[ don't think he didn't catch that uncharacteristic change of tone, madara. Izumi will remember that.
he steps out, stares at the place they're supposed to do business in, and tilts his head. ]
Huh, I thought you're going to get use more expensive rides. You should flaunt your newfound wealth as a Dominant more, Mikejima. [ then he adds under his breath: ] You should save it more for your future Sub, though.
[WHAT... SUDDENLY HE CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING??? WHAT'S WHAT ABOUT SUBS??? LA LA, HE CAN'T HEAR IT. HE DOESN'T WANT TOOOO~
That is to say, he completely glosses over the prospect of having a Submissive of his own, smile a bit more frozen that earlier, but he does maintain his cheerful self. He's already pulling Izumi by the hand into the shop.]
Pitching wine, selling vinegar! Don't just a book by it's cover, Izumi-saaaan~ The more ritzy places usually spend more time and money making the place look pretty, than actually having good knowledge and care for their products! If all you care about is a price tag and looks, then you'll be scammed lickety-split!☆ Listen to the common wisdom of housewives, okaaaaay~?
[Indeed, despite the mediocre and middle-class-ish style of the building itself, once they're inside, the bikes on display were another story. From more sleek designs familiar to Japanese brands to burly-looking Harley-types, there's certainly something for anyone. There's even a section for gear and accessories, should one be looking for a proper helmet and beyond.]
[ ah, they're holding hands... no, it doesn't mean anything. madara does whatever he wants and izumi's not too thrilled about taking this - whatever they have to the next level, yet he lets himself be tugged inside anyway.
huh, he's right. they really have arrived at the right place. a salesman approaches them to ask what they need, and izumi's led to a display of their more recent releases. he's looking for a ride that's sleeker, that doesn't make a lot of noise, and would at least accommodate two people. ]
What do you think of this one, Mikejima? [ this ride, he means. hold on, he'll ask permission if he could sit on it before he swings his leg over and hops on the bike, looking back at the taller boy. ] Here, test it with me.
[Well, looks like Izumi won't be needing that much of Madara's help for this; rather, it looks like Izumi has most of it under control. Which means... more time to mess around. His face has that cat-like smile that he's known to have when he's up to know good, as he obediently plops himself on the backseat of the bike, slipping his arms around Izumi's waist and resting his chin on the other third-year's shoulder from behind.
He's totally helping you get a feel for the specs, Izumi. This isn't some thinly-veiled attempt at cuddling, nor is he totally really not nuzzling. That's just weird.]
Hahaha~! It backseat is pretty roomy! The balance feels pretty great too, despite being lightweight~ It might be good for hauling around Leo-san or your favorite Yuu-kun-saaaaan☆
[ fuck, god, more cuddling. but izumi kinda-sorta asked for it this time, so he's not going to be too pissed this time. heck, he'll even manage a soft smile. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I think Leo-kun or Yuu-kun would like this ride too.
[ AH... THE VERY THOUGHT OF HAVING BOTH HIS MANS RIDE HIS RIDE... it's an privilege like no other. but what if izumi wants to go fast? because he wiggles himself out of madara's grip and bends forward as if pretending to pick up speed on the bike, just to see how it'd seem like.
more like how he'd look like. he's enticing madara, of course. can't resist this curve now that he's heard all about it during orientation, fufu. ☆ ]
[Oh, we doing this? Are we really gonna play that game? All right then, dude, you're on.
In response to Izumi wriggling out of his grasp to re-position himself, Madara responds by manhandling the guy once more, this time planting his hands on the very enticing hips in front of him. He leans forward, as if mimicking bracing himself for the change in speed. Totally not to press his pecs against Izumi's back; that's just a pleasant side effect.]
