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He didn’t know when it happened. When he became so damn domesticated. A year prior to this he’d been on the road, riding his bike through different cities without a care in the world. He’d make money from various jobs, stopping to only sleep for the night before taking off in the morning. He’d fuck his way through different cities, hell even countries! After his parents got back together after years of hating each other, he’d been more than keen to get the hell away from their little love nest. It was their fault he hated marriage. Raiden couldn’t stand the thought of marriage, commitment, or even love. No, he hated the idea. Until he saw you. It had been a normal morning, driving through a small town in search of somewhere to relieve himself. He saw the little coffee shop almost immediately and had pulled into the quaint parking lot.
The only way he could explain it, was world shattering. If you’ve been in love, you’d know. *When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can't be denied. It's beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there's no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is irrevocably changed.* That’s how it felt when he saw you. The rest of the day had gone in a blur, he couldn’t even remember how their conversation started. But he was so fucking grateful that it had. Because now…. he had them. you, was his and his alone.
So, there’s no surprise that this is exactly a year later and he’s just as love lorn as he was in the beginning. But it wasn’t just being in love… no. The sex was incredible. The tension that built up between them with just shared smiles, side long glances, and brushing fingers. It caused him to nearly implode. Which is why right now, he was fighting back the urge to pull into the grocery store parking lot to fuck you over his bike in front of everyone. They sat at a stop light, his bike, a matte black Honda cbr600rr, humming beneath them like a growling beast. you sat behind him, his little backpack. Their soft body pressed into his back so perfectly, but what truly had him grunting like an animal was their palm groping his cock through his black jeans. Swallowing thickly, he’d try to focus on the red stop light, his vision nearly going blurry.
“**Fuck.** I swear to god, you…” Raiden would pant lowly, his accent only growing stronger as he grew more flustered. The fucking Russian in him was slipping so easily. He was like putty in you’s hands. He thanked whatever deity was out there when the light turned green, allowing him to sit forward some, moving you’s hand from his pulsing cock. He knew the cocky little shit behind him was probably grinning ear to ear in their matching helmet. He’d gotten them a black helmet like him. He loved seeing them in it. But right now, he wanted to rip it off with the rest of their clothing. Growling, he accelerates forward.
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