Dahlia

14 Days with You (VN)

A Tale of Crowns (IF)

Big Bad Dogs (VN)

Dragon Age

Fallout

Hades (Game)

Inside Job

Legend of Zelda

Mass Effect

Mind Blind (IF)

Mushroom Oasis (VN)

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me!

Original (Ex: Vampire x Reader or Coworker x Reader)

Sinners (IF) (No longer accepting requests ATM)

Slashers (Horror)

The Exile (IF)

The King’s Hound (IF)

The Wayhaven Chronicles (IF)

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Exhausted. Far too exhausted to even lift a finger after sex. However, she's never been the kind of person to let exhaustion stop her from doing what she should. After sex, she'll crawl out of bed to get water and ensure that everything is cleaned up neatly before collapsing into the nearest comfortable bed to sleep.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Christina understands that she's conventionally attractive, her mother and family placed far too much emphasis on how she should present herself that it's hard to forget. While she knows she's beautiful, what she finds real pride in is her hair. It takes a great deal of maintenance to be so silken and perfect. (It also looks good in the hands of others...) Speaking of hands... she loves hands. Calloused, strong ones. All her life, Christina has valued hard work so muscles and hands are extremely attractive to her. However, muscles can come and go with genetics. There's nothing you can do to 'cheat' your way to the callouses on the hands of a man who knows how to use them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Christina cums very quickly, having little experience with sex and holding back her desire. It leaves her vulnerable- sensitive. That makes her next climax even harder and easier the next go around. She will never admit it, her face entirely flamed with embarrassment and shame if someone were to cum on her. However, there's something... primal, that she can't deny. A claim that feels innate to someone cumming on her. (Or in her, she prefers it without condoms anyway.)

D = Dirty Secret

She once broke the rules and bought herself a toy to use. However, due to her inexperience, she lacked any real knowledge when using the toy and had to toss it out without her parents or older brother knowing.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

None. Zip. Nada. She's been in romantic relationships, though they were fleeting. None of those relationships ever ended or began with sex however.

F = Favorite Position

Vulnerability is something Christina struggles with. She's so used to standing on her own that when it comes to sex, being on her back with her legs spread feels wrong. And yet, with the right person guiding her, caring for her. Hell, even worshiping her... there's no other place she would rather be.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

Not really. Sex has never been something Christina finds lighthearted and casual. Sex for her is intimacy, risk, and trust. When she has sex she wants to feel loved- seen. Though, with the right partner, she could grow to enjoy and even crave the brevity of jokes and teasing.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Very, very well groomed. Her hair is brushed, her body hair waxed. Christina has never even touched a dye bottle in her life so all her hair is dark black. It makes her body hair stand out against her pale skin, thus creating a greater need for maintenance.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic aspect)

Christina can be very intimate. She'll whisper through broken moans and gasps words of love for her partner. Her hands will find their face, holding them close so she can press their foreheads together and see the mix of lust and love in their eyes.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation HC)

... Often. More often than she would like. Nowadays, Christina has learned how to pleasure herself and do it well, the young woman using it as a way to de-stress after a long day of work or school. And she has a lot of long days most weeks.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Christina doesn't even realize that she has this kink. It's never been in the books she's read or on the movies and television programs she's seen. However, I believe she would love a free use relationship with her boyfriend. Just the idea of being so desired, so wanted, that her partner will just pull her clothes aside and take her right in the middle of her place is the hottest fucking thing to her. Out of all the kinks or things she finds arousing however, Christina has a huge breeding kink. She doesn't have a strong desire to carry anything to term, but the risk of it- the act of doing what she was supposed to be "made" for turns her on.

L = Location (Favorite places to fuck)

In BBD, she'll make good memories with Lane in the back of the Mad Dog storage room. With BB or Serkan, she'll find great enjoyment in the locker room when the rest of the mechanics are clocked out. And if Ludwig is lucky enough that she'll give him the time of day... then she'll find great enjoyment in the shower with him red faced and mesmerized. (Also less stinky...) However, on a more general note... her parent's bedroom. There's something spiteful about it that Christina enjoys, the fantasy of confessing that she did something so filthy to her horrid mother very very satisfying.

M = Motivation (What turns them on)

Hard work. It's silly to some perhaps, but Christina finds great satisfaction in seeing the guy she loves working out or straining themselves. She finds the pull and tautness of muscle eye catching, the sounds of uneven breath and groans of hard labor enough to get her panties wet.

N = No (Turn offs, things they wouldn't do)

Christina would be against anal conceptually, the idea of something going... there, unthinkable to her. She would never have a threesome either, the act something she would consider infidelity. Hell, even suggesting anything like that would earn you a death glare.

O = Oral (Pref in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Unskilled but a fast learner. She gags a lot and needs to be eased into it each time, but over the years will learn how to relax her throat properly and find immense enjoyment in giving her partner pleasure. When it comes to receiving oral, Christina hides her face- utterly embarrassed and ten times as shy to make any noise or show any reaction.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Both. Both is good. In all seriousness though, Christina is new to sex. Going fast and hard at the beginning is ill advised and she wouldn't find enjoyment in it. However, once she is opened and used to the world of sex, Christina would find herself preferring fast and sensual- think 'so obsessed with how tight and good she is you fuck like a rabbit'.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, How often they do it, etc.)

Thinks that it's a perfect way to de-stress and reward someone. Will do it whenever she feels the need, for example, before a long day at work or when visiting her boyfriend after a hard day of work. Despite her inexperience, Christina would be the first to recommend a quickie to her partner.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

Christina takes calculated risks. Her image is important to her. Her pride is vital. Anything that could jeopardize that or ruin the ways Christina views herself are things she is resistant to. (Not outright against, it entirely depends on the person she is with and the situation.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

Can't last very long, but is very willing to take as much cock as her partner wants. Ultimately, can last hours even if she falls limp and weepy in the middle of it.

T = Toys (Do they own any? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Used to own one toy back in her senior year of high school before throwing it out. Doesn't own any toys due to believing that they won't be effective for her, but under the tutelage of someone more experienced, can find a lot of enjoyment with things like handcuffs and blindfolds.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

A lot. She doesn't try to, per say, but Christina wants to see reactions from her partner. She wants to feel them lose control and go crazy because of her. If it happens naturally due to her tightness or moaning, that's great. But if she can't get it that way, then Christina will begin teasing and being very unfair/bratty in bed.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Almost silent. Christina learned that when she started experimenting with herself- her silence keeping her from being heard by roommates, family, or neighbors. However, if she knows no one else can hear, she'll squirm more and moan more. They'll be below average and breathy, words slurred and broken. Fuck her harder and take control if you really want to see her scream for you.

W = Wild Card (Random HC)

Christina digs her nails in and traces along hard scratches, presses her fingers where dark bruises have formed- all to ensure that any markings her lover gives her stays even longer. She also secretly enjoys showering or bathing after sex so she can part her folds and watch all the cum drip out...

X = X-Ray (Underneath their clothes)

She has a short frame with B cup breasts and long slender legs. Christina lacks any muscle definition on her body, but has a hidden strength from a very active childhood of various extracurricular activities. Her lips are pouty, neck thin and easily to grab in one hand- if you have a hand on the larger side anyway.

Y = Yearning (Sex drive)

Her sex drive is mostly tied to her hormones and ovulation. However, once she truly falls for someone, she begins to notice them. The way they speak, the way they move... and once all those things become attractive to her... there's no saving her partner. She's a fucking horn dog up there with the best of them.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

A distant crack of lightning streaks across the horizon- just beyond your windows in a flash of arcing yellows and whites. The subsequent crack of thunder followed after, a rumbling that shook against the walls of your crappy apartment. Thankfully, the curtains draped across the windows of your place managed to hide away the sight of the city's gloom at least, leaving only the pattering of rain against glass and howling of wind to set the mood for the evening.

You should have taken one look outside and felt nothing but dread.

Heavy winds and rains meant a godawful commute to work.

It meant cold, wet socks, an hour standing in the rain waiting for your coworker to open up, and the cold bite of the air seeping into your bones through your thin clothes.

Shitty weather also meant equally shitty, pissed-off customers in the same position you're in, seizing their chance to take their poor mood on another person.

That person being you.

So yeah, work should have been a weight on your mind; it should have haunted your trudge to the bathroom and kitchen.

Or it would have been all those things... if you were even going to work in the first place.

However... they wouldn't let you.

They haven't even allowed you to leave past your front door for the last half hour or so.

The two strays you'd picked up ages ago had made themselves comfortable in your apartment, two large men now making the place feel much, much, more cramped than usual. RB had taken off his helmet, tossing it onto the couch and peeling off his wet riding gear. Meanwhile, Werner managed to squeeze inside your living room after stripping down to his tank top and sweats, the mechanic having placed his gear in a neat pile by the entryway just so he wouldn't track any rain inside your place.

Your attempts to shoo them away to the streets were ineffective or outright and very blatantly ignored.

Rude.

The moment the front door opened, RB just... ruffled your hair and patted your cheek on his way inside. BB was right behind him, squinting down at his phone with one hand while the other found its place on your waist to wordlessly herd you back into your apartment.

Even the mention of work seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

"You're just gonna have to call in sick, kitty, can't have you going out- not with how the weather's been. Don't you know how dangerous it can be with the rain?" The massive fucking hypocrite mused, leading the procession into your bedroom and tossing himself right on the mattress as if your place was a second home.

In quite a few ways, it had become a second home to the boys.

The bed frame groaned in response, a stray pillow sent tumbling to the floor where it would be forgotten. The red biker patted the space next to him with a raised brow, RB unable to hide the smirk plastered on his face as he beckoned BB and you over.

Werner managed a huff through his nose at the RB's attempt at humor, still tapping away clumsily at his screen. Whatever he was doing had occupied most of his attention, though there was enough left for BB to help you right back into bed where you belonged.

"Stay." His order was short and clipped, those dark eyes of his drifting over to RB to silently command him to stay close and keep you right there. "I'll... we will take care of you. Just for today."

The last part was a lie, deep down you knew it.

They knew it too.

Both men cared for you in their own ways after all, Werner a silent sentinel watching over you from a normally respectful distance. RB on the other hand, injected himself into every nook and cranny of your existence- ensuring that you could never forget him even if you wanted to.

They'd seen you, your exhaustion, your strain for the past month or so. They had watched you burn the candle on both ends trying to meet deadlines and deal with the most unruly the late night shifts had to offer.