Trying to get an idea for how top speed would be like, hmm~? Izumi-san always did like it fast and furious......☆
[ ah, this is probably not good, they really shouldn't be acting like total thots on merchandise; there's likely a rule that'd say "YOU FUCK ON IT, YOU BUY IT" in such a depraved city because even horniness should have its limits.
he's got madara hook, line, and sinker though, and izumi can't help but grin as he scoots his hips back as he shifts in his seat. yeah, those pecs of his are sooooo~o annoying, all right. he's suuuuper irritated. ]
We can always take it slow, though. ♪
[ for a nice change of pace. izumi will have to learn reverse psychology effectively so that madara would do anything he asks while being subtle about it. whatever relationship they have now, he's... really all for it, but he's not sure if the other man would feel the same way. ]
[Ah, this is bad. Honestly, ever since that time in orientation, the way they've interacted has never been quite the same below the surface. Madara knows that maybe it's a bad idea to continue being like this, especially since they were pretty much using each other to fill their small Leo-shaped voids, but... mind doesn't always beat matter.
Especially when Izumi's pushing that damn ballerina butt towards him. Hnng.]
Eeeeh~? But you know there's noooothing slow about meee?
[He's the track team captain at their school, after all. If you ask him not to approach everything like a runaway train, you might as well ask him to not breathe. Plus, with how this is going, Madara would very much like to make a beeline back to the suites and to Izumi's place.
So, he's going to start weighing Izumi down with all he's got. All 64kg of Mama.]
Hey, Izumi-saaaan~? Did you settle on this oooone? If you did, let's zoom zoom and sign the paperwork~
[ haha, it's working ♪ way more than izumi had intended, actually. ]
Hm~? You want to go home that badly now? ♪
[ the way madara's pressing himself on izumi's back is too much, though. izumi's prided himself with his endurance but his lithe arms are still no match against all 64kg of him, but he stubbornly presses up anyway, back arching a little. ]
Does that mean you don't want to buy your bike now? And get yourself behind the wheel?
[ that'll just involve izumi taking him from behind, won't it? madara just doesn't want him to take charge this entire time... such a fragile ego. ♪ ]
[Wow, what a damn tease. Though Madara admits he kind of enjoys this too... Even if the forgotten NPC dealers are starting to give glances. Gosh, is this a subtle progress towards a masochistic awakening?]
I can just drop by another daaaay~
[Fine, take this, his secret weapon. He shifts his weight so his face is juuust hovering next to Izumi's ear, speaking in an unusually hushed volume:]
I want us to be alone as soon as possible, pleeeease♪
[ oh wow, he's whispering and saying "please". he must really want to get off, and izumi's not going to lie, he's not going to last much longer if they keep up this masochism tango any longer. ]
All right, all right.
[ just. going to urge madara to lay off his back and stare back at the npc dealers nochalantly, as if they weren't just about to fuck on the merchandise they're sitting on right now. ]
This one, please. It's perfect.
[ the sooner they get the paperwork done, the faster they can get back to the suits and finish what they've started. whether madara would let izumi ride him like a motorcycle though is another story altogether. ]
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he steps out, stares at the place they're supposed to do business in, and tilts his head. ]
Huh, I thought you're going to get use more expensive rides. You should flaunt your newfound wealth as a Dominant more, Mikejima. [ then he adds under his breath: ] You should save it more for your future Sub, though.
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That is to say, he completely glosses over the prospect of having a Submissive of his own, smile a bit more frozen that earlier, but he does maintain his cheerful self. He's already pulling Izumi by the hand into the shop.]
Pitching wine, selling vinegar! Don't just a book by it's cover, Izumi-saaaan~ The more ritzy places usually spend more time and money making the place look pretty, than actually having good knowledge and care for their products! If all you care about is a price tag and looks, then you'll be scammed lickety-split!☆ Listen to the common wisdom of housewives, okaaaaay~?
[Indeed, despite the mediocre and middle-class-ish style of the building itself, once they're inside, the bikes on display were another story. From more sleek designs familiar to Japanese brands to burly-looking Harley-types, there's certainly something for anyone. There's even a section for gear and accessories, should one be looking for a proper helmet and beyond.]
