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Augusto looks at how Ai is straightening the ropes on his wrist. First, one, and then the other one. They are tied and secure. Just to make sure they aren't too restricted, the recently crowned Moto2 World Champion rider moves his hands around just to show he still can do that. He can move them without any problem. He always can. His championship rival always makes sure of that. His wrists are tied, but with enough space he can move and wiggle his hand around if needed. Never is needed, but the option is always there just in case and because it's a requirement in their game.
“Now lie there and let me properly reward you,” says in his broken English the Japanese rider. In a fluid movement, Ai pushes Augusto towards the bed, passing from being semi-seated to fully lying there. The Ajo rider lets himself be pushed like that, like he always does. He isn't in control of this thing, and he never will be. That's their informal agreement. This is Ai's show to run, and Augusto is glad to take the back seat.
“This doesn't seem like a reward at all. This seems like any other regular encounter we had in the past,” casually comments the tallest rider. At the same time, he moves his body to lie more flat on the bed to make sure he's more comfortable for what's to come. Ai glares at him, while at the same time he makes a gesture for the other rider to shut his mouth.
Augusto does as he's told. He always does. Since they started, he has been afraid to go against the Japanese rider's wishes and commands, and the other had taken the opportunity to put the bigger and taller rider at his feet, not that the Spaniard had offered too much resistance to it. “Trust me, this is a celebration,” promises the younger one. Ai takes one step away from the bed to admire his hard work.
Augusto lies on the white bedsheets, still covered in sweat and champagne, among other things, while wearing only his boxers. He hadn’t had time to take a shower as he has come straight to the room after his celebration. His hands are tied to the headboard of the hotel bed and his legs slightly open. Just like Ai wants and always happens, “Wait a moment” says the Honda rider, but he's taking one step after another step towards the bathroom and away from Augusto.
The Ajo rider tenses, they haven't discussed this. Or well, rather in a passing way, like most of the talking they had about this thing they have. Ai knows Augusto is okay with being tied, blindfolded and/or gagged if the Honda rider is in the room, and now, the Japanese rider is leaving. “Ai?” Questions in panic the older one. He doesn't want to make it into the headliners of the newspaper like this. Found tied on a bed in underwear after he won the championship because something bad happened to him.
“Just a second” says the younger rider again. “I'm going to change, and I'm coming back” promises. He's now in the bathroom door. A door that can be seen from the bed, but at the same time you can see the room from inside the small room. “The door will stay open like this, will this be okay?” Finally, ask the Japanese rider to Augusto. The taller rider doubts for a moment. He doesn't like to be that vulnerable and alone, and Ai knows it. At the same time, he doesn't want to spoil his present or whatever scene the Japanese rider has planned for them. He trusts Ai. He trusts his dom to never put him in danger and to respect his boundaries and wishes. He trusts the Japanese to really take care of him. At the same time, he’s terrified to be left alone like this, when he can’t do anything to free himself.
“Fine, but be quick” he finally gives up. His eyes stay fixed on the bathroom door, trying to get a glance at what's going on there. All his senses are focused on that door, just in case anything goes wrong. So far, there's only the sound that Ai makes moving around, and clothes hitting the floor, which means the other is getting naked. Augusto wonders why he couldn't do it in the bedroom like he always does, but he doesn't say it aloud. More steps can be heard before the younger one comes back.
Ai goes out slowly and blushing. He's wearing just a white shirt. No, not any shirt, the shirt Augusto's team has made to celebrate his championship. Where did he get it? Did his brother give him one? Or did Ai steal it? Wait a moment, could that one be the one Augusto was wearing until not that long ago? It's big. Too big on the younger rider's body, but that's the whole point. Augusto loses his speech as his mouth goes completely dry. “Don't laugh!” Commands Ai, as if Augusto could do that. He's losing his mind over it, but then again, it was the Japanese's intentions. To make Augusto forget everything and just focus on him.