Tonight, it seemed, was where both decided to draw the line.

"It'll be fun," RB fidgeted with his hands, occupying himself by playing with your hair and bringing a small lock of it to his lips. His eyes, playful and brimmed with energy, gave a teasing kiss to your hair just to watch you fluster. "We can watch TV, binge whatever junk food you've got in the cupboards, maybe even paint our nails~."

"She doesn't have anything in the cupboards." BB deadpanned, pulling out one of your drawers and pulling a strawberry scented candle.

Hmm. He needed a lighter first.

Werner raised a hand in the air without looking over at RB, the mechanic catching a tossed lighter with ease before lighting up the candle and placing it right on your dresser. "I... tried to order something. There were some complications."

"'Tried?' Ughhh, I told you to use the app, didn't I?" RB rolled his eyes, raising a hand to beckon at Werner for his phone in exchange for the lighter. "Alright, hand it over Morkheim, I'll do it."

"I told you it would have been easier if I called." but despite the slight irritation in his low voice, BB obeyed, tossing the pink phone over before seating himself on the other side of the bed.

"Just hit the shiny buttons until we order something that's not wrapped in plastic. No offense, sweetheart."

None taken. You knew well what your diet consisted of most days and 'health' wasn't exactly a priority with a budget like yours.

Werner hesitated for a moment, stiff as a board with the edge of his ass seated by you. He ignored RB's teasing words and instead focused more on your proximity, unsure as to whether you'd be comfortable with him getting even closer.

It was only due to your expression, the sight of the exhaustion and relief in your gaze when looking between the two men did he gain confidence, Werner ultimately sliding onto the covers next to you with stiff limbs and an awkward shuffle across the mattress.

He smelled clean or as clean as Werner could be after work. There were only faint traces of gas and oil lingering on his frame tonight, the stronger scent of his soap from a quick visit home before he dropped by your place.

And from what tanned skin touched against yours when he turned onto his side... he was cold, his compression shirt clung tight around his arms and chest where the rain must have gotten him.

"Is... this comfortable? Too much proximity?" He asks hesitantly, eyes flicking over to RB for some kind of cue or warning look from the much more socially adept man. All he got was the sight of the other biker tapping through his phone and happily installing lord knows what into his device.

Useless. RB was going to be absolutely useless here.

And yeah.

He was already beginning to regret handing his phone over so easily.

"Werner, you're fine." Your words are breathy, lighter than normal- more cognizant of the space between you and your bikers. The room already felt small enough, but with BB's chest pressed against your shoulder and RB's arm pressed alongside your other arm: you were now effectively closed off from the world.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. Really, you worry too much, BB."

Werner smiled a little, how could he not with you? It was a faint and barely perceivable one, undetectable to those save for the ones that knew him well. His dark eyes drifted down to the top of your head, the mechanic leaving a slower, gentle kiss there with a low rumble in his throat.

There was shift of your breath he noticed, the way your shoulders stilled and those lips of yours parted ever so slightly. You tensed, not in the way one did when they were scared or uncomfortable- no. This, this was slower, almost hesitant in a way that made his heart pump just a little faster.

"So," RB chimed in, uncaring of and completely disregarding the moment the two of you seemed to be sharing. All he needed was a record scratch to really seal the deal regarding the abrupt intermission. "We want pizza tonight? Pepperoni? Extra cheese? Ooh- there's pineapple... They've even got a great combo deal on cheesy bread sticks and your choice of sauces if we get a pasta dish."

Silence was the only thing RB got in response, that and looks from both his kitty and Werner on the opposing side of your bed.

The completely unfazed RB looked between the two of you with a raised brow, waving the pink phone in his hand to emphasize the question lingering in the air.

"Well? I already put in her usual. We adding something or what? I got a liter of Sprite tossed in too. Be lucky I'm not tapping into this 5 for 3 deal because I could down an entire pizza all on my own."

Just how much food was he ordering...?

BB paused for a moment, tilting his head. The veteran was so used to communicating and emoting with his helmet on, that without, his mannerisms were somehow more doglike. Sure, a part of Werner was a little pissed that moment had ended at his hands out of all people, but he was first and foremost concerned with your well-being.

That meant your hunger and coziness took precedent over any pettier unproductive emotions about RB.

"Get the pasta. I'll pay for it."

Well now... RB wasn't about to argue with a free pizza. The red biker held out his hand and didn't bother looking up from the itemized list of food on Werner's phone. He waited for Werner to pull out his wallet and toss it over before placing the order in.

"Cool cool cool... soooo," He drawled out, his arm sliding around your shoulders and tugging you away from Werner and over to his side now. "With the storm, it seems like a lot of people are placing orders. I might have scheduled it to come in like, an hour? Two tops?"

"Two hours?! How much did you even order?" The thought of all that food when you had barely eaten anything for lunch was already making your stomach grumble. If you were at work tonight you could have taken a package of Twinkies or pink donuts to tide you over until dinner.

Now? Now you had to wait.

Two hours.

"Awww, come on, kitty, no need to be like that." RB chuckled, his voice lowering into a purr as he looked to meet Werner's harsh gaze. There was a pull on the corner of BB's lip, one of pure disdain for the wrench in your collective plans. "We just need to burn the time a little, help you relax properly for once in your life. No need to worry about the food either, you've got Morkheim to front the cost and the leftovers are going to be so damn good anyway so why would it matter?"

For the first time this evening... when both men looked at each other, there was a mutual understanding.

The matter was settled, you were getting food and getting pampered tonight one way or another.

Werner's hands were the first ones to find you again, more confidence in his touch. Calloused palms trailed up and down your thighs, feeling along your skin and giving slow, firm squeezes. His thumb moved in circles as he went, working the tension from your legs while RB slipped off of the bed.

The red biker tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor and using his foot to nudge it out of the way. That got a gruff noise to come from BB, the other biker wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you upright with him.

"She needs rest. Not... that." Werner argued with a disapproving look, jerking his chin to direct the comment at RB who stood proud and shirtless at the end of the bed. His larger frame shifted, the Norwegian now positioning himself comfortably with your back facing him so his hands could reach your shoulder blades and work the ache of lifting boxes away.

Each squeeze and rub was gentle, far more gentle than one would expect from a massage.. but Werner wasn't keen on pushing you tonight.

He was just using what worked for him after work- on you, just... less, he supposed.

"Food's gonna take ages to get here and she needs a break, so it's win-win." RB countered, bending over to take your hand and guide it up his chest to rest on the firm muscle there.

Go on, give me a squeeze he seemed to be saying with that coy smile of his.

"Besides, she's been overdue for a good sleep. No better way to tire her out than with some fun."

It would be pleasurable, that was undeniable. Efficient? Werner wasn't so sure about that.

Intimacy meant cleaning your place afterwards and leaving behind no trace. It meant tending to any bruises and bites and wiping tears in your eyes- leaving you potentially even more drained then before.

Intimacy also meant sharing. And he really really wasn't keen on that.

You weren't new to sex, certainly not with Werner or RB though, even if it was a rare thing for both men to share.

"I wouldn't be opposed..." Your voice caught their attention, any protests Werner had now dying on his tongue. It even got a laugh from RB, the biker reaching for his belt and giving it a tug to loosen the leather strap.

"... I won't permit unnecessary strain. Understood?" BB straightened his posture up, his eyes flicking down from RB to you, ensuring that this was what you wanted.

And it was. God it was.

How could it not be with these two men in your bed like this?

"Sir, yes, sir." RB purred, giving one end of his belt wiggle before offering it to you. He bent down to be eye level, his tongue flicking out to slowly drag over his lower lip.

He was liking the expression on your face, the blush, the need you just couldn't hide away fast enough.

And he needed more.

"Come on, help a guy out, baby girl." RB teased, sliding one end of his belt into your palm and wrapping his fingers around yours.

Go on. Pull.

Unwrap him.

You knew you wanted to- RB certainly did.

BB, not to be out done, moved his hands down your arms. It felt like heaven, those strong and calloused hands slowly working out the finger aches in your frame. But then, his head lowered down to your neck, rough lips parting to seal around the crook of your neck.

His breath was buried against you, his short dark brown hair grazing your jaw as a tongue flicked out- a prelude to the biker kissing and applying pressure to where he knew you would be most sensitive.

The pain started light and barely noticeable- just a grazing pressure as his teeth grazed soft skin. His canines were sharper than the average person, the stinging starting from where they met your skin and webbing as the biker littered your neck with small nips here and there.

Those hands of his didn't like being idle either, one tattooed hand tugged your shirt and bra up in a single yank- exposing you to the elements. The other lay splayed across the underside of your breast pulling you against his chest to keep you from daring to squirm away from him.

The air was sweet and heated, scented from the burning candle but also so fucking cold as they grazed your plump flesh. Just a taste of it was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

That cold was chased away just as swiftly as it came, Werner cupping both his hands under both your breasts, the biker's thumbs now rubbing slow circles around your nipples just the same way he did when massaging you moments ago.

This was simply a massage of a different kind.

And fuck was it good- those worn, scarred hands of his giving you a pleasure no other man could.

There was simply no room for retaliation, no space for you to touch him in turn or do anything- aside from making the prettiest noises for your bikers.

Just the way they liked it.

And, in all fairness, those hands of yours were being occupied by the red biker anyway. RB had a loose grip on both your wrists, guiding them to his hips and crotch. One hand was pressed to his thigh, the other resting right over his crotch.

He didn't let go of his hold once he was done however.

Never intended to.

RB knew BB- knew what the Norwegian meant when you weren't to be strained tonight. It meant every thought, every movement you made was to be guided, every strain or burden carried.

Your only role?

Behave and take it pretty for them.

His larger hands remained wrapped around yours, your fingers secured around the zipper of his fly.

RB had every intention to make it a slow, agonizing experience as one, the teeth of his zipper came apart. And while his hand made sure you peeled him open yourself, his eyes studied every little reaction on that pretty face of yours.

God- he was hard, painfully so. Seeing you so easily worked up, whining under Werner's touch with red cheeks and parted lips. And with those needy, obedient hands of yours on his body- how could he not react?

"You like that?" RB purred, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, his thumb guided yours right over the weeping tip. The fabric was darker around his briefs, the slick warmth wetting the pads of your fingers as it touched his twitching member. "I certainly do, baby doll."

Fuck- that feels amazing. Your touch- addicting.

