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the space is too tight, and fuma can't seem to stop himself from being pushed up and down against the car door. the racer seems hungrier than normal, so fuma lets kei have his fill for a while before pushing him off with firm, grounding grips on both shoulders. kei is flushed, his face glowing a pretty pink. fuma leans up to give him comforting pecks on the cheeks, one hand hooked around his neck tenderly.
"eager much?"
"mhm. stressed…" kei moans out when fuma moves his hands down to his shoulders again, this time messaging his tensed muscles with his gentle strength. "that feels so good."
"wanna lay down? i can give you a full body if needed. or do you wanna talk about it?"
"nah." the older promptly stops the hands on his shoulders, reaching down to leave kisses all over the mechanic's face. "you're so good to me, baby, but i really need you more physically." he grinds down, the clothed hard-on emphasizing his point.
"should i suck you off while you talk then?" the image is funnier in fuma's head, but kei lets out a humored laugh anyway.
"make me speechless instead. make my mind blank."
"before you go there, i still have four hours of bending and lifting tires to go. so no, you're not fucking my ass."
"close guess, but i meant to ask if i can fuck your breasts."
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honestly, fuma's seen half of this coming.
the racer boyfriend always been shamelessly open about his obsession with fuma's thick, muscular breasts - both with lustful praises and constantly messing with his chest during intimate times. it's only the matter of sooner or later that kei would eventually ask to use them to get off, fuma expected. but he didn't expect that to happen in the backseat of his car, during lunch break, an hour before they have to go back to practice.
the normally sane and sensible fuma would argue, would put up a fight at least. that they're technically at work and it's inconvenient and kei can have him however he wants him as soon as they're home instead. but the fuma underneath kei's spell is never the normally sane and sensible fuma. he's the fuma that matches kei's level of crazy, because they're equally crazy about each other.
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kei's hands, ever so sneaky and smooth, have somehow managed to pop the overall's collar opened and pull the inner zip down below fuma's chest. he claws softly at the collarbone and defined cleavage, the last obstruction between his touch and fuma's bare skin being the flimsy fabric of the inner t-shirt. fuma pulls the zipper all the way down himself and slips the black and red overall off his upper body, signaling his silent consent.
"well… was just about to say i like the mechanic overall on you."
"as i mentioned, i still have work to do and i'm not working with your cum on my uniform." the younger nags while hastily trying to get the racing suit off kei's body too.
kei chuckles playfully, hovering over the shorter figure as he struggles to slip the thick race suit off him. "sometimes i wish race suits didn't have to be so thick. not helping the heat in my body seeing your outlined pecs and flexed ass in that overall all the time."
"these suits are made for racing, not for convenient fucking in the backseat, mind you."
constricted by the lack of space, it takes a few minutes to get them where they wanted: fuma sitting against the car door with his overall and boxer down to his thighs, and kei on his lap with only his brief. blueberry eyes bright like those of a child opening up their present, kei rolls fuma's t-shirt up to reveal his gloriously muscular pecs, bringing the hem to fuma's mouth to which the younger obediently bites. the older pulls down his brief to release the red, semi-hard cock, then begins lubing up both his hands. the hands of the person underneath suddenly find his, stealing some lubricant to the shock of kei. fuma reaches for kei's cock, and by then kei understands enough. they heat each other up with eager twists of the wrists and teasing presses on the tips. kei's lips smear wet trails and bite faint marks wherever they can reach on fuma's chest, especially around the ash rose nipples where kei doesn't even need to look to know will make fuma's eyes roll back. in response, fuma's hands on kei's dick tighten, the mechanic's palms pleasantly strong around kei's hard-on. kei's high-pitched whines and fuma's muffled moans harmonize like they always do, the prettiest music to their ears.