Augusto feels possessive, and in the funny way that will make a man go all caveman and fuck until they collapse. The petite frame is apparently wearing nothing but his shirt. That’s nothing but incredible. Something that's making the older one lose his head. Right now, he only wants to break the restraints and fuck Ai hard against any surface. It won't happen. “No way I can laugh at you,” finally says when his brain manages to make a single connection in the right direction and not just think about sex.
“Good” finally the confidence is back to that cherubic and impassible face. It's also back on the voice and in the steps that are approaching slowly to the bed. “Now just lie there and look pretty” a ‘like always' is left unsaid, but they don't need to say it either. It's at this moment, where the Honda rider has decided to sit on top of Augusto's hips. Not just the hip, the actual cock that's getting bigger and bigger inside Augusto's boxers after just watching Ai in his clothes.
He isn't the only one who is liking this game too much and it is not something new. Now that Ai is directly sitting on his hip, the shirt is polling on the Japanese riderr’s lap. He has an erection too, like always. Something, something about trapping bigger boys under his small body, bounding them and using them as his personal toys. Augusto won't say it aloud, and neither does Ai. It's their little secret to keep.
The Honda rider starts to move his hips. First, back and forth, back and forth at a slow pace. Later he adds a side-to-side movement to end finally with a circular movement that is turning Augusto crazy. Augusto moans because he knows it's impossible for him to do anything else. Too long ago he learnt he can't fight with his ties and using the safeword will mean that this has to ends, and he doesn't want that. If he starts to move his hips that will only make Ai mad and leave him with a case of blue balls and a painful erection on display.
“Please” begs, and he isn't ashamed to do it so early. The Ajo rider knows how much the younger one loves it. Again, Ai is too much into making bigger people submit to him, and Augusto is more than happy to comply if that means good sex. It's more than just good sex, it's mind-blowing and earth-shattering every time they have the opportunity to meet. And this, this that's supposed to be a celebratory sex for August, so it promises to be the best to come so far.
Ai looks at him impassively, but he has stopped all movements. He's studying Augusto to see how to act. “Please” begs again the older one. “Let me touch you” finally says what he has always wanted to say but hasn't had the courage to do. The Honda rider looks at him, assessing what to do, very unsure because this isn't how he had planned the night to go. “Please” tries again Augusto. “You said I can get whatever I want, and I want to touch you at least once. I promise I'll behave” begs again.
“No” finally says after studying him for a while. “Maybe later if you behave” comments half-heartedly after he resumes the circular motion of his hips. Augusto feels dejected after hearing that. “Are you going to be a good boy for me, Augusto?” Whisper against the Ajo rider’s ear when he has deemed it's enough torture and the cock is erect enough. Augusto is carrying a full erection by now, just what the Japanese rider wanted and expected from him.
They are now lying chest against chest, and their cocks trapped in between their bodies. Augusto, under the weight of Ai, desperate for something more than just that light contact and teasing that has now stopped. And the Honda rider's cock is in between both sets of abs and being stimulated with each breath they take. “Are you going to be a good boy and behave for me?” Whisper Ai against Augusto's jaw.
Augusto whines because he wants more. He wants everything Ai is willing to offer because, like always, this is never about what the Ajo rider wants. He's used to it, but sometimes he wished he could use his hands and touch Ai's body, but that doesn’t matter. Augusto hasn't been allowed to do that yet, and he probably won’t ever be allowed. The Spaniard wants to be more than just a fuck. He wants it to mean more. At the same time, he understands where Ai comes from, and the desire to control. Something about not wanting to be vulnerable and be the one in control. Something about liking a bigger and stronger person below him, squirting at his desire.
“Tell me” Ai is now pinching the pink and mostly unresponsive nipples below his hand. He's not gentle with that gesture, just wanting to show who is in control in this game. It's always the younger rider, and there's no question about it. “Are you going to be good?” Repeats again, he's leaving kisses and light scratches along the jaw bone.
Augusto whines as a response. His body isn't usually that sensitive, but whenever he's under Ai or his control, he really becomes one. It's like his body has suddenly become filled with endless pleasure points that only respond to Ai's wishes and commands. Or like his body responds to a magic switch only the younger ones has. He can only concentrate on every little part of their bodies that are touching. On the slightly salty smell that the body emits, or the commands that are said in broken English.
