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Another ride request comes in on Sion’s phone, and he takes it. Maeda Riku, from the airport to someone Sion assumes is his house.
Sion takes his car out of park and begins driving to the airport, no more than ten minutes from where he is now. As he does, he gets a message telling him to go to the 5th entrance, so that is exactly what he does.
Sion pulls up in front of the 5th entrance, waiting only for a few minutes when someone taps on the glass of his passenger’s side window.
Sion rolls down the window, and he looks at the boy standing there. Wow. Tan skin, wide eyes, a round nose, and soft lips. Sion gets entranced for a moment, and he misses what the boy says. “Sorry?”
“Uber for Riku?” the boy, Riku, asks, pointing at the car.
Sion looks at his phone. Yes, actually. “Yep.”
“Could you help me with my luggage, please?” Oh, the angel talks. Sion nods, opening the trunk of his car from the inside, and stepping out.
He meets Riku at the back of the car, where he finds him in… a skirt and crop top. Namely, a black pleated skirt and a white crop top with a design of a green star character with wings. Sion manages to not stare for long before he rolls up his sleeves, picking up Riku’s suitcase and loading it into the trunk. It’s like God knew he was weak for pretty boys, and sent him one in a skirt. “You can go into the car if you’d like.”
“Thank you so much, Sion,” Riku says softly, smiling wide. Sion is weak.
Sion closes the trunk and re-enters the car, finding that Riku opted for the seat right behind him rather than diagonally behind him. Whatever, doesn’t matter much.
As Sion begins driving, Riku starts humming. “It’s such a nice day out.”
“Yeah,” Sion replies. “May I ask where you were coming from?”
“Japan,” Riku answers. “I went back to my hometown for a little bit.”
Well, that explains his name. Sion hums. “I speak a bit of Japanese myself, actually.”
“Oh, really?” Riku asks, switching languages.
“I studied in Tokyo for a while.” Sion lifts his eyes to the rearview mirror, meeting Riku’s. “Where are you from?”
“Fukui,” Riku answers. He switches back to Korean as he mutters. “Wow, that's crazy.”
The ride falls mostly silent after that, a few offhand comments here or there. Sion keeps the radio on, but pauses when he hears a little sound from the backseat. Strange.
A couple moments pass and Sion hears the sound again—something between a soft moan and a whimper, strangely enough. Yeah, it’s definitely something. He looks through the rearview mirror at Riku, finding his eyes squeezed shut.
A red light comes up, which gives Sion a moment to stop and really listen. Riku pants a bit, and then it sounds like… squelching.
A peek in the rearview mirror. Riku’s eyes are still closed. Sion has his suspicions, and he knows this light is a long one, so he slowly turns around, careful to not make any noise, neck bending around the seat.
Riku sits with his eyes shut and bottom lip in his mouth, forcing himself to be quiet. His legs are open, skirt flipped up to reveal delicate, lavender coloured lace panties that he’s pulled to the side. He’s opted to be two fingers deep into his pussy instead, his other arm stuck out at an awkward angle that suggests it’s holding something out. His phone, maybe?
Sion whips his head back, face reddening. The light turns green, and he continues driving. With Riku seated directly behind him, it was pretty difficult to see, but Sion had seen enough. Now, as he drives, the sounds coming from Riku are even louder to him.
Sion could just… pretend he never noticed. They’re only ten minutes away from the end of the journey now anyways.
But then again, Riku is hot. Beautiful, even. Attractive to the point that Sion’s dick is pounding against the cage of his underwear, attempting to break free. And the fact that he’s confident enough to be fingering himself in the backseat of Sion’s car is inviting enough.
Sion makes a rogue turn into a quiet neighbourhood and parks on the side of the road. Riku doesn’t notice, even though Sion’s phone is yelling at him to turn around and take the correct route. He doesn’t care. He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns around fully, a hand on the passenger’s seat and the other on his own. “Riku.”
Riku opens his eyes and gasps, everything happening quickly. His hand flies from his cunt up to his face, covering his mouth, and his legs snap shut once he adjusts his panties. His other hand does, in fact, have his phone in it, and he drops it on the seat beside him. Not recording, but the camera is open.
“I— the— I wasn’t— well—” Riku stutters in both Korean and Japanese, eyes shifting anywhere but looking at Sion. “I’m sorry, I—”
“I’m not mad,” Sion says. He leans a little closer to Riku, and he finally meets his eyes. “Not necessarily.”