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huh, he's right. they really have arrived at the right place. a salesman approaches them to ask what they need, and izumi's led to a display of their more recent releases. he's looking for a ride that's sleeker, that doesn't make a lot of noise, and would at least accommodate two people. ]
What do you think of this one, Mikejima? [ this ride, he means. hold on, he'll ask permission if he could sit on it before he swings his leg over and hops on the bike, looking back at the taller boy. ] Here, test it with me.
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He's totally helping you get a feel for the specs, Izumi. This isn't some thinly-veiled attempt at cuddling, nor is he totally really not nuzzling. That's just weird.]
Hahaha~! It backseat is pretty roomy! The balance feels pretty great too, despite being lightweight~ It might be good for hauling around Leo-san or your favorite Yuu-kun-saaaaan☆
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Yeah. Yeah, I think Leo-kun or Yuu-kun would like this ride too.
[ AH... THE VERY THOUGHT OF HAVING BOTH HIS MANS RIDE HIS RIDE... it's an privilege like no other. but what if izumi wants to go fast? because he wiggles himself out of madara's grip and bends forward as if pretending to pick up speed on the bike, just to see how it'd seem like.
more like how he'd look like. he's enticing madara, of course. can't resist this curve now that he's heard all about it during orientation, fufu. ☆ ]
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In response to Izumi wriggling out of his grasp to re-position himself, Madara responds by manhandling the guy once more, this time planting his hands on the very enticing hips in front of him. He leans forward, as if mimicking bracing himself for the change in speed. Totally not to press his pecs against Izumi's back; that's just a pleasant side effect.]
Trying to get an idea for how top speed would be like, hmm~? Izumi-san always did like it fast and furious......☆
[Yeah, how's that, fucker?]
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he's got madara hook, line, and sinker though, and izumi can't help but grin as he scoots his hips back as he shifts in his seat. yeah, those pecs of his are sooooo~o annoying, all right. he's suuuuper irritated. ]
We can always take it slow, though. ♪
[ for a nice change of pace. izumi will have to learn reverse psychology effectively so that madara would do anything he asks while being subtle about it. whatever relationship they have now, he's... really all for it, but he's not sure if the other man would feel the same way. ]
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Especially when Izumi's pushing that damn ballerina butt towards him. Hnng.]
Eeeeh~? But you know there's noooothing slow about meee?
[He's the track team captain at their school, after all. If you ask him not to approach everything like a runaway train, you might as well ask him to not breathe. Plus, with how this is going, Madara would very much like to make a beeline back to the suites and to Izumi's place.
So, he's going to start weighing Izumi down with all he's got. All 64kg of Mama.]
Hey, Izumi-saaaan~? Did you settle on this oooone? If you did, let's zoom zoom and sign the paperwork~
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Hm~? You want to go home that badly now? ♪
[ the way madara's pressing himself on izumi's back is too much, though. izumi's prided himself with his endurance but his lithe arms are still no match against all 64kg of him, but he stubbornly presses up anyway, back arching a little. ]
Does that mean you don't want to buy your bike now? And get yourself behind the wheel?
[ that'll just involve izumi taking him from behind, won't it? madara just doesn't want him to take charge this entire time... such a fragile ego. ♪ ]
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I can just drop by another daaaay~
[Fine, take this, his secret weapon. He shifts his weight so his face is juuust hovering next to Izumi's ear, speaking in an unusually hushed volume:]
I want us to be alone as soon as possible, pleeeease♪
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All right, all right.
[ just. going to urge madara to lay off his back and stare back at the npc dealers nochalantly, as if they weren't just about to fuck on the merchandise they're sitting on right now. ]
This one, please. It's perfect.
[ the sooner they get the paperwork done, the faster they can get back to the suits and finish what they've started. whether madara would let izumi ride him like a motorcycle though is another story altogether. ]