The other nipple is pinched, and it's a reminder that he has been asked something. “YES," he says quickly, but the look on Ai’s face means a full answer to see if he was paying attention. He was, he really was, so he quickly adds “Yes I'll be a good boy” and again, a ‘like always' it's still unsaid. That quick and positive response earns him a reward. It's a kiss that starts dirty and just turns up straight filthy as the seconds passes.
“Good boy,” praises the younger one as soon as the kiss is broken by him. It doesn't feel like a reward when Ai moves away. It's not by much, enough to sit straight on top of Augusto's pelvis and plant the feet on the bed. His legs are open, and the shirt polled up, which puts on display his genitalia and the area below it. Ai is not wearing underwear, and is flashing his erect cock just for Augusto to see. The younger one has chosen that carefully and with intention, and they both know.
It's not the only thing that he's flashing, just for Augusto's eyes to see. He's also showing a jewel, coloured in an orange tone, sitting neatly in between the ass checks that are open now. A butt plug. A butt plug decorated with KTM's main colour. “Do you enjoy your present?” Comments casually, the Japanese rider. Augusto feels his mouth go completely dry, and his heart beat go as fast as it does when he's riding his Moto2 bike. The Spaniard doesn't just like this view. He loves it, and has troubles to express it.
Despite the casual tone in his voice, the world champion can see the insecurity hidden behind Ai's words. Like, he can also see the blush creeping on the cheeks. For the first time, Ai is actually unsure of this thing, and waiting for Augusto's reaction. The Ajo rider gulps, trying to get his throat to open and let out a simple “love it” through his lips. It's pretty weak and without a voice, but it's there. It's just a fraction of his true reaction, but he's too overwhelmed to express himself in another way, and the Japanese rider seems to understand that.
Ai hums at that, content that coming prepared has worked. “Just a question,” says Augusto now that he has finally found his voice, “did you have one with Honda's colours in case you won, or did this double as a consolation prize?” Ai just looked at him with that disappointed glare before pinching both nipples hard as punishment. Or at least that's how the Ajo rider understood it.
Now that they have really started, and the engines have warmed, Ai wiggles his way down Augusto's body, making sure to take the underwear with him on his way down. The younger one didn't stop until his face was directly against Augusto's member, which twitches in anticipation of what can happen. Augusto is usually the one who gives the blow job and the pleasure in general. So this is rare, something to cherish because Ai is barely ever in the mood or playful enough to do it. The Ajo rider is actually amazed he now gets the opportunity to enjoy it.
“I was going to reward you,” starts Ai. His lips are so close to Augusto's body that he can practically feel being inside that wet mouth, “but you have been a bad boy” finishes moving a bit away from that area. The younger one bops at the head of the cock as a punishment, and Augusto whines. In protest. He had been good so far. “You made fun of me,” now he's grabbing the base of the cock with both hands, and Augusto whimpers. He can't call his last comment he made as making fun of Ai, he was trying to assess the situation in case the championship had ended the other way around. Wondering if Ai would have wanted to still celebrate with him.
Augusto whines because he knows that trashing around and trying to get out of this predicament won't work. Ai is very firm and takes these things very seriously. At the same time, he knows the other man would have found one way or another to keep his mouth out of his cock. At this point, it's a given by how prepared he has come for this thing. His rival always has a plan for everything, and never leaves anything to chance, and this is no different. Ai has come to play and use. Augusto just for his satisfaction, and the fact that he's already putting a condom on the dick, who's very on board with that treatment, is the very proof of it. This is just another way to torture the Ajo rider and showcase his dominance.
Ai is looking straight into Augusto's brown eyes when he licks a strip from the base of the cock, which is currently resting on his hand, to the top of it. And then another, on the other side of the member, but going down this time. The Japanese rider is observing every little reaction while doing that. It's like he's studying every little detail, like how hard is Augusto fighting to keep his eyes open, or the way the mouth opens to form a perfect ‘O' shape, but without any sound escaping those lips. Augusto is close to letting them out, but not yet there.
