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Mozzie's hands made contact with the seat of his dirt bike as he felt that weightless bliss curl like a live wire in his stomach. He had been practicing his Superman jumps and every time he felt the clench of his fingers against his bike, seeing the whole world stretched out beneath him, he felt invincible. He had broken more bones than he could count, both during ops and during practice, but his love of flying was stronger than his fear of falling.
Dominic watched from the sidelines as Max remounted his bike and hit the ground hard with a perfect landing. That was some impressive skill. The Aussie skidded to a stop as Dom walked onto the track. Max was panting, vibrating with adrenaline, as he pulled his helmet off, running a hand through his mussed hair.
"Lookin' good, Goose. Are you as smooth in bed as you are on the track?" The biker purred. The German was kitted out in his full leather gear; boots, jacket, tank top, gloves, and his helmet, visor raised. The chilly fall air tried to curl its fingers into their tight, protective clothing. Dom's look was cutting, daring Max to respond in the affirmative. The Aussie huffed a laugh and slid his helmet back on,
"You lookin' to start something, mate? Getting lonely in that old drafty garage?" Dom's gaze was hungry. He felt the enclosing privacy of the track they were on. They could basically fuck anywhere and not get caught. Dom's fingers curled into Mozzie's collar. The Aussie's suit was too tight to hold onto. Dom snarled, rising to the bait.
"You wanna see how thoroughly I can wreck you?"
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Max dug his gloved fingers into the dirt beside his hips, feeling Dominic's smooth leather gloves, slick with lube, sliding deeper into his body. Mozzie was half-dressed, his bodysuit unzipped down past his navel, exposing his sensitive underside. His rigid cock bobbed against his stomach as he bucked under the German's probing digits. Max was gloriously skyclad under his suit, allowing Dom to completely overwhelm the Aussie's body with his fingers.
The debauched Aussie's ragged moan was muffled by his helmet, eyes swimming as he scanned Dominic's covered face. The German's visor mirrored his reflection back at him. There was something so arousing about their matching anonymity. Dom loomed over him dangerously and gripped the underside of his helmet, forcing Max to look into that visor as he drove his fingers in harder,
"Ohhhh, you're so thorough, mate." Mozzie groaned, those fingers pressing into his stretched hole. He could see Dom's own sizable erection straining in his leather pants. The Aussie clamped down on those meaty digits in helpless lust. Dom was working him over like it was his job and Max was finding it hard to catch his breath beneath that teasing hand.
The biker finally pulled his fingers free and undid the clasp on his pants. Max caught himself salivating. Dom's erection was gorgeous and leaking prejack already as he lined himself up with Mozzie's entrance. Those powerful biceps strained under the German's jacket as he held Mozzie's thighs apart, pressing in the barest amount; watching as Max's body swallowed him up. Dom pushed in to the hilt and Max tossed his head back against the dirt ramp, keening in unrestrained lust as Dom began a punishing rhythm,
"Too good for you already?" Dom's hips crashed into Mozzie's, pulling out and shoving back in with bruising force. The Aussie was drowning in his lust as Dom continued to pound into him, the sunlight glinting off of their helmets. Max felt a tickly trail of sweat snaking down his back, but the sweet torture that the rugged German was inflicting was more than worth it.
"Nnnngh, fuuuck me!" Max whined, his voice muffled and sex-drunk. Dom's throaty chuckle rumbled from behind his own visor and his hips sped up in response, making the Aussie twitch and buck, his cock leaking liberally against his tanned hip. Dom was going crazy for the man's clenching heat, sucking him in like it was all the shorty was good for. Dom's gloved fingers pressed his legs apart as he drove in like a man possessed.
"So good, baby." Dom purred encouragingly, his tight grip on Max's thighs making the Aussie twitch around him. The engineer was dangerously close to spilling. Dom was grateful for their walled off seclusion. The Aussie's moans were loud and heady. Max's helmet was fogging with his damp breath and Dom gripped that pointed helmet, touching their foreheads together,
"You gonna come for me, shorty?" Dom wrapped his gloved fingers around Max's straining hardness and tugged, earning him a desperately dirty sound from the Aussie. He matched his stroking fingers to the thrust of his hips and Max was coming undone under the German's teasing hands. He clenched his muscles and shuddered, spilling with a gorgeous cry. Dom lost it between those strong thighs as the Aussie milked him dry, his release pumping out into the prone biker.
Dom's seed was thick and milky as it dripped out of Max's abused hole. The cool air was making him shiver, even as they were both sweating inside their clothing because of the persistent sunlight. Dom wiped his glove on a grungy towel beside them and offered it to Mozzie. The Aussie took it and cleaned himself off. Once they were both dressed, Dom helped Max to his feet and pulled his helmet off.
The German's blond hair stuck up at handsome angles and Max stilled as Dom shoved his helmet into the Aussie's hands to pry Max's off. Dom curled his fingers into the collar of Max's suit again and crushed their mouths together temptingly,
"You think you want to join me later for a shower and I can see some of your other incredible tricks?" The German gave him a once-over and stole his helmet back, pressing a gloved hand to the small of Max's back, sliding their hips together, letting the Aussie feel the telltale press of Dom's half-hard erection, sealing the deal.
"Be there in a minny." Max replied, breathless and aroused all over again. The incorrigible German was definitely one wild ride.