Riku’s hand drops a bit, now resting at his chin. “You’re not?”
Sion hums. “Well,” he begins, a hand moving to rest on Riku’s knee. “You’re pretty.”
Riku preens at the touch, but pauses. “What are you saying, Sion?”
Sion pulls himself into the backseat, settling next to Riku. He grabs Riku’s wrist and moves his hand away from his mouth. Riku is staring at his lips. Sion leans a bit closer to tease. “What do you want me to say?”
Riku breaks, surging forward and connecting their lips. Sion matches his energy, tongue slipping into Riku’s mouth. He sits back, pulling Riku onto his lap.
Riku pulls away first, immediately attaching his lips to the side of Sion’s neck. Sion runs his hands up Riku’s sides, hands travelling under his shirt and thumbs brushing over Riku’s nipples.
“Fuck,” Riku whispers, shivering. It prompts him to pull back, and Sion takes the opportunity to be the one kissing Riku, craning his neck to suck one of his nipples into his mouth.
Riku whines, grinding against Sion’s leg. “Ah—”
Sion grabs Riku’s hips, stopping him. “Not yet.” He points at the phone on the seat next to them. “What are you recording for?”
Riku blushes a deep red. “OnlyFans,” he whispers, clearly embarrassed.
“Go ahead.” Sion paws over the phone. “I’m not going to stop you.”
Riku slowly fumbles with his phone before propping it against the other side of the car. The frame cuts off their necks, just enough. The red button proving the camera is on stares at them.
“I’ll cut your name out,” Riku whispers. “It’s a pain, but…”
He interrupts himself by kissing Sion again, humping his leg again. Sion reaches underneath Riku’s skirt this time, groping his ass. As he does, his hand brushes against something.
“Is that—?” Sion holds it at the base, and Riku whines. “Are you wearing a butt plug?”
Riku gasps as Sion toys with it, tugging at it slightly. “I just like how it feels—Sion, please—”
Riku gasps as Sion flips their position, back against the car seat. Sion flips up his skirt again, pressing his hand against the wettest part of Riku’s panties.
“Shit, you’ve soaked through these.” Sion runs his fingers against Riku’s folds, making him whine again. “What a shame. They’re so nice.”
“Only because of—” Riku moans as Sion rubs his clit through the panties. “Because of you—Sion, please, don’t tease—”
“Because of me?” Sion asks. “Is that why you were touching yourself?”
Riku nods, wrapping his hand around Sion’s wrist, the other coming back up to his mouth. “Sion, please touch me, Sion….”
For someone who just said cutting out names was a hassle, Riku keeps repeating Sion’s like a broken record. He chuckles. “But I am.”
“You know what I mean, ah—”
Sion pulls his hand away to slip off Riku’s panties, throwing them onto the seat beside him and running his fingers back through Riku’s folds. “Oh, no wonder. You’re so wet.”
He pulls his fingers away and brings them to his lips, the taste of Riku lingering on his lips. He circles around Riku’s clit again, which gets Riku whimpering again. He grinds against Sion’s fingers. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“Easier when you don’t have to do it yourself.” Sion pushes two fingers into Riku at that moment, making Riku wail.
“Shit—” Riku lets his moans get swallowed into Sion’s mouth, whining. The sounds coming from his cunt are obscene, even as Sion weasels in a third finger. Riku’s hips push back against Sion’s fingers, slowly growing more and more erratic.
Riku breaks from Sion’s kiss heaving, head lolling back over the back of the short middle seat. Sion fucks his fingers into Riku faster, and Riku grips his shoulder hard, sinking into the seat.
“Sion,” he gasps, “Sion, don’t stop, please, I’m gonna come, fuck, please, I’m—no, wait—I’m going to—!”
Sion pulls his fingers out and Riku squirts, reaching the gear shift with it. Riku wails, even as Sion rubs his pussy, milking the rest of his orgasm. Riku drips onto his skirt, but it doesn’t look like he minds.
“Hm.” Sion lifts his hand to his mouth again, sucking one of his fingers. “You’re messy.”
He brings his hand to Riku’s lips, and Riku eagerly takes his fingers into his mouth. “You have nothing to say about that, Riku?”
Riku just looks up at Sion with wide eyes. Sion pulls his fingers out of Riku’s mouth, and Riku whines at the loss. “I’m sorry about your car,” he mutters.
Sion tsks. “You’ll make it up to me, right?”