This is the moment that could make Ai change his course of action if he feels like it, not that it happens a lot, but Augusto can dream. “Do you want my mouth?” Ask after a while. Augusto's cock jumped to that invitation, and the owner was about to answer until the Honda rider interrupted him, “Or do you prefer your true present? The one I have planned for so long and prepared accordingly just for you?” And there it is, the tricky question. The illusion of a choice because no matter what he chooses it'll always be about what Ai wants pretending to be what the Spaniard had freely chosen.
They stay in silence. The Japanese rider is just observing and studying the Ajo rider's face and responses to what is currently happening. His face is blank like always, not showing any thoughts behind those dark eyes. Augusto is wondering what will be the punishment for actually choosing the blow job instead of what Ai had planned. And the real question is if it's really worth it. His rival has planned it and knows how to flip the tables and get what he wants.
“I'm waiting,” says the younger one. The hand on the base of the cock squeezed it, and then deposited a kiss on the tip, as if he's asking for forgiveness for not being gentle. He isn't, it's just another way of showing his control and who has the power in between them. Augusto whines trying to decide if he wants the quick pleasure that will be using the mouth or the pleasure that borders on too much. A pleasure that he will only get by letting Ai do whatever he wants. He's kidding himself because there's only one choice.
“Present,” says in a gasp the older rider when the other squeezes the base of the cock once more. “Please,” he adds when Ai stares at him with that blank face of his. The Japanese rider hums when he gets the response. The one he was waiting for and had expected since the start of this thing. Like if his earlier light comment and the teasing was just part of their game because Ai had expected him to screw it up at some point. He probably did, and that's why he chose what he chose in the first place.
The Japanese rider gives a last squeeze and a last kiss on the tips as a goodbye before climbing his way back up to Augusto's hip. He sits there like before. Both feet planted on the mattress next to the Ajo rider's hip, exposing his everything. One of the hands is also planted there, giving extra support, while the other moves down the still covered chest and further down. Down the stomach and then up to the crotch that he ignores delivery, and back down until the orange jewel. And he let his hand rest there with his fingers open to showcase the real present.
Augusto loses all logical thought as his mouth becomes incredibly dry, but the show doesn't end there. Ai grabs the plug below the jewel, and pushes a bit out and stops to let it back in. And then he does it again and again. Augusto loses it, and his cock with it as apparently has his sown mind. It twitches with interest after remembering what it's to be inside that body now that he is watching Ai fuck himself with an actual toy. To be the one causing those light gasps to escape that mouth and transform them into moans and screams of pleasure.
“Do you want it?” Says the younger one with a raspy voice while still playing with himself. It's stupid to ask that question, as Ai can feel every twitch in Augusto's cock as he's once again sitting on top of it. It's stupid he asks when he knows how simple-minded the Spaniard becomes at this stage. He just wants to be inside him desperately. They both know it, but Ai still likes to hear it, and torture Augusto, who is more than okay with that part of their game. The Honda rider loves to hear Augusto beg for it, and sometimes he keeps pushing and pushing until he breaks the Ajo rider.
Ai has been observing the whole time. He was observing every movement and every reaction to see when to push and when to stop. When to reward and when to punish any behaviour. Or if he needs to stop this completely because Augusto is not comfortable. Or the more common scenario, when the Spaniard is pushing himself too much instead of using his safe word. They're currently in the safe zone still. The Ajo rider is vibrating on his spot waiting to get inside and ready to beg, and that's actually good.
“Yes. Yes, I want it. I want to be inside please” starts to beg the older one as soon as the question has left the younger lips. It's just what Ai had waited for because it's getting too much for him too. The butt plug is not that big, just enough to stretch him enough for the first penetration to not be really painful but still leave a nice stretch he loves. But even if it's not that big, it's just the perfect shape to be pressing his prostate and taking him closer to the edge.