It was the only thing running through RB's mind, a low groan slipping past his lips when you trailed your hand along the sensitive vein of his shaft.

He just feels so fucking good when you're the one touching him.

And weren't you cute, being just as good at taking what Werner and RB gives you- their every instruction verbal or otherwise obeyed.

The elastic of his band snaps against his waist when you're made to peel the rest of his bottoms down. RB's erection greeting you with a spring, another slow bead of precum already forming at the tip.

He's eager tonight. Needy, even.

"Mmm- what can I say?" RB's was a little breathless, the biker taking a brief pause to kick off his pants and underwear. Then right back he came, climbing onto the mattress and taking his place between your spread legs.

His cock slapped against his thigh as he moved, eyes darkening as RB watched Werner kiss his way up your ear and jaw. "I like seeing my girl squirm and pant for me."

"Our." Werner corrected, a growl in his throat.

BB certainly wouldn't allow himself to be outdone by RB- especially in this. The other biker wasn't permitted to claim you like that- not with BB around.

You belonged to both of them. Any thoughts otherwise would have to be nipped in the bud.

One of your breasts was released from Werner's hold, the now free hand slipping down your stomach and palming the space between your legs.

Fuck.

Faen.

You were hot down there.

Wet too.

The fact that he could feel it through your panties and bottoms certainly not lost on the mechanic.

BB leaned his head over your shoulder, massaging and teasing your nipple with some light tugs while his large hand palmed and slowly stroked his fingers up and down- tracing along your slit right through your clothes.

No matter how much you squirmed, no matter how much your hips bucked or your back arched- there was no escape- not from him.

He needed more. Needed you to feel more. His hand traveled slowly up, nails digging slightly into the fabric as if lamenting the distance he was putting between his hand and your most intimate place.

Then he slipped his hand under the elastic of your panties, sliding even lower to finally feel you for himself.

You've been overdue for some attention haven't you? You've been needing him. Them- for a long while now.

Far too long in BB's mind. He should have anticipated this- cared for you long before it got to this point.

He wasn't about to let this mistake go uncorrected.

"Get her out of these clothes." He ordered, his voice louder- sharper, than the normal low baritones.

Authority, power, wasn't something he wielded himself- not often. However, he knew his way around orders and control better than most.

And considering the other man in this bed- control would be absolutely necessary for Werner.

RB merely chuckled in response to the order, completely unfazed by the authoritative turn BB had taken. The Norwegian had been calling the shots since the beginning anyway, setting the guidelines and expectations for all three of you.

This was merely... an escalation.

"Lean back, kitty," RB hooked his hands right under your thighs, lifting you with a slight grunt before crawling a few feet forward. Now, your back was completely pressed against BB's chest, your legs forced apart just enough for the red biker to start tugging your panties and bottoms down your legs. "Why don't you show us that cute pussy?"

But then he pulled the fabric down enough to see the wetness for himself.

God he had tried, he really did, to take it slower and tease you. He had been on his best behavior- keeping his own cock in check so that you could be eased into a mind-blowing fuck.

And RB had every intention to continue playing along and not rushing. Hell, just the thought of your hips bucking while you begged for more should have been appealing enough for the red biker to stay the course.

But who had time for that?

RB needed you now, wanted you now, and so long as your little guard dog wasn't biting- he'd take you fast and hard.

At first, he gave your bottoms a hard yank partially down your thigh, then another. RB hooked your legs together with a single hand, unceremoniously tossing your calves over his shoulder so he could finish peeling the layers off in one go.

BB on the other hand continued to tease your cunt between your clamped thighs, his fingers- nice and slicked- parting you and slowly dragging around the entrance.

For Werner, this was a tease, a sign of what was to come. The very tips of his digits starting to push in, stretching the very entrance out each time he did so. Then they would pull out, never giving you the full satisfaction of his thick fingers.

His other hand twisted your nipple all the while, a little rougher this time- reminding you that not a single part was to be neglected tonight.

That cry that came from those pretty lips of yours, the grind of your body against his... it fought against every ounce of control Werner had left. He was hard too- just as hard as RB if not even harder. The length of him was pressed up against your lower back, the tent in his sweatpants hot and firm against your cool skin.

Then it started to move. Forward. Backwards. The bed beneath the three of you gave its own moan at the movement, the bed springs giving to the sway of Werner and your bodies.

He was grinding against you, his hips rolling as he returned to giving more attention to the dark marks now slowly forming on your neck.

That's it. Moan. Mewl even louder for them.

The heat of your bodies , RB tossing your bottoms over his shoulder before spreading you out once more- your legs hooked over his shoulders.

Now, there was nothing stopping BB from having full access to your most intimate place- the mechanic sliding in two just to start you off easy.

A small mercy.

"Eyes on me, kitty," RB laughed, tipping your chin and forcing your eyes to meet. He was even closer than ever before, the pleasure overwhelming your senses at BB's hand leaving you perfectly vulnerable. "Wouldn't want to miss a second of all this, would you cutie?"

Adorable, really. The way you could barely respond in turn.

The biker captured your lips in an all-consuming kiss- his laugh muffled against your mouth. The kiss he was giving you was intense- the kind that erased what little thoughts could be running in your mind and forced your sole focus onto him and him alone.

No. No, he wasn't going to back with this one- not the way Werner would have done in his place.

He was going to consume you. His scent- his touch, his presence, digging its talons into you. Your every hitched breath passing from your lips to his, each moan and muffled cry buried under all the nips of his teeth on your bottom lip.

"Awww, baby babe." RB tilted his head, easing up just enough to let you gasp for air. "We haven't even finished stretching you out yet and you already look cock drunk. We really push you to your limit, don't we?"

"N...No-"

RB pulled away further and let you protest all you want, his movement slow enough to admire the slight bruise on your bottom lip. His tongue flicked out, licking up a stay string of saliva that still connected your lips together.

You tasted sweet... and coppery.

Oh wow- did he manage to draw a little blood from that kiss? Hot.

"Hmmm, I think we should take things real slow again," the biker purred, his hands sliding up your thighs and stroking over where his nails had held on tight. The whine in your throat when he traced over the stinging red crescents, the way your lips had plumped thanks to his apt attention earlier- it was making the idea of teasing and going slow fun again. "Don't you think, Morkheim?"

No response.

BB had already worked in a third finger in during your make out with RB, the way RB revved up your senses making your sex wetter and more pliable in his hands. You were almost there, almost ready for the real fun to begin.

"Oh come on, give me something to work with." RB whined, lifting your right leg and tilting his head to give the ankle a feather light kiss. "You get so protective over her, but even you have to admit it- she sounds good panting and writhing all tight in your arms, doesn't she?"

Even if I'm helping her get there too, the unsaid words evident from the sly wink RB shot BB. This wasn't just an act of care for you, this wasn't just sex- this was competition.

In a way.

Werner had slowed his hips, each grind methodical and punishing as he released your aching breast to tilt your chin ever so slightly. His lips pressed firm against yours, a curl of his fingers making you gasp for him.

The kiss was slower than RB's, almost sensual- the kind that you savor with closed eyes and curled toes.

The kind that overwhelmed your senses in the best way possible.

His teeth dug into your bottom lip, BB's tongue sweeping over where RB had just bruised you in slow, almost lazy flicks. Each time you dared to buck your hips, his fingers pumped even faster. And the faster he went, the tighter the tattooed arm stretching down your midsection was, effectively locking you into place.

BB needed to erase what markings RB had left on you, needed to reclaim every inch of skin the other biker had dared to mark up.

RB, on the other hand, found the attempt amusing. He didn't even mind helping Werner out. With a little effort, the biker hoisted your legs further up his shoulders and parted them wider to prevent any more squirming.

There.

Now, no matter how much you cried out and tried to clamp your legs; BB would always have full access to every single inch of you.

"You see what you do to him, kitty? No need for speaking- just dives right in."

That talkative mouth of his trailed down your ankle in yet another agonizing creep, RB leaving little bites and hickeys along the inner side of your calves and thighs. His tongue dragged along each one to savor the marks, providing you with the slightest relief to the stinging before his head slowly inched lower and lower towards your core.

The sight of him moving downwards got Werner to release your lips, the mechanic's attention finally drawn away from his work on you.

"God, and with a pussy that wet-," His head lowered, mouth parting even more to leave a harder bite on your inner thigh. "- that fucking greedy, it's a fucking miracle Morkheim hasn't-."

He didn't get to finish that sentence.

BB moved fast, his dark eyes narrowed into slits- the hand that had previously been stretching you out snapping forward.

His large scarred hand seized RB by the hair, fingers digging in hard and tugging-

No, yanking RB forward.

"You're too loud."

The other biker didn't even have time to react before his face was forced down hard against your cunt. RB's nose pressed up against your clit, his lips pressed up against your dripping entrance.

For the first time in a long time, RB gave a choked noise of surprise; eyes widening. He tried to pull away almost immediately, not to escape from the heaven between your legs mind you, but just to test Werner once more.

Even trapped like this, he seemed to find immense satisfaction in toying with Werner's patience.

BB's response: readjusting his grip before pressing RB down even harder and eliciting yet another noise from the other biker. A different one this time.

A moan.

RB's eyelids fluttered closed in bliss; lips parted, his Adam's apple bobbing as he hungrily lapped up and swallowed your sweet nectar. His hands took over where Werner had left off, the biker sliding in two curled fingers to rub against your most sensitive spot while he ate you out.

From behind, the pressure holding you down loosened. Cooler air rushed in to fill the space, teasing against the small of your back as BB started stripping down himself. Unlike with RB however, there were no zippers, no straps to contend with.

No, BB stripped down with the silent efficiency of a soldier, his eyes watching as RB held your thighs and forced them tighter around his ears.

And when he finished stripping down, the biker returned to your side just as silently as he had left it. The sounds of your cries and whimpers as RB squeezed tighter and got off on the lack of air he was ignored by Werner. The other man was doing his job, servicing you just the way you should be tonight.

BB's slicked fingers found their way to your back entrance- his chest hovering against your back. He could feel the tension traveling up your spine, the gasp in your breath as the realization dawned on you. And just seeing the flush on your cheeks was enough to get a dark chuckle out of him.

Fuck.

They weren't going to take turns- no- of course they weren't.

Any ideas of you being spared the pain and pleasure of being railed by two muscular men at the same time was foolish. In the past they had taken turns, even had you on your hands and knees while they took you from both ends. But BB was firm tonight. You were tired. Stressed.