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fuma slows down his hands as he can feel precum dripping on kei's tip, prompting kei to pull back to take a look. pupils blown wide, cheeks bright red, teeth biting down harshly onto the fabric and lower lip altogether. fuma is giving him his usual "fuck me" face, and kei can't find a reason to contest. the older slides his hand up and down fuma's cleavage, confirming again their plan; and the younger enthusiastically nods.
with that, kei leans forward to place his veiny cock onto the dip between the thick pecs. and what a sight it is, the meaty column fitting just right into the dip, its angry red shade complimented by the pale olive of fuma's smooth skin. suddenly the space around his cock tighten, the two mounts of flesh now hugging kei's manhood just right. fuma, who is pushing his own boobs together with his hands, looks righteously smug at the whine kei lets out. kei grabs fuma's shoulders for purchase before moving up and down, letting his cock slide between the firm tightness. it feels so different: the pecs are hard and can't wrap around the cylinder perfectly like the velvety walls inside fuma, but its plumpness and elasticity look and feel like a foreign heaven (which kei regrets having taken this long to start exploring). the slight friction, smoothened by lube, drives kei closer and closer the cliff. he's caught off-guard by the fabric of fuma's tee abruptly falling on the tip of his dick, letting out a surprised yelp. the younger flashes an apologetic smile, removing the hem of the tee with his teeth before dipping his head to welcome the tip of kei's cock right into his opened mouth.
tears swell up all hot in the corners of kei's eyes. it's overwhelming: the muscles massaging his cock, the warmth wetness every time he thrusts up, the low pants of fuma in rhythm with his own moans.
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"i'm close, baby…. i'm so close…"
"wanna cum in my mouth?"
"wanna, um, cum together." kei is ashamed of himself, realizing he's so lost in pleasure he hasn't even been jerking fuma off.
"if you can hold it for a few minutes, i have a way."
fuma pushes kei off so that the older leans against the opposite car door. the younger takes off the overall and boxer completely, hooks one leg over the backseat and grabs more lube.
"i bet you can cum watching me," he teases his own rim with glistening fingers, "can you?"
kei doesn't wanna bet - he's definitely cumming.
fuma's fingers are thick and well-groomed, looking both masculine and pretty. his index slides through the tight ring with ease, so he's quick to slip in another, now scissoring himself with two fingers inside. his skin flushes, so red kei almost feels the heat from afar. his abs and thigh flex in pleasure, lean muscles deliciously outlined. his moans are low, raspy, breathless. his eyes wince closed, lashes casting shadow onto the cute aegyo-sals. his cute bunny teeth peek out between rosy lips, biting down on the plump lower one. kei's hands move sloppily in auto-mode, his mind too occupied by the delectable sight.
"kei…" the name sounds honey-sweet rolling out of fuma's tongue.
"yes, baby?"
"... can you finish me off?" the younger pouts, embarrassed. he forgot how fingering himself no longer feels the same after a taste of kei's much longer fingers.
luckily, kei, having long forgotten the bet about him cumming by only watching fuma, only wants to make up for his earlier "selfishness" and pleasure his baby. his three fingers indeed reach deeper than fuma's could ever reach, making the younger groan. encouraged, kei speeds up both the fingers inside fuma and the hand on himself. at a certain angle, fuma throws his head back with a startled moan. kei knowingly presses again and again onto that spot, watching with pride in himself as fuma loses control.
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fuma cums first, splashing pearly ropes onto his own palm and abs. kei laps on his palm, tasting the younger's cum as he quickens the hand on his cock.
"cum on my chest."
kei thinks he hallucinated due to the overwhelming high. "... huh?"
"cum on my chest, please." fuma, eyes still half-closed, dazedly repeats.
"baby…"
"please? kei? paint my chest with your cum? mark me with it?"
kei doesn't have it to refuse.
the older moves closer, aligning his dick with the delicious breasts. he fastens his pace, and has to force his eyes opened to watch the white ropes landing on and between the plump mounts. kei is out of breath by the time he flops onto fuma's lap again, unable to tear his eyes off the masterpiece. the lube and cum gloss over the bite marks he left earlier, decorating the perfectly shaped tits and cleavage like expensive porcelain.
fuma giggles at the dumb-founded look on the racer's face.
"don't laugh!" kei finally gets defensive. "i'm having my moment!"
"if you like it so much," the younger smears the cum around his nipple suggestively, "you can have a taste, you know?"
murata fuma will be the sweet death of kei.
kei dives in for his feast.
he tastes his own cum mixed with the salted sweat of fuma.
he adds more red and purple marks to the painting.
he sucks on one hard nipple and teases the other.
he squeezes the firm flesh to his heart's desires…
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as kei greedily plays with his pecs, fuma strokes the older's neck affectionately. "it's a bit of a shame, you know. i thought about it before, seeing how you love my tits and everything."
"that's why you know exactly how to play with them, huh? but what's a shame about it?" kei questions with his face still buried in the cleavage.
"well, i meant to save it for after i get my nipple piercings."