“Very well” says, letting the butt plug get inside in one more time. “You've been a good boy so far, so I'll compensate you” promises. Augusto lets the tension leave his body, happy to know he won't leave with a case of blue balls. He's also happy to know he's allowed inside Ai after not having been allowed for a while.
Ai pushes the jewel out once again, but this time instead of pushing it back inside with his muscles, he made sure to push it out all the way. His hole pulsated empty, wanting to be filled again and missing having something inside, but they are lucky as it won't stay like that for a long time. Augusto is mesmerised by the process, focused on each movement and wishing he's the one to do them, but he won't be allowed. This is about Ai taking control and putting him on his knees begging, and the Spaniard makes sure to help with that.
“Please,” begs the older one. Ai just tsked because the butt plug has just been taken out and Augusto is already begging to be in. It's too soon for it and both know it. Usually, the younger one will scold him and torture him a bit more for the slip up, but this time he let it slip. This is Augusto's celebration after all, and the Honda rider feels magnanimous and lets it slip. Augusto is very aware of it, and so does Ai, but none of them comments on it yet, but keep it in their minds.
The younger one grabs the cock once again, and with the other hand, he helps to balance himself in the air. It's just enough to make sure the cock can be properly guided inside the humid and tight space that’s Ai's ass is at the moment. The first thing that goes in is the head, and they both moan when it gets in. Ai stops there, panting, and trying to hold in his moan inside his mouth. At the same time, Augusto is not ashamed to show how much he likes it by letting a moan escape from his lips. They actually go out as easy as going on a bike for any of them.
Ai hisses at the feeling of the pleasurable stretch, but also the uncomfortable position he's currently in. With a bit of balancing, he moves himself to a position where he's straddling Augusto, and still just the head of the cock inside. He knees are now planted on the bed, and he has more control over the movements of his body. He can't get something more inside yet, as it's too much for the moment. Augusto, knowing it, so he helds still and makes sure his hips stay in place to not force anything else inside the younger one's body. He needs to be good and keep composed. It's the Honda rider who always chooses what to do and when to do it. And the one who actually does the job and gets mad when Augusto tries to help.
The Japanese rider focuses on his breathing. In and out, in and out. Trying to free his mind and body with each inspiration and exhalation. When he feels ready, and just to test the waters, ready to stop if it's needed, he goes down a bit more and back up until the tip is out. And then he goes down again. This time trying to get a bit more inside himself.
Augusto moans, throwing his head back and burying it in the soft pillows in an attempt to keep himself still and not move the hips. Ai just closes his eyes and ‘huffs' whenever he moves. That's a process that repeats over and over again, making sure that every time the Japanese rider goes a bit lower and lower until the cock is completely inside himself. He then stays still, with heavy breathing and his eyes closed, trying to savour that sensation. That bit of too much and just enough burn that comes with being stretched.
Augusto wishes he could get his eyes to stay open, but it doesn't matter how many times they do this, it always ends in the same way. He always ends without a voice after a long moan and his eyes close. His hands always curled on whatever is tied around his wrist as a way to ground himself because this is too much. When he finally can open his eyes, it's to the sight of a dishevelled Ai, who is having trouble breathing and a face covered in sweat.
“Are you okay?” The older one always asks. As much as he loves this, it's never going to be at the expense of his partner. Augusto always checks on the Japanese rider, and even if today is supposed to be about him, he does it anyway. Ai will always look at him unimpressed, and today he's on the mean side because he pinched both nipples hard, making Augusto yelp. The hands don't move from there, though. They just lay open to make sure the younger one can use that point as a support point when he starts to move.
“Who do you think I am? Ah?” Says with a strained voice. His eyes are full of fire, ready to fight Augusto for calling him weak, not that the Ajo rider would ever do that, but Ai just always feels on the verge. When he feels it's okay, and that he has caught his breath for long enough, the younger one will start to move his hips up and down. Today is no different, and like always, he just moves a bit up and then back down a bit. It's their calm before the storm. Their moment to get air before this gets too intense.