You'd have time for rougher play another day.

Werner found himself easily penetrating and relaxing your body- a twitch of a smile on his lips when he saw the way you arched pretty little back for him. Fucking hell- he needed to be closer, his cock twitching at the thought of you squirming again on his lap.

"Lean back on me, you can take it." BB urged, already slipping a second digit in while his knees settled right under you.

His tattooed arm, having long pulled away from holding your jaw in place; wrapped tight around your midsection.

Even with one arm, even with your body fighting back more and more with each squirm and buck of your hips, BB lifted you with ease. It was like you were weightless, the Norwegian settling you right on his thighs with just enough room for him to continue prepping you with an additional finger.

The other man still devouring your cunt between your legs didn't even flinch at the shift in position. Seeing you lifted, being eye level with your entrance as your own slick dripped onto the sheets made RB bite his lip and whine a little from how good it felt.

He was still hungry for you, the way you were flushed, drooling, and twitching at the slightest hint of pleasure a sign of an impending orgasm.

One he was more than happy to give.

RB crawled closer, chasing after you with a purr of pure contentment in his throat. The moment he got close enough, his fingers slid right back into place, fucking your entrance hard and fast.

That's it.

Go on.

Cry for them.

You'll be good, won't you?

"Mmm- fuck, god you're so fucking sweet, kitty." RB purred, letting out a groan that traveled right through you and up your spine. "Don't look so surprised, yeah? You really think we'd play nice tonight when there's plenty of you to go around?"

Werner kissed the back of your neck, leaving stray marks and bites as he moved along your jaw. Your poor body was shivering, hovering over the precipice of a hard earned release.

"Be good for me." BB's low voice was a deep growl against the side of your head, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he commanded you. But Werner wasn't entirely without mercy, his lips kissing down your neck, teeth sinking just hard enough to send you over the edge in a mix of overwhelming pleasure and the perfect twinge of pain.

RB gave a loud moan when you came, your juices slipping down his chin and the feeling of your sex pulsing against his fingers. Your cries were sweet music to his ears, the biker redoubling his efforts to ensure you were forced to ride through the pleasure as you slowly came down from your high.

"Mmmn, fuck-," RB pulled away, his entire face flushed scarlet from lust. As he inched forward on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist, his thumb parted your folds, the biker admiring the way you twitched at the slightest touch.

Cute.

"I think she's all nice and ready, don't you?" RB mused, pulling his hand back to stroke himself in slow teasing movements. He could feel your teary eyes on him, the man fully aware of how you couldn't tear your eyes away even through the sting of your own tears.

"She feels ready." Two hands moved to cup the undersides of your thighs, Werner hoisting you just enough for the very tip of his cock to grind up against your ass.

You were still breathless, every nerve of your body tingling from your climax. And yet RB was lining himself up too, the biker giving his tip a small taste of your still very sensitive cunt with a small testing thrust of his hips.

They weren't going to give you a second of rest were they?

Fuck.

This was going to be too much.

This already was too much.

You knew it as well as they did.

Your lungs burned through gasps for air, eyes still stinging from the tears brimming in your eyes. It was as if every nerve was singed-

Whatever thoughts that could have been brewing in your mind died. Right there, in that moment.

It burned.

But god it was such a good burn.

BB let out a groan the exact moment he felt the tightness of your body stretched around his shaft. He had entered you from the back, giving you the tiniest bounces on his toned thighs to work you all the way down. The pain was complimented, however, by the toe curling euphoria of RB working his cock in a few shallow thrusts.

Both men froze in place, trying hard to rein themselves in so they wouldn't start moving before you adjusted properly.

Still- the feeling of being so thoroughly filled was nothing short of mind numbing.

It is one thing to fit one of the bikers inside you after all.

But two?

The bed practically was crying for mercy alongside you- Werner bucking his hips while his hands kept you suspended in the air with ease.

His grunts of effort were pressed up against your shoulder- mixed between pants of heated air and groans of pleasure. And with each bounce of your body in the air, BB shifted your weight further back, letting you fall back against the broad expanse of his chest for support.

RB on the other hand, folded your legs even further; forcing your knees as close to your shoulders as he could manage.

Seeing you look so teary eyed and delirious on pleasure and pain sent a shock of pleasure up his core.

You looked hot as hell like this, all teary and delirious on cock.

He just needed more...

The biker's tongue flicked out, dragging across his canines in a slow- almost predatory manner as his hips ground against your own to get a gasp from those lips of yours.

Those sharp eyes of his flicked down to your breasts, the red biker's mouth watering slightly in an insatiable carnal hunger before he captured one of your breasts in his mouth. Compared to Werner's fingers, RB was far more teasing, using his tongue to worship everywhere but where you truly wanted him. And with each flick of his tongue, he made sure to only give a feather light touch to there he knew you would gasp loudest.

The little fucking asshole even had the gall to meet his eyes to yours, his hidden smirk pressed firm against your tits.

Damned tease.

Time itself was but a distant concept, your two bikers taking their sweet time in unraveling your every bit of tension. But once that pretty body relaxed under their attentive care, the two began to move faster- rougher with you.

RB's chest pressed hard against yours, brows furrowed as he moaned freely into your ear. You were still so tight even after an orgasm- your cries so fucking needy for them.

And as those cries got more broken and desperate, he leaned in closer whispered filth into your ears. It didn't matter if BB could hear, it wouldn't matter if the whole world did.

He had every intention for you to hear all the of lewd praise that mouth of his could sing for you.

BB, on the other hand, moved in strong, controlled thrusts as he seized your lips in a sloppy kiss. His cock ground hard against your walls, the feeling of both their dicks rubbing against one another through your walls as intense as it was pleasurable.

"Don't be greedy- haaa..." RB panted, leaving a large bite on your shoulder before glancing over at Werner. "I want a taste too~."

Your lips were freed without a fuss, BB ducking down to continue to worship your neck and kiss away stray tears that had slid down your neck. RB slid in right after, uncaring of Werner's taste on your tongue as he moaned his pleasure right into your mouth.

Your reaction or rather, the fact that you could barely form one was clearly a huge turn on for both men.

They certainly liked seeing you try- to play at being coherent, a sudden surge of comradery forming between the two men.

Each time you tried to squirm, they fucked harder- faster.

RB and BB began to trade places, one man swallowing down your wails of ecstasy while the other occupied his mouth with the bruised skin of your neck and breasts. Then they switched, each one doing their part to ensure that you were being raced to a mind breaking orgasm.

Then they switched once more.

RB, with his hands far more free, reached down between your legs. He gave a chuckle when you bucked your hips, the biker tutting at your attempt before dragging the pad of his thumb in a few quick circles around your clit.

The edges of your vision were blurring.

RB couldn't simply be satisfied with just a lewd noise and tears. He needed to see you undone.

He needed to see you break apart on their cocks.

But of course, not before giving your clit a slow, torturous grind around the bud just to hear you squeal in BB's mouth one more time.

Werner on the other hand, was busy listening and watching your every twitch with immense satisfaction. The bubble of pleasure was building in his gut, the noises of his arousal sending shivers down your spine.

He was getting... close, but so was RB.

BB tugged on your bottom lip with his own, unable to hide the smirk of satisfaction on his expression from seeing you cry more. You were almost there, your thighs shaking in his hold- those cries turning into sobs of pure pleasure.

You just needed a push.

You just needed guidance.

That voice of his- the one he knew made you weak in the knees was almost gravely, like a growl had been building up far too long in his throat. His kisses got harder, deeper as he trailed them up your jaw, kissing side of your head before thrusting hard enough to earn him a squeal.

"Louder." He ordered, his hands squeezing your thighs hard enough for you to gasp.

"Look at him."

"Good girl, lean on me."

"You're trembling... hold on a little longer. You can take us."

Precum was beginning to ooze down their cocks at this point, RB's hip movements erratic and the filth he had been moaning earlier barely audible. Werner's movements got slower and harder, their thrusts becoming so out of sync that by the time one man pulled out all the way to their tip, the other was already burying themselves balls deep into you.

The springs on the mattress squeaked and cried under your combined weight, the cacophony of eroticism and lewd sounds loud enough that you wouldn't have been surprised to get a noise complaint later.

But you didn't have time to think about that, did you?

You were close, you were so so close-

Your orgasm came in a pathetic wail, hot tears slipping down your cheeks- the sight helping to finish the two men beneath you at the same time.

Werner came hard not a moment after, his moan only muffled by the press of his lips against the side of your neck. His seed slowly came out in thick droplets, sliding down the shaft with each erratic pump of his hips.

RB came much, much louder, completely disregarding any sense of propriety as he felt your broken name on his tongue. Any pet names, any sugary, flirtatious words dying in his moans. Those toned hips of his bucked even harder, the adrenaline junkie chasing the high of bliss between your legs like a feral animal.

It felt like an eternity, suspended between two men erratically pumping themselves in and out of your aching body. Every part of you felt used in the best way possible, your poor legs tingling from being held up for so long.

It ached.

It ached all over and if it ached now, there was no telling how you'd feel tomorrow night when you clocked into Mad Dog.

But it was well worth it, that you couldn't deny.

"You... you took it well, kitty..." RB breathed, pulling out carefully with a hiss. A weaker moan escaped his lips when he felt your walls still milking his cock, though he eventually managed to free himself with little difficulty. "We... we need to start fucking you like this more often..."

His spend dripped out, further staining the sheets below your prone body. BB, on the other hand, kept himself locked deep inside, his lips brushing against the side of your head and leaving a softer kiss.

A small reward for a job well done.

"How-," Werner let out a shudder, riding the waves of his own release well enough to keep his voice even. His head turned to RB to direct his question, that softer expression he had reserved for you turning neutral. "How much longer until the food gets here?"

RB leaned back, half his body hanging off the mattress to feel around for BB's phone. It had to be here somewhere, surely.

"Hmmm, let's see here." He mused with a breathless laugh, the biker flicking open the screen to catch up on whatever the app was saying. "Oh yeah, we still got time."

BB lowered your body ever so slightly, his head already tilted towards the direction of your kitchen. A glass of cold water, maybe a wet towel from the bathroom... his mind wandered slightly further, your ever stoic protector prepared to give the aftercare you deserved.

Then RB had to open his damned mouth.

"We've got just enough time for another round." the other man purred, reaching a hand down to part your folds just to admire the way his spend slowly oozed out. "What about it Morkheim? I think she can take it. She's a tough one, don't you?"