“Uh-huh.” Riku reaches up to kiss Sion again, but pauses. He reaches for his phone and turns it off, leaving it ignored at the side.
Sion cocks his head at that. “You’re done?”
Riku nods slowly. “I want to enjoy this.”
He kisses Sion before he can protest. As they kiss, Sion pats around before he feels Riku’s panties again, picking them up. He pulls away, prompting Riku to turn sideways, and forcing the panties into Riku’s mouth.
Riku whines, it turning into a moan as Sion pulls him closer, kisses trailing down his body.
“Sion—” Riku groans, muffled, as Sion’s kisses approach his waistband. “Please…”
“Don’t worry, I’m getting there.” Sion flips up Riku’s skirt, kissing his clit. At this angle, he can see the butt plug that Riku’s wearing—a pink heart, nestled in tightly. “Your pussy can’t go two seconds without attention, huh?”
Riku shakes his head, grinding against Sion’s mouth. Sion alternates between sucking Riku’s clit and running his tongue through his pussy, deliciously wet and deliciously Riku.
It doesn’t take much for Riku to start panting again, words still muffled. “Sion, it’s still sensitive, fuck—!”
“Can’t imagine you sharing this view with anyone else,” Sion murmurs, using his thumbs to spread Riku open further before continuing. Riku’s thighs shake.
“‘S too much—” Riku reaches for Sion’s head and pushes him closer to his cunt. “So—”
Sion tongue-fucks Riku’s cunt for a moment before pushing two fingers in place of it. “You can come again, Riku.”
“I think I—squirt again—” Sion makes out between moans, albeit with difficulty because Riku switches to Japanese.
Sion focuses on sucking Riku’s clit again, making him cry out. “Come on, Riku,” he prompts, lightly biting down on the sensitive bud.
Riku wails around the panties in his mouth as Sion pulls his fingers out, squirting again. It’s not nearly as much as the first time, but still enough to coat Sion’s mouth and ruin his skirt further.
Sion sits up, Riku dripping off his chin. “I’ve got to get you out of this skirt.”
Riku complies, lifting his hips as Sion pulls off his skirt for him. He takes the panties out of his mouth. “Wait.”
Sion watches Riku reach for his button up, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “You want me to take this off?”
“I want to take it off.” Riku is quick with buttons, surprisingly, kissing all over Sion’s torso as he does. He slides the shirt off of Sion’s shoulders, then starts kissing down his happy trail to the button of his pants. “I haven’t made it up to you yet.”
He unbuttons Sion’s pants and forces them down to his mid thigh, already drooling over Sion’s boxers. He mouth’s against the outline of Sion’s cock, and Sion remembers just how hard he’s been this entire time. The wet spot on the front of his briefs grows with Riku’s ministrations, until Sion is fed up. “Stop teasing.”
Unlike Riku, he’s firm with his tone, and Riku freezes for a moment before pulling down Sion’s boxers, mouthing up his actual cock this time. When he reaches the top, he sucks the head into his mouth, looking at Sion with his pupils blown out.
Riku pulls back, just for a second, spits on Sion dick, and takes him into his mouth completely. Sion isn’t able to hold himself back from thrusting into Riku’s throat, just once, but Riku moans at the feeling.
“Shit, Riku.” Sion buries a hand into Riku’s hair. “Fuck, I don’t want to let you go home anymore.”
Riku giggles, seemingly, wrapping one hand around what of Sion’s dick he can’t reach. The other disappears between his legs, drawing circles around his clit if Sion reads his motions right.
Sion pushes Riku onto his cock a bit, listening to the sound Riku makes when he gags. His eyes roll back, and Sion does it again. And again. Riku moves his hands faster, moaning around Sion, and bobbing his head on Sion faster.
“You sound—” Sion hisses. “—Sounds so pretty when you gag.”
When Riku comes, his pace on Sion slows, and Sion tightens his grip on Riku’s head to start fucking his face. He doesn’t go too hard at first, not until Riku starts moaning again, and then his pace quickens.
When Sion comes, he only leaves the head of his cock in Riku’s mouth, throwing his head back. He manages to get his neck under control to catch the look on Riku’s face as Sion fills his mouth, completely enamoured with the taste on his tongue and nothing else.
When Sion finishes coming, Riku kisses his cock again, cum dripping from the edge of his lips that he hadn’t bothered to swallow yet. Sion lets him for a few more moments before pulling him off. “I just came.”
Riku swallows as if to say yeah, I know. “But you’re still hard,” he argues. “We can’t have that.”