With each second that passes, the Japanese rider gets more and more confident with his actions. He starts to get higher and higher, until the whole cock is leaving his body before getting back in. It's not only how much it goes in and out that changes, it's also the speed. The more confident and comfortable Ai gets, the quicker his movements get. It gets to the point where he's practically jumping on top of Augusto's dick. And his hands are also getting greedier by holding and squeezing the pectorals and leaving them with red lines and scratches all over the skin.
Ai is not the only one who is becoming more confident. The Spaniard is also on the same train. By this point, he's fully screaming and groaning in pleasure, a high contrast with how quiet Ai is usually in bed. And a more sensitive and less confident man will start panicking because of that. Augusto is different. He had learnt to read the body language to know he's doing a good job. That, and the fact that the Japanese rider's cock is a fountain of precome, is proof enough that the Ajo rider is doing a good job. Or rather, his cock is the perfect toy Ai had wanted for today's game.
“Please” begs in a whine, Augusto. He's close, very close, but so is Ai. At this point, it's a game to see if Augusto has been good enough for him to be allowed to cum. The Spaniard hopes that the leniency still continues, and Ai lets him cum. “Please” beg again. Ai stops all movement to look at him in the eyes. “I'm so close. Please” explains in a plea. The Ajo rider has to hold himself to avoid bucking his hips and finishing it in that exact moment.
“You are lucky this is a present for you” comments Ai before resuming the movement. This time he made sure to squeeze as much as he could his internal muscles to push even further. “You are lucky you are cute, and I like cute” he finally lets out a moan, and to cover it, he moves in a way they are chest against chest and they can kiss. Ai uses that connection between their lips to drown his moans that he insists on not showing. But it also drowns all whimpers and moans coming from the Spaniard's voice. There's one last thing that's unsaid between them, and it's a ‘you are lucky I like you' from the Japanese rider.
Augusto pushes once more against his restraints, unable to stay still now. He's so damn close and all he wants to do is grab Ai and push him against his cock and then cum. But he can’t. His hands are still bound against the headboard to specifically prevent that from happening, so he just grabs them strongly, resisting the urge. He let out moan after moan, but they are trapped against the other's lips.
Ai stares at him when the kiss ends. Waiting for the moment that's not that far away, and they both know it. “Be a good boy for me, will you?” It's not said aloud. Not even really implicit, but they both kind of know what he means. It's a signal for Augusto to cum, and shortly after, that's what happened. The Spaniard had completely been conditioned to respond to Ai's commands and moods, and here is the proof of it. However, this is Ai's show, and despite being sold as a present for Augusto, it's still the Japanese show, so he keeps moving and moving, guiding Augusto through his orgasm.
It would be nice if it stopped there, once the older one had cum, and let him enjoy the afterglow, but it's never that easy. Ai's cock is still erect and proud. And more importantly, mostly untouched with the exception of the few rubs he got in between their abdomens. It's not just that, there's also a pool of precome in between them and staining the shirt Ai is still wearing. A shirt that is most likely to be from Augusto, and he still needs to wear it later.
“Are you going to be good and help me?” Wonders the Japanese rider when Augusto has finally come back. It's also when he started to hiss because it's too much. His balls are completely empty and nothing more can come out of there. “Are you going to be good?” Wonders again. Ai who is standing as tall as he can when he's still sitting on Augusto's hip with a mostly limp dick inside his ass. The Spaniard is still a bit lost. Not fully here or there, and definitely without any real voice, so he just enthusiastically nods. He will be good and he will help Ai.
The younger one hums in approval to that. His hands went to the ties on Augusto's hand and freed them. The hands fall directly to the bed without any force to keep them up after having them tied for so long. This is an anomaly in their game. Usually Ai will use him until he cums and then if he is generous, the Japanese rider will let Augusto cum. Rarely it's inside him, even when they always use condoms, as Ai likes to use that moment to assert dominance. More often, Ai will just untie him and walk away to let the Spaniard to sort himself out and pretend this didn't happen until the next time the Honda needs to scratch an itch.