There was a long silence after, BB flicking his attention down to your fucked out expression. Your lips were parted, cheeks flushed a deep crimson from the exertion from being so thoroughly fucked.

But there it was, a hint of spark left in you.

You could take it.

He knew you could.

"I'll take the front." BB pulled out suddenly, lowering you onto your trembling hands and knees. He got out of bed, slower than he normally would- the only sign of exhaustion in his otherwise pristine form. "But first, she needs water."

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"Come on, you can say it- I was so much better." RB teased, entirely breathless as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and flopped back onto your now very well-used bed.

Werner didn't say a word, far too worn down to bother with a verbal response. Instead, his hand slid off the bed, feeling around for a moment. Once he found the pillow RB had knocked off the bed earlier, the biker's arm snapped, throwing it with a sharpshooter's accuracy right into RB's face.

RB took it with a laugh, swatting the pillow off the other side of the bed. A sharp ding of an alert caught his attention, BB's pink phone partially covered by the fallen pillow.

Huh. Seems like the food is right on time.

"Careful, provoking him like that." You fell against the mattress, your body and legs crying in relief to feel something other than the sweat slicked skin of your two bikers. Your eyelids were heavy, gaze droopy as BB carefully pulled the covers over your shoulders. "You're gonna get yourself killed with a mouth like that."

"Who? Me?" RB laughed, admiring his handiwork before slipping out of bed to slide on his underwear again. "Maybe, but you know I can take it well, kitty. Now you two wait here, I'll be back with the food."

"Come back in one piece."

"Always do." He waved a dismissive hand, sliding on his bottoms and combing back his hair with his hand. His back flexed with the movement, the sweat clinging to his skin as RB worked his pants on next.

The biker let out whistle as he closed the door behind him, reenergized despite the exhausting session the three of you just shared.

Everyone has had their bad days, Serkan Kacar certainly no exception to the rule. He had fucked up a job, accidentally broke a carburetor that would need to be reordered and of course, landed himself with the extra overtime and task of closing up shop all on his own.

He tried to be positive, reassuring you over text that he'd be home and to care for Pamuk, but it became concerning when midnight struck and Serkan still hadn't finished working.

The poor mechanic was running on fumes, down to his last monster energy drink and up to his elbows in oil and grease. What he need was a break, a reprieve.

What Serkan needed, was a proper pick-me-up.

"Prenses- oh, fuck," There was a dull clang of metal as the mechanic threw back his head, the locker door behind him rattling in the late evening. The fluorescent lights were burning his eyes, the stray moisture stinging as he tried to maintain composure.

But how could he? Not with how hot and humid it was in the Sweet Leash Motors locker room. Not with how warm you were wrapped around his cock.

His lungs burned for air through his mask, Serkan holding both his arms in the air to refrain from holding or tugging on you down there. His instincts screamed at him in protest, wanting more, needing more movement, but he promised you didn't he?

He promised he would be good.

And being good for his Prenses- his princess, meant no touching.

Then he felt the push, the slick drag of your lips down his shaft. When your nose met his groin, buried deep he could only let out a pathetic muffled moan.

He thanked the heavens, thanked himself for having the foresight to make... 'preparations'. To keep himself nice and trimmed down there just for you.

There was a small resistance at the very tip of of his sensitive member, it takes a moment longer than he'd care to admit for Serkan to realize it's you he's hitting. But then you push harder and he feels the give as the wet heat travels through his core and to the rest of his body.

God, he must be burning, his face- his ears too- they all have to be red hot. Serkan's instinct is to avert his eyes a little, to clamp his hand over his filtered mask and stop his trembling legs.

As you hallow out your cheeks and pull back, the mechanic finds himself almost buckling, your name a breathy prayer from his lips as Serkan looks down to meet your eyes.

Oh...the way you look at him, the way you're making him feel... Serkan had to dig his nails into his hands hard to keep from blowing prematurely. Even the sight of your saliva dripping from your chin and onto the cold tile was so fucking hot.

Without thinking, he reached out a trembling hand. His fingers curled around your chin, his eyes lidded as he wiped away a bit of drool.

Then your hands, the ones finding support on his thighs squeezed in a silent reminder.

Behave. Right.

No touching.

Serkan held his hands up again, angling his hips closer to beg for more attention as you resumed your work on him, the stress of work and closing up the garage melting with each slow, agonizing bob of your head.

You were right. You were always right.

It took three tries for Serkan Kacar to let you into his home.

At first, the suggestion took him off his feet and almost sent a rather hefty, nearly sixty pound tire crashing onto his work boots. A date? Together? Alone? In his home out of any place you two could go?

He loved the idea. Truly.

He wanted nothing more than to let you into his little corner of the world, to see you curled up and bonding with Pamuk while he did all the proper boyfriend things like gift you flowers and set up dinner for you. However, he lived alone in a small, cheap apartment and his mother would wring his neck if he let in a guest into his place as is- much less his own girlfriend of five months.

The second time he rejected the idea was less so an outright refusal and more akin to a postponement. He had cleaned his place thoroughly, washing any old clothing and using a package of wet towelettes to wipe down all surfaces of white tufts of fur. Serkan even went out and splurged on some good quality loose leaf tea, the kind his family would have been happy to serve back home.

What wasn't ready this time was him.

Most of his clothes had lingering smells of the garage and oil on them. He did his best to clean them, of course he did- he wasn't like some of the men he worked with- but there was only so much one could do at the nearby laundromat.

So came the third try, one week later. Serkan decided to bring it up when you when he thought it would be most appropriate and what better time to plan a date then right at the end of the last one?

The two of you were walking home together after a short lunch in the middle of his tight schedule. He was nervous, always, but certain that this time, everything would be perfect for your arrival- insistent on it even.

Yet despite being the one to set up the time and the date of your dinner, there was a loud crash from the other side of the door by the time you knocked on his door. Then, his apartment opened up to you with the strong, earthy and warm scents of something wonderful in the kitchen.

Though, oddly enough, it was followed by a strong, almost acidic lemony smell. Huh.

"Oh! You- you're a... a little earlier than I was expecting." Serkan laughed a bit, almost unrecognizable in a clean button up shirt. The starchy fabric was a little wrinkled, the first few buttons of his top undone as if it had been put on in a hurry after his shift. There were even droplets of water glistening at the very ends of his dark hair, your boyfriend left without a single trace of Sweet Leash Motors, at least for tonight.

God. He's just so cute, isn't he?

"You look very dressed up tonight, special occasion?" The tease was almost instinctive, his precious reactions far too appealing of a target to miss.

The tips of his ears were the first to redden at your words, the shift in his complexion almost too subtle to notice... if it wasn't for the way he suddenly found great interest in the far wall beside you.

"Well, yeah! It's our date, right? I know I didn't get the time wrong." His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, a softer smile directed at you when he managed to gather up a little more courage. "But if you need to go early or cancel-"

"Relax, Serkan." The command had an instantaneous effect, Serkan feeling his ribs and chest ache as he felt warm hands on his shoulders.

Your hands to be precise.

It was your hands that were on him, touching him. In that moment, he could have sworn he was blue screening or something.

He could feel your fingers trailing along the underside of his collar, hear the slight click of the back of your nails against the buttons as you redid his shirt for him. The two of you had held hands, linked arms- even kissed a few times- sure! But this?

This felt more personal. Intimate.

It was dangerous and addictive feeling. One that made his mind yearn for more, to dare to dream of more, to fantasize- even for a moment, of many more nights just like this one.

Serkan felt like an lovesick idiot for thinking of something so corny. His coworkers, his friends, they would bully him relentlessly if they knew, wouldn't they?

These kinds of... things- they were the things they put in movies and books. It played up the idea of love and made it feel so otherworldly, like something alien he'd never get to experience for himself. It was something he was better off consuming from a safe, detached distance.

With you though, he's felt his palms sweat, his heart race, and his face burn hotter than he knew it capable of.

And for the first time in his life, just now, he may have felt his heart skip a beat.

The rookie mechanic didn't dare move, didn't dare speak when he felt it- that gap in his chest, the pull of whatever was inside trying to right itself again.

He simply let your hands button him up, his warm eyes wide with sheer unfiltered awe for you, for how much power and pull you had over him- even over something so seemingly benign and small.

"...Thanks, for that." Serkan gave an awkward laugh, pulling his head and body away a little. He hadn't even realized that he had lowered it in the first place, only that the rather sudden, shorted space between the two of you was beginning to make it harder to think and breathe. "Come inside, please. Pamuk, she's very excited to meet you, prensesim."

He backed away, gesturing to the entryway. Multiple boots and shoes were neatly paired and piled up, three pairs of brand new slippers in different sizes. His dark eyes flicked between your shoes and the slippers, the mechanic running some calculations in his head before using his foot to push two ill fitting pairs aside.

There. Much better.

As if summoned out of thin air, a purring little feline took the chance to dart between Serkan's open legs and proceeded to curl her body around his feet. She flicked her tail, clearly pleased to see that she hadn't been forgotten tonight, turned her attention to you and raised a paw to bat rather aggressively at your shoes to test the waters of this familiar yet strange figure.

"Dikkat et Pamuk-" Serkan chided with furrowed brows, stooping low to pluck the cat up before she got in the way of your entry. The white cat, in turn, merely gave a long crying mewl at his words. In her own way, it was Pamuk protesting and mourning the chance at introduction with you, now stolen from her.

Why was she not permitted to greet you in the doorway? He certainly was! The indignity of being handled like this certainly wasn't lost on the cat, even as Serkan carried her all the way to the safety of the couch.

Any of her whining would have to be reserved for safety of the living room. The furnishings of Serkan's place were bare and simple as you entered was simple and sparsely decorated. And due to Serkan's efforts the past few weeks, squeaky clean.

With how little it there was to see, it was as though the mechanic had been content to live off of what furniture was provided for him when he moved in.

It was freedom he desired after all, not necessarily comfort.

"Do you want tea?" Serkan offered, already moving to try and take your bag or jacket, ever keen on playing the attentive gentleman with you. "Water?"

"If it's alright, I'll-" Your response was cut off by a loud blaring alarm from the kitchen, Pamuk, sensitive to the sudden noise fled under the couch while Serkan immediately whipped his head towards the noise and made his way across the room towards the open kitchen in large strides.

"Kahretsin-" His curse was light, hissed under his breath as Serkan ran to the stovetop, your footsteps seconds behind him.

