ebonyfeather

primeval100

Ride

Becker followed Matt outside, enjoying the sight of Matt’s arse snugly encased in his motorcycle trousers. He watched Matt climb onto the motorbike, the leather flexing as he moved.

“You gonna stand and stare all day or do you want a ride home?”

Becker groaned, embarrassed at being caught, but Matt just smirked suggestively at him.

“Get on, and maybe I’ll let you ride something else later.”

Becker did, wrapping his arms around Matt’s waist, holding on, as they set off to the promise of a good night.

And maybe if he asked nicely, Matt would keep the leathers on…