This ride…

The motorbike purred to silence as Nut guided it off the main road, down a half-lit backstreet where no one ever lingered. Hong’s pulse was still racing from the speed, his arms wrapped tight around Nut’s torso until the engine stilled. When he finally let go, Nut could feel the lingering tremor in his hands.

Hong tugged off his helmet, breathless, strands of hair falling loose beneath the pink bandana tied at the back of his head. He was glowing — cheeks flushed from wind, eyes wide, lips parted in something between excitement and nervousness.

Nut leaned in without a word. With a sharp tug, he slid the bandana free, letting Hong’s hair tumble. Instead of pocketing it, Nut caught both of Hong’s wrists and tied them together, snug but not cruel, the pink fabric standing out against his skin. Hong gasped, his lips curling into the faintest smile — half startled, half thrilled.

“Nut…” His voice broke in a whisper, but Nut cut it off by pressing Hong against the cold wall of the alley, their bodies colliding hard enough to draw another gasp from him.

“You’re mine tonight,” Nut murmured against his ear, and before Hong could reply, his mouth was captured.

The kiss was savage — hungry. Nut’s tongue swept against Hong’s lips, forcing them apart, tasting the sweetness he’d been craving all ride long. He bit, licked, devoured, swallowing the soft sounds spilling from Hong’s throat. Hong’s bound hands clenched helplessly against his chest, but he arched into Nut, desperate for more.

Nut’s lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks — marks that wouldn’t fade by morning. Hong’s head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, every nerve on fire from the heat of Nut’s mouth.

The alley was silent but for their ragged breaths, the faint tick of the bike cooling behind them, and the wet, fevered sound of lips meeting lips. The danger of being caught only made it hotter — their secret burning in every stolen kiss.

Nut pulled back just long enough to meet Hong’s gaze. His grin was wicked, his thumb brushing the corner of Hong’s swollen lips. “This ride… wasn’t just about the bike.”

And before Hong could even catch his breath, Nut was on him again, kissing him deeper, hungrier, until the whole night dissolved into heat.