The source of that lemon scented smell you had smelled earlier was stronger here. Whatever cleaner he must have used on the tile came back hard to bite Serkan in the ass as he turned around the kitchen island and ran one step further.

Almost comically, the mechanic slid half a foot against the tile, his feet tripping over the air and Serkan falling to the ground the moment your body collided with his back. The impact sent the two of you falling forward, but Serkan was thankful he was at least fast enough to turn and hold you so he could take the full blow of the floor below.

"Eughh..." He let out a low groan, his hands instinctively resting on your hips and squeezing just to make sure he had cushioned you properly. No lumps or broken bones from the feel alone. That was a good sign.

As for him... the back of his head stung a little, but it wasn't anything severe.

He'd had worse at work after all, Serkan knew he would be fine.

"Prenses?" He stiffened a little, suddenly all too aware of your breath on his neck, your lashes ticking the side of his throat. "Are you alright? Did you hit your head? Shit, I should have cleaned the floor before work..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt you rising off of him, your elbows and forearms propped up against the sides of his head.

His mouth felt dry, your noses brushing against each other. There was another moment there, that clenching, suffocating yet addictive feeling in his chest building. The same one from before.

Only this time, you were so close. So so close... he could feel your breath slowing, matching his own. His dark gaze fixated onto yours, watching almost intensely as you stared at him, then his lips.

Your head leaned a little down, his rising up to meet you in the middle. The food, the alarm, nothing seemed to register until the two of you naturally finished leaning into each other's gravity and shared a slow, longing kiss.

You're warm.

God you're warm.

Soft too.

It's the first thing he thinks when your lips move and your eyes close. You're warm and there's no where else he'd rather be. He could die here, right in this moment and die a happy man.

If only he had known that you were out there, that there was someone like you in this world that could make him feel like this- maybe he would have left home a whole lot sooner...

The kiss doesn't last as long as he'd like. His lip part slightly when the pressure lessens, his breath sucked through his teeth when you two reluctantly part- a weak sound coming from his throat as his lidded eyes slowly open to search for your visage.

There you are. The glow of his kitchen lights casts what Serkan thinks is a fitting halo around your head, the soft dew of your lips the only thing that he can process in this moment.

"I'm fine, really, you worry too much." Your words made him smile dumbly, how could they not? There wasn't a thing about you that could fail to light up his face- his life. "Come on, the phone is still ringing. We should get up before things burn above us."

Oh. The food. The date. Right.

"Ahhh-," Serkan blinked a few times and nodded his agreement, letting you climb off of him before he got to his feet. The tavuk şiş- the kebabs, were ready, the sizzling of the yogurt marinated chicken and veggies now filling the room with an even stronger scent than before. "Right, here, um... come help me with this then."

After getting the two of you onto your feet, Serkan gives the both of you one last glance over to ensure there wasn't any injuries. Thankful the both of you were alright, he takes shorter and more cautious steps to his phone, effectively shutting down the alarm with a few taps of his phone.

With the alarm off, Serkan turned his attention to the stove. He was unfazed by the flames as he plucked and moved perfectly charred and golden skewers off of the hot pan and onto an awaiting plate held in his other hand.

Each skewer was the same size safe for one he had purposely made smaller and more suitable for nibbling. Serkan's bright smile flashed a bit as the mechanic picked up a smaller skewer and raised it to his lips. And after giving it a few puffs of air, he cooled the chicken down just enough to eat.

Serkan also passed the plate to you, letting you occupy your hands so he'd have all the more reason to feed you himself.

"Here, have a taste, it's my mother's recipe." He tilted his head a little and gave the skewer a little shake, that warmth in his expression brightening even more when he sees you eat.

The sight of you eating and enjoying his cooking alone is all he needs to ease the lingering embarrassment of the fall and the dull subsequent pain. "Isn't it good? She adds a little more cumin and uh, well... Maybe...I could show you how to make it next time."

"Next time? We've barely started this date and you're already planning another? Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"Oh, ah..." Serkan gave an awkward laugh at your words, pulling back the partially eaten skewer and sneaking a bite of his own while the two of you migrated towards the kitchen island. "Too fast? I'm not sure how people date in America. Everything here seems so big and everything moves so fast, it's hard for me to tell if I do it correctly. Properly."

He waits until he hears you place down the plate at the table, the mechanic already heading back to the stovetop to ladle some lentil soup for the both of you.

This job, he could do himself.

"I think we're moving along just fine, unless..." Your voice trails off, teasing him just enough to raise his head from the pot and have him flush an even deeper scarlet around the ears and neck. "You wanted... something else?"

There was silence then. Serkan thinking it over, genuinely thinking it over- ruminating over what he truly wanted. What was the right thing to say and ultimately... what you wanted too.

And not being one to hide his affection all that well, the truth came easier than he'd have expected.

"I want everything with you. I want tomorrow and the day after that," He made his way to your side, placing two bowls of soup down neatly besides each other. Right where they belonged. "And I want tonight. If... if that is alright and not too strong."

Silence once more drapes over the air like an old friend. For a moment, there's just the sounds of the gas stove burning away while Pamuk peeks over from the couch, watching the scene with something akin to feline amusement. To her, witnessing this budding courtship was the most fascinating thing to happen to the apartment ever since the small mice infestation a few months ago.

"...you know, you're a lot smoother than those boys at work give you credit for."

The observation doesn't seem to shake him, Serkan, if anything, just did what felt right in response. He stepped a little closer, let his feed hands trail down your arm to interlace your fingers together.

Yes, this felt much better. This felt right.

"They told me to be 'honest'. In a way. BMW told me that it would scare all the wrong women away at the very least," Though, in hindsight, Serkan... wasn't sure whether it was genuine advice or simply the Norwegian pulling his leg. "And I like you. A lot. You make everything just...better."

"Better?"

"This. Everything." He used the empty skewer to gesture a bit around the room before setting it aside and heading into the kitchen. "Cooking, working, sleeping. It all feels new. In a good way, of course. Though sometimes at work, they've started to smack me on the back, telling me I smile too much and that I'm distracted now."

"Oh. Am I distracting you, Serkan?"

That got a laugh out of him as he tugs you a little closer. His smile, ever present, only growing wider as he popped open his small fridge to retrieve some onions, cucumbers, green peppers, and tomatoes. Then he used his hip to close the damned thing shut.

Last thing he needed to make was çoban salata. And now, at least, he had help. "Prenses, I'm still not sure I even know how to think around you. Distract... is too small a word, you know?"

He reluctantly releases your hand and in exchange, offers a few of the onions to you for peeling. The mechanic's other hand feels around the drawers, Serkan searching for a blade to chop up the veggies. "What I do know... is that I really, really like this. Just us, together."

"I would hope so, you certainly put a lot of effort into cooking all this just for me."

Serkan took the peeled onions from your hands when you were done, his lips meeting you cheek for a moment as he, traded it for a spare knife and tomatoes now nestled in your hands.

"I wanted to... impress you, yes." Serkan admitted, his face a little warmer as the two of you worked side by side, his hands correcting yours and the mechanic demonstrating what he wanted with each vegetable before letting you finish the job. "But I think, even if I didn't- if it was just the two of us and Pamuk, i would still feel the same."

"Uneasy?"

"Obviously." He gave you a small elbow, your shoulders brushing as he helped to scrape the veggies into a clean bowl. "Happy. I mean, happy."

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you, the mechanic leaning over, his lips pressing against the top of your head. "And you? Do you feel the same? Would you feel the same?"

"I think I would." Your response was easy, made easier by the affectionate kiss to the side of your head, Serkan closing his eyes and pressing more of his weight against your side as Pamuk jumped down from her perch to join the two of you.

"Be uneasy?" Serkan echoed, teasingly, though a part of his heart clenched- hoping that what he felt... you did too.

There's something about birthdays once you lose the rose-tinted glasses of adolescence. Things pass in a blink of an eye, becoming a small blur in the backdrop that is late night shifts and cold dusty apartments.

For Yona Debré, it's just another long night in a series of long nights.

Her coworker does nothing, as per usual, and even her bike seemed to rebel today just to rub salt in the wound by burning hotter than normal and being far too difficult when she tried to turn into her apartment.

Now the damned thing is chained up outside, placed in timeout for the evening while she sluggishly stripped out from her uniform and fumbled into the hot shower.

Tonight, even closing the bathroom door seems like a chore.

"Fuck." The curse slips out of Yona instinctively. It's not as angry or as charged as she'd like, more so a pressure valve of relief as the hot water melts the tension in her back and arms. She rubs at her arms a few times with a lathered bar of soap, grimacing to see the grime from taking out tonight's trash slipping down the drain.

More steam rises, providing stray bits of moisture to the rest of her apartment and what few plants are still alive at this point. The open door lets in the chill of the rest of her rundown apartment, the rumblings of vehicles and honking of the city a backdrop to the relative silence of her shower.

She doesn't text them, not tonight. From the picture Werner sent when she asked him what he was up to, the mechanic should still be elbow deep in the underside of a pickup truck trice her age.

Well, probably. The image he sent was barely visible, taken from what Yona could only assume was the undercarriage of the truck. Hell, the only reason why she even knew it was a truck in the first place was the black truck emoji the biker sent afterwards.

Truly a great conversationalist, isn't he?

And as for... him. Sending him a text at this time of night- at the speeds he rides is no better than putting an actual hit on his life. Her red biker wasn't exactly the kind of guy to pull over and park to text.

Knowing how stupid he could be, he'd try to thumb out a response while going 145 mph. Maybe he'd even send her a picture of his speedometer just to get a cute reaction.

Twisting the knob of her shower, Yona braved the cold of her apartment, fumbling beyond the cheap plastic curtains for her towel. Her knuckles knocks a few empty dye bottles from her last touch up, another curse slipping past her lips- this time for forgetting to toss them out.

Once she manages to find her towel, Yona heads to the entry way, hoping to hurry to her room and get into some pajamas. Maybe she could curl up tonight and have some warm tea, maybe a good book might-

She stops. The hairs on the back of her neck stand, her instinct driving her to tighten her hold around her towel and tie it properly around her chest.

Something's not right.

The room- her apartment is simply too dark, even for this time of night.

And that's when she realizes it, her brown eyes flicking down to the crack under her front door, the flickering cold florescence of the hall eaten up by a large dark mass.

Someone was at the front door. Whatever tension or fear in her system dissipates the moment she recognizes the loud knocking of the man on the other side of the door however.