Ai looks at him expectantly and kinda encourages him to do something, where Augusto is lying there trying to understand what's happening, and at the same time, he's trying to recover the blood flow and feeling in his arms. When he feels more grounded, he starts to massage his wrist, trying to remember what he's supposed to do for Ai. Oh yes, help him cum, it's what is expected from him.
With shaky hands, Augusto does as he is told. He moves them towards the Japanese rider's cock. One of his hands went straight to the tip to scratch it, while the other went to the base. This is what he saw the younger rider do to himself over and over again, and now he's trying to replicate that. Contrary to what Ai did, Augusto started to pump the member with his hand. It went from the bottom to the head and back to the root over and over again and not stopping or teasing.
Ai is finally letting his moans out, while moving his hips in search of more pleasure. Following that hand that is on his cock and is what's pleasuring him. “More” finally says. Augusto had known Ai was close based on the closed eyes, or how desperately he was moving his hips. Not really sure how to act, he tries to remember what the Japanese rider likes or usually does to himself. Or what he does when he's alone and wants to cum after Ai has already left the room. Augusto tries to stay focused and forget his own cock that is in the between too much and pain with all the stimulation that it's experiencing. It's also a battle to keep it down when all his blood is trying to go back down there. It's torture and it's perfect.
The Spaniard hands tries to match the quicker pace the Japanese rider is setting with his hips. At the same time, the other is squeezing the opening, like he had seen Ai do to himself so many times before. It doesn't take a lot of time. Ai was already on the edge when he made Augusto cum. And now, feeling for the first time the older rider's hand on his cock is throwing him straight to the precipice of pleasure. They both were expecting it, as they saw all the signs, but they didn't expect the extreme force it came with or how quickly it happened.
Ai's cum is everywhere, from Augusto's chin, down to his chest and abs, until it's all a wet and sticky pool below him. However, the Spaniard isn't the only one who got drenched in the come. Ai had also got it on himself, and even in the shirt that he's still wearing and refusing to take off.
Augusto has taken his sweet time registering every little detail, like how the Japanese rider has thrown his head back and arched his back when cumming. Or how his eyes were closed where his mouth opened in the first scream of pleasure of the night.
When Ai opens his eyes, he finds Augusto studying him for the first time ever in these conditions. It's the Japanese rider who is always studying the other, and now he feels vulnerable, the opposite of what this was supposed to be. “Do I have monkeys in my face?” Asks in a fake annoyance to make Augusto stop. It didn't work. The Spaniard's face changed to one of adoration and love.
“No you don't. I'm just noticing how beautiful you are,” answers with sincerity. Incredulity is written in the younger face. And also a creeping blush that is going down the neck. “You were right, this was a present,” says. Augusto's big hand left the cock and went straight to Ai's hip, where they rested there without doing anything except prolonging their contact. “And so far, this has been the best one. So thanks” ends with a smile.
Ai just blushes more and moves a bit, trying to feel a bit more comfortable with the position he's currently in. With a flaccid cock, which from time to time twitches, reminding his presence and that he can get up in anytime, still shoved into his ass. And also covered in semen and sweat. And probably some sweat and champagne transferred from Augusto's skin to his own or from the shirt he refuses to take off. “Well you need to compensate me for this later” manages to say the younger one. Ai hides his face on Augusto's neck in a way to avoid showing his embarrassment.
The younger rider wasn't expecting this. This thing was just born because he had wanted to dominate someone who is physically stronger and bigger than him. He had also wanted to show Augusto he could take him head first and how capable he was. Turns out, Augusto had just been a giant teddy bear this whole time. He had let the younger one do whatever he had wanted to him, as he was too afraid to break him. Ai was getting addicted to that empowering feeling. He also was getting addicted to Augusto's gentleness, and maybe his soft touch that he just tasted.
“I promise I'll compensate you” answers. Ai is not looking at his face, too focused on hiding his, but he can physically feel the smile in the Spaniard's mouth. He can also feel the warmness irradiating on the way those hands are now going up and down the spine and making him relax on top of his own body. The younger one let it happen, let himself be embraced while hiding his face even more and relaxing. A nap now sounds wonderful. They will deal later with the cleaning, the teams, and the media.