands delving under the water lapping at their waists, loved the sun caressing his skin, loved the hot breath on his neck. Wanted more, wanted to sink back into Orlando, into heat. Orlando smiled along the slope of his shoulder, teeth closing around the skin. "Hush, and let me do this." It was Orlando's touch, all inquisitive hands and accompanying kisses, the salty spray of the ocean making fingers slick as they eased under Harry's swimming trunks, parted through the wet hairs of his groin, further down, yes God yes rightthere. It was Orlando's hands, sleek and rough, rubbing the head of his cock in tiny circles -- teasing, light, ephemeral, knowing just how to make him sweat, make him beg. Knew just how to make the sun, the water, the world disappear until there was nothing except Orlando behind him, lips soft on his shoulder, fingers tracing over his cock. "Tease," Harry gasped, placing his hand over Orlando's, desperate for friction, for more, head falling back on Orlando's shoulder. Orlando turned Harry's head, the soft kiss making them both moan. "Part of the package, love." "Want all of it," Harry exhaled, parting his lips, threading his fingers with Orlando's. Orlando deepened the kiss, tongue slipping, sliding, tangling as he sped up, closed nimble fingers around Harry's cock in a firm grip, moved fast, hard, the way Harry liked best. Encompassing and intense. Just Orlando's wet thighs molded to his, smooth chest rubbing over his back, mouth slanting over his. Just Orlando's fingers moving with blinding fast speed, promising fulfillment, sending him hurling out across the horizon, Orlando his only anchor, yes, fucking hell, come on, Orlando, need, yes... "Oh God..." Harry slumped back, sagged in Orlando's arms, pliant, sated. "Perfect," Orlando stated, smiling. "We'll argue in a minute." Just as soon as Harry got his breath back. "Nothing to argue about." The next second, Orlando hooked his foot around Harry's legs, sent them both splashing in the water, locking his arms around Harry's neck as they bobbed to the surface. "Again," Orlando said, hand sliding back under Harry's waistband, shaking saltwater out of his eyes. Harry could only grab onto Orlando, sinking deep under the pull of the tide, but not giving a damn as nimble fingers closed over him once more. The seduction of the highway had nothing on Orlando's touch.
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