There was an idiot at her door, one who moved with far too much confidence for his own good.

"Hey kitty," A flirty voice calls out from the other side door, RB giving it another good round of knocking just to make sure she couldn't ignore him. "I heard the shower running, you can't hide from us tonight baby girl." 'Us', was it?

Correction. There were two idiots outside her door.

"Well if you know I just came out of the shower, then you know I'm a hundred percent not going to open that door," Yona held her head high as if they could see the indignation on her expression, using her foot to give her front door a light kick in response to the knocking. "And stop knocking so damn loud! I have fucking neighbors and it's like what- 3 am?" RB paused for a bit, clearly wanting to ask how Yona knew he was seconds away from knocking once more... but then lowered his arm and swallowed the comment. Just once, he'd behave.

It was her special day after all.

"Awww, come on kitty, we'll be gentlemen! Promise! Tell her, Werner."

There was a pause of awkward silence as Yona started to pull her clothes on, opting for baggy dark brown pants and a cute off-the-shoulder top and tank top combo. Then there was an awkward cough on the other side of her door. BB most likely adjusting his collar.

"We... can sit outside your door until you are ready."

Yona bites back a small smile when she hears BB receive a small slap to his back, the tired young woman picking up her motorcycle helmet by the door, finally dressed and ready to receive her two friends.

"Okay, okay. I won't make you wait out there. Knowing you two, we're gonna leave soon anyway." She opens to let them in, her eyes widening to see BB holding onto a cardboard box with both hands. RB stands alongside him and was casually against the door frame. However, what truly shocked her wasn't just the sight of two men in full riding gear but the things they showed up at her doorstep with.

The outside of the box is slightly tinged with the leftover oil on BB's riding gear, though... there's a noticeably sweet scent coming from it. However, it all is secondary to the most amusing and annoyingly eye catching part of their whole ensemble. Both bikers have tightly drawn strings wrapped around their helmets, cheap glossy party hats topped with paper pompoms angling off the sides of their helms. With RB, his little cat ear horns keep the hat from slipping off, though it now rests at a jaunty angle.

For BB however, the poor party hat looks one wrong head turn away from falling entirely. It's only due to his stiff posture and straight back that the hat keeps it's place at all.

Snapping back to the present, Yona placed her hands on her hips and squeezed down hard to try and stifle any laughter. That ultimately failed, a snicker causing her to avert her head and hide her smirk behind a fist.

"Come on, we worked hard to surprise you!" RB whined, tilting his head the other way and leaning closer to her with a smirk practically dripping from his voice. "You can give us a little more than that, kitty. Come on Morkheim, show her our hard work."

BB lifts open the top of the present as requested, each movement careful as to not disturb the contents inside. Then he lowered an arm, holding the box out for Yona to see.

It was a large, circular, dark chocolate cake, the whipped ganache frosting glossy and piped on beautifully. Chocolate covered strawberries decorated the outer edge, the tempered dark chocolate drizzled with a ruby red strawberry syrup. The same syrup was also used for the message centered in the middle, a neat "Happy Birthday Yona" written across in windy, flowy script.

Well, that was what Yona was supposed to see when she opened the box.

What she ended up seeing was a more akin to an oval-shaped cake with one side of it pressed against a wall of the box, the poor strawberries lay scattered alongside the bottom, rattling against one other as BB shifted his weight. Even the birthday message was distorted, now giving her a "Happy Birth, Yona" instead of the intended message.

That's when she started laughing, a hand coming up to cover her mouth as Yona saw Werner stiffen in surprise before quickly looking down too to take in the sight.

His surprise was palpable, as if he had expected something else entirely. If it was even possible for his posture to stiffen more, it did, Werner standing at attention before trying to think of what was the right thing to say.

"I made a mistake," Werner coughed, averting his gaze and tilting his head to the side. There was a streak of red as he blushed deeply though whether it was out of shame or embarrassment was anyone's guess. "I permitted RB to handle delivery and meet me here at 0230. I apologize."

"I was being careful, I swear!" RB held his hands up, ignoring the sharp, very accusatory turn of BB's visor to him. Even Yona raised a brow at that, causing him to raise his hands even higher. "I was on my way here and I just took too sharp a turn, that's all. You understand, don't you kitty? It's still almost in perfect condition."

Yona just dismissed his excuse and whining with a wave of her hand, but deep down... she knew. If RB drove the way he normally did, her poor cake would have been smashed to pieces.

This... this was him being careful.

"So, did you buy this?" She asked, tactfully moving the conversation along before the two men could start anything. Her eyes flicked upwards, the golden specs twinkling under the cheap bright lights as Yona gave the two a smile. "And why are you two dressed like that? You don't have to wear your helmets indoors and the party hats were... unexpected."

"We baked the cake. At my place." Werner explained, closing up the box and pulling it just out of Yona's reach at his side. "I had a cleaner oven... and more room in my fridge."

"Then yours truly decorated it at my place this morning." RB threw an arm around BB, tugging the taller man closer. "If we let poor Morkheim here bake it and decorate, you'll be picking egg shell out of your teeth all night, sunshine."

"I am inexperienced with cooking, not incompetent." Werner lowered his voice a little though he did little else. It was clear the 'arguments' between them were lighthearted- men being men, really.

Yona rolled her eyes and stretched to the tips of her toes to yank the cake box from BB. He let go of it easily, obedient as she used her hips to open the door.

"And you both are annoying me already." She cut in, turning her back to them and leading the way to her fridge. "And on top of that, you're avoiding my second question entirely."

BB ducked his head, following inside and letting RB close the door behind them. With two large men crowding the kitchen, they've practically formed a barricade, RB taking up post by the counter while Werner awkwardly stood guard at the doorway.

"Well, no point in taking off the helmet if we're gonna ride tonight, right?" RB shrugged, absentmindedly opening cupboards and drawers to nosily see if anything new had spawned since his last visit. "And the hats... well-" A snicker, muffled and low came from his helmet. "Tell her Werner."

"They are... a tradition." Werner tries not to look as Yona bends over to finish securing the cake in her fridge, his eyes glued to the far wall and sliding glass doors of her balcony. "RB suggested they were needed for the occasion."

"Well... sure, but I'm 22. I think I've outgrown party hats by quite a few years at this point." Her head turns, Yona glancing between the two hats and biting back a smile.

Now it's RB's turn to laugh, the biker almost dropping a geode he had been playing with while BB blushed even harder. It was a setup, clear as day, one that Werner had walked into in his desires to make her day special.

Before he could raised a tattooed hand to remove the hat, Yona intercepted. She snatched his wrist, feeling the racing heartbeat under her thumb as she pulled his stiff arm closer. "Come on, it was cute, Werner... thanks for this. Both of you."

"Alright, alright, if you get too cozy like that you'll break a man's heart." RB teased, taking this chance to push away from the counter and place the gemstone in his hands back to its rightful place. "Let's get going, sooner we hit the road, sooner we can get back and actually eat my little masterpiece."

Werner gave an affirmative nod, pulling back to unzip his riding gear and slide his jacket onto Yona, her shoulders barely grazed by his calloused hands. She did her part, removing his little party hat and putting it aside for him.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" Yona mused, BB lowering his helmet a little at the question... the helmet a little too low. Her eyes follow, then pause, realizing there might have been another reason why Werner's gaze was a little flighty tonight.

Her hair. She hadn't dried it- at least not properly anyway. Stray droplets were sliding down the valley of her chest, RB too smooth to make a big deal of it while BB clearly found himself taken by the sight.

Warmth bloomed across her face, Yona quickly wrapping the jacket tighter around her chest while Werner fumbled with zipping the the front of her gear all the way up.

The scent of gas and oil mixed with the smell of her shampoo and conditioner, his lingering body heat from the gear enveloping her arms and neck in a way that feels more intimate than she expected.

"She's so flustered, how cute~" RB mused, plucking her helmet from under Yona's arm and slipping behind her.

Now she was effectively sandwiched between the two bikers, BB slowly and carefully fastening the rest of her gear while RB's chest bumps against the back of her head.

RB's gloved hand tickles the back of her neck, pulling a lock of blonde hair behind her ear to tuck it out of the way. It's... tender- affectionate in a way that twists the stomach into knots.

Whatever scent he has on mingles with the smell of grease and oil as he pushes down and wiggles the helmet securely over her head.

"Let's get going sweetie, before this position gets a little too comfortable if you know what I mean..." The purr in his voice is evident- RB clearly unable to help himself as he seized the chance to tease both of Werner and Yona at the same time.

And that was enough for Yona to feel her face burn from under the helmet, her hands quick to swat RB's touch away so she could click her helm into place on her own.

Werner pulled back took his place by the door, opening it for Yona and extending a hand.

RB on the other hand, slung his arm around her thin shoulders and giving his girl a tight squeeze, guiding her to the exit and to BB's side too.

The two men escorted the birthday girl down to the ground floor, three bikes propped up close to one another. Werner's was secured with a simple chain to the right of Yona's ride, RB's bike unchained and to the far left.

Her bike had shifted positions since she parked it, placed more correctly upright and with the wheel clearly replaced as only one was caked with dirt and wear while the other looked, well, it looked brand new.

"I replaced it." BB explained simply, moving to her ride and helping her on while RB pulled his own bike onto the road. "The air pressure was leaking and the grooves were too worn down."

That certainly explained the rough ride home tonight... and also explained why Werner showed up at her place earlier than RB.

But when did he notice something was up with her tire? And just how long had they been planning this night out together?

"Oh shit... thank you, Werner." Yona blinked away her surprise and had to bite back a smile, her visor flicking over to Werner as she plugged and twisted her key. The engine roared to life, BB waiting for her to start turning onto the street before he'd join her. "I needed this. Really needed this."

"Well, kitty," RB gave a twist of his throttle, his red bike giving a loud purr that caused a few apartments to light up. "Where are we going tonight? Dealer's choice."

"Really? Anywhere I want to go?" Yona teased, her mind forgetting the stresses of work and bills and instead looking between the two men flanking her ride.

Werner nodded simply, leaning forward against the front console. There was a faint smile in his voice, the biker nodding towards the horizon. "Wherever you want to go. We follow."

"You sound real serious about that. You promise?"

"A little... I've seen it on the sides of roads. Although not like this..." He muttered, squinting at the drink before giving it a small shake. For Mychael, who liked keeping his trysts to the modern human world short, soda was just crushed litter that filled the sides of roads and forest paths. Shiny litter, but litter nonetheless.