Riku sits back and Sion stares at how wet Riku still is, but his attention turns to the small bit of white dripping down his taint from his hole. It’s only a little, but it makes Sion want to fill him up more.
“The shirt,” Sion demands, losing his own pants as well. Riku is quick to comply, and then he’s chasing after Sion again.
Sion kisses Riku again, and he’s starting to get addicted to it. He lays him down gently on the seats, replacing his tongue with his fingers, which he lets Riku drool over and suck. As he does, Sion rubs his cock against Riku’s folds, not pushing in, but just admiring how wet Riku is now.
He has to pull his fingers from Riku’s mouth to push into him, and goes to replace them with the panties. Riku shakes his head, though, looking up at Sion with pure lust in his eyes. “I want yours.”
Fuck. “Okay,” Sion replies, dazed, searching for his briefs and balling them up in Riku’s mouth. Riku moans at just having those in his mouth, and Sion is sure he’s going to go insane. Whatever.
He uses one hand to hold Riku’s leg up and hoist it onto his shoulder, and the other holds his dick as he slowly pushes into Riku. He’s so wet that the slide should be easy, but he’s tight.
Riku curses around the underwear in his mouth, and Sion flops over, groaning. “You’re so tight, Riku, fuck.”
Nearly the moment he bottoms out, Riku wriggles his hips, urging Sion to continue fucking him. So Sion does, each drag of his cock against Riku’s warmth prompting a groan out of him. Riku moans as each thrust is punched into him, tears welling in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Riku,” Sion murmurs, running a hand up Riku’s body and pinches his nipple. Riku shivers, but makes his best attempt of spreading his legs wider, inviting Sion in.
Sion takes it. He hoists Riku’s leg up higher, slightly lifting his ass of the car seat, and fucks into him faster, pressing light kisses on his leg. Riku moans louder and louder until he takes Sion’s boxers out of his mouth. “So good,” he babbles as the car rocks. “So good, Sion, love your fucking cock, fucking me so fuck—so fucking good, Sion, I’m going to come, don’t stop, please—”
“I won’t,” Sion assures. “I won’t, Riku, my pretty Riku.” He wets his thumb with his tongue and brings it down to Riku’s cunt, rubbing against his abused clit, and that’s all it takes for Riku to come, twitching with overstimulation.
“A little more, Riku,” Sion encourages, voice hushed as he bends over Riku. Riku seems familiar with being folded in half like this. “Just a little longer, fuck, you’re taking me so well—!”
Riku pointedly clamps down on Sion at that moment, and Sion comes. It feels like he can’t stop coming, Riku’s name hanging off his lips the way his was hanging off Riku’s. When he does stop coming, he flops over Riku, and the two of them stay like that, slowly heaving.
It’s probably five minutes after when Riku finally speaks up.
“Sion, you just tried to kill me.”
Sion laughs, but then he remembers he has yet to get out of Riku’s cunt. He forces himself upright again, slowly, and pulls out of Riku, watching the way his cum dribbles out of him. Unfortunately, onto his car seat, but the entire thing needed to be cleaned anyway.
“Fuck,” Sion gasps, and if he wasn’t so spent he would probably get hard again. “Riku, you look so good like this.”
“…Can you take a picture?” Riku asks quietly.
Sion turns and finds Riku’s phone under his button-up, swiping to the camera. He takes a photo, as per Riku’s request, but also takes a video. He scoops the cum dripping down Riku’s taint with two fingers and pushes it back into him, both getting his fingers dirtier and making Riku whine. He lifts his fingers to Riku’s mouth, pushing them in for him to clean off.
Riku picks up his panties. “I’m going to ruin these if I put them back on.” Instead, he balls them up, and Sion watches with his jaw dropped as Riku uses his panties to plug himself up, mostly stopping himself from dripping onto Sion’s backseat any further.
“Let me help you with the rest.” and Sion manages to lap at Riku’s folds under the illusion of “helping clean up”, but at least Sion got to eat his own cum out of him.
By the time they’re all dressed up and back on the route, the 30 minutes car ride has turned into being an hour and 15 minutes, but Sion doesn’t mind. Just as he lets Riku out of the car, a message comes in on the app.
@_chestnutku
When Sion searches the username on Twitter, he finds an account with a familiar bottom-half of the face. Chestnut. Kuri. Riku. It’s clever, Sion admits.
Sion receives yet another five-star ride rating. He gives one out too.