He gave it another shake, hearing the slosh of liquid inside.

Oh no.

"Wait!"

Your raised voice instantly cast a spell on the recluse, Mychael as still as a statue, only his his widened eyes daring to shift over to you across the table. Did he do something wrong?

"Just... be careful." You warned, placing a hand on his tail and lowering the can to safety. "It might blow if you shake it too hard."

Mychael's gaze turned fearful as he looked down at the nuke you had just brought into your shared home, a cold sweat sliding down his back.

Blow?

Now that would certainly explain all those crushed pieces of aluminum wouldn't it?

He placed down the can as gingerly as possible before pulling his tail to safety. Then he looked over at you an awkward smile given in thanks for such a dangerous gift.

Amusement, the corner of your lip was raised at the sight of him. Oh... You must have been joking... probably.

"I'm only teasing," Your confirmation lessened his worry as he watched your retreating form fetch two cups and crack open the can, the fizz bringing another twitch to Mychael's ears as he watched foamy liquid begin to be portioned out for the two of you.

"What does it taste like?" He asked, taking a cup from you and feeling a light mist hit him as he took a precursory sniff at the drink.

Not much to note smell wise.

Interesting...

"This one is lemon flavored. I'm pretty sure they take some flavored syrup and then inject carbonated water into it to make soda."

"What's car-bun-ate water?"

"Uh... I'll explain it to you another day," Mychael nodded at this, happy to settle for one new piece of information at a time. Carefully he tilted the cup and then took a deep sip of this mystery drink.

It stung against his taste buds... but not in any overly painful way. And there was an almost sickly sweetness to it. Like berries a little too ripe into the season, just, he supposed, without the berry flavor.

He could sorta taste the lemon flavor, perhaps lemons were different for the humans that made this drink. Or maybe it was a type of lemon he couldn't forage for or buy around this area.

Either way... it was good.

His best friend's laughter brought his attention back to them, a finger bring pointed at his tail.

"I can see you like it a whole lot," You mused, watching his tail wildly whip back and forth. It stopped the moment you pointed it out, a dark blue spreading across Mychael's ears and face as he frantically tucked the wayward tail away.

"I-It was really good, the drink. Kinda weird, but in a good way!"

"Well I'm glad you like it, it's not the best thing to have all the time but if you want, I can grab a new flavor every once in a while... let you see try them out and see what you like." The offer was almost as sickly sweet as the drink he could still taste on his tongue, Mychael looking down at his now empty cup before giving a small lick of his lips and nodding.

"Yeah...yeah, I think I'd like that, please..." he whispered, the shy request bringing an unnoticed smile onto his guest's face.

The only thing it did manage, it seemed, was make the tired Captain all the more aware of the little plots and schemes being seeded around him. Not that he'd do much about it mind you, those matters were probably best left to the General or Sorcerer.

Still, it wouldn't hurt for some of these nobles to at least try a little harder. Even a child would be able to see through their thinly veiled promises and idle threats.

The sounds of nervous shuffling brought his attention back to one of the more persistent officials. Some lackey that was sent here to pressure the Crown no doubt. A gangly, unfortunate-looking one at that. Why were they still here?

"Were my words not clear enough?" Azad tilted his head a little as he studied the shorter figure before him, his glare making the poor official shrink back as if the look alone had struck them. "The Crown is currently preoccupied with important matters."

A complete and utter lie, but a believable one.

"Well, yes, I-I understand," The official stammered, fiddling with their hands as they frantically jerked their head left and right, searching along the empty corridors of the palace. Unfortunately for them, there'd be no one else to lend them aid at this time of night. "It's simply that the Mîrs were very insistent that-"

"They can and will wait till morning. Unless the situation is dire, I suggest you heed my previous warnings." Azad corrected his head, glowering down at the official who was quickly developing an interest in his khopesh, the metal shining under torchlight. "I will not repeat myself again, nor will I allow you to disturb the Crown's peace. Now go."

Though there was really no need to, Azad made the subtle movement of resting his palm against the hilt of his blade, finding a great deal of amusement as the official swallowed.

Without a moment of hesitation and with a flurry of apologies and deep bows, the poor sod dismissed themself. And once more, the hall was refilled with a blissful, beautiful silence. "... Are they gone?" A muffled voice called from behind him after a few minutes had passed. His Crown's voice.

"For now, yes," He nodded at an invisible guardsman, moving to enter the room just as said guard smoothly took his place outside the Crown's chambers.

"Thank goodness," The weary voice of the Crown breathed, paired with equally weary golden eyes. Azad couldn't exactly blame them either, anyone in their position would have been worn down by back-to-back meetings and a lengthy court session that, truth be told, went absolutely nowhere. Still, they managed a smile upon his entry. "I knew I could count on you to save the day."

"As much as I appreciate your thanks, it may be a little premature," Azad grinned, his posture relaxing now that he was off duty or as off duty as a Royal Protector could be at this time in the evening. "I've only postponed the inevitable. You'll have to deal with that mess in the morning."

A long groan came from his Crown, the ruler of Arsur springing up from their desk... only to wander a few steps and fall rather unceremoniously on their bed. "I need no reminders, thank you very much."

Azad stretched a little, feeling the slight pop of his joints that accompanied the familiar ache in his body from being so active for the past few days. The poor protector was so busy in fact, that the last time he could even remember being able to wind down like this with his Crown was...was...

Damn, that long, huh? He couldn't recall the last time they were together like this- being able to have each other all to themselves. The two still regularly trained together, but this was a different matter entirely.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" He then asked, clearing his mind and taking a seat beside his Crown who was now laid out on their side, facing him with a small frown on their face.

"I think I should be the one asking you that Azad," Their eyes studied him, the Royal Protector raising a small eyebrow under their scrutiny though he kept any retorts to himself. "You look... awful."

Surely he didn't look that bad, did he?

With a small laugh, he leaned against the back of the chair, glaring a little at his lover though his hazel eyes lacked any real fire. "You've got little room to speak yourself."

The Crown gave a small mock gasp, their body seeming to reenergize from the banter alone. "Excuse you, I thought I looked rather nice today!"

"Three meetings ago perhaps."

"Hmm... You didn't deny that I look nice though," With little effort, the Crown rolled on their stomach, elbows propping their body up while their chin nestled itself in the cradle of their hands.

Azad rolled his eyes at that one, the faintest warmth beginning to wash over his cheeks. "You're even worse than the Pale Sword somehow. Congratulations, it's no easy feat." Moving to stand and eager to change subjects, he gave his Crown a rather pointed look indicating that he was quite aware of their attempt to dodge his initial question. "Wait here, I'll go-"

"Oh no," Though still remaining playful, there was an intensity behind the Crown's words that did manage to make him pause for a moment, the ruler moving to get off their bed to push Azad back down into his seat with a gentle hand. "Stay right there. Get yourself comfortable while I go find someone to make a run to the kitchens."

The Crown didn't even wait for his answer, giving him the briefest of kisses before hurrying to the door to catch the attention of some passing servant.

Azad, knowing when to pick his battles and still worn from days of work, simply relented and carefully undid the fastenings on his weapons; getting up to leave them on the bedside table.

There were words traded between his Crown and a servant, the Captain pushing what he could hear to the back of his mind as he undid the clasps on his silver armor with practiced ease.

By the time the door shut once more, he had finished placing the last of his gear by the bed, Azad glancing over his shoulder at the Crown.

"It might take a while but I did request a small cup of mint tea for you."

"With honey?"

"Naturally," There with a hint of smugness to the words, the Crown getting comfortable once more with their back pressed against the plush pillows of their bed, only this time, beckoning Azad to join them.

The ruler of Arsur tried and failed to hide their smile when seeing their Royal Protector getting on the bed and settling by their side, his head pressed to their chest, drinking in the steady beat of his beloved's heart.

"That was easier than expected. Do you plan on saving the protests for later?"

Now it was Azad's turn to groan a little, closing his eyes to give them some much-needed rest. "Only because I'm far too worn out to argue against your wishes."

"You poor thing." The sarcasm was dripping as he felt light kisses press themselves against his cheeks and the corner of his lips. "Perhaps you want to trade with me? I could send you to tomorrow's court session in my stead, surely."

The mere thought alone could give him a headache, the Captain shaking his head. With his eyes still shut, he returned the kiss in kind. "Enticing as that idea sounds, I think the Mîrs are best left to you."

"Ughh."

"I'll be just beyond the doors if that is any consolation."

That got a laugh out of his Crown, Azad's smile pressing up against where he'd approximated the Crown's forehead would be. Another kiss traded between the two.

"Any chance I could convince you to stand guard, by my side, this time?"

Another kiss, this time from his partner, soft lips heating the edge of his jaw.

Ah.

The Captain opened his eyes with a slow blink and studied the grin plastered across his star's expression.

So that was how they were going to play it, bribery.

"Perhaps." Azad kept his voice light, resisting the urge to smile as another kiss was planted on him, this time on his brow.

"And now?"

"Still unconvinced." His voice was a soft velvet now, an observant gaze picking up the slightest shiver running down his Crown's spine.

Cute.

Another kiss was gifted to him, this time directly on his lips. His arms made their move, wrapping around the Crown. With the softest noise escaping his lover's lips, he pulled them into an embrace. The two practically melted together, a kiss the Crown had most certainly meant to be chaste and quick now slowing as the two got lost within one another.

Spirits, he truly did miss this, didn't he?

Somewhere along the sixteenth or so kiss was when Azad finally lost count, or rather, when he simply stopped bothering altogether. Time itself seemed beyond his comprehension as the Captain thoroughly savored each little reaction he could get out of his Crown. Not that he minded, of course, Azad being the type to take his time with his love.

He eventually pulled away for air, forehead pressed against his Crown's as the two recovered from their entanglement.

"Well? Have I successfully persuaded you?" The Crown's voice was lighter now, breathless, and a touch sultry, the glimmer of gold in their eyes swallowed by the darkness of their pupils.

Azad paused a moment to consider the question, weighing the bliss given to him by his love's presence with the hours of senseless prattling he'd have to endure.

"Perhaps. Though I might be able to give you a solid answer... after we eat."

The look of confusion on the Crown's face was priceless, the tender moment between them was cut off by a knock at the door. Azad seized the chance to get off the Crown and straighten himself out, though he did clock the look shot at him by his charge.