Revving Your Engines
"He's going to kill me."
It was all Pence could do to keep himself from constantly glancing at the garage door. His broad, three-toed feet clicked against the cement as his gaze danced between the entrance and the object that he knew would bring down Laran's wrath. It was a Kyroshin XJ-2500e, an overpriced and overbuilt rice bike designed for style over any real substance. They were an absolute flop in the American market and difficult to find but when Pence laid his eyes on one at the dealership he couldn't look away.
Every curve and edge of the bike was sleek. Just running his paw along it made him feel like he was touching something frictionless. The bike was in excellent shape, driven only once before used as a trade in on something more practical. Being three years older now and not touched by another customer since it's arrival, the dealer was only too happy to be rid of it. Pence, in turn, was only too happy to buy it.
That, of course, was only part of why he knew he was going to be dead.
Once he got it home he immediately started to tinker with it. The engine and most of the electronics were shoddily made and nearly worthless. He sat about tuning them as best he could, replacing parts without even considering cost. It was a desire, something that burned deep in his belly that drove his paws into a frenzy of action. He kept the work quiet so as not to draw Laran's attentions. His mate had little appreciation for 'fiberglass bicycles' as he called them. No, the azure beast of a dragon was a lover of choppers, low slung monsters with more power under the seat than a 747. Pence hadn't even originally been interested in bikes when they first met but the desire just seemed to rub off on him.
Which is where the rest of his impending doom was coming from.
Once the mechanics were done, Pence couldn't just leave it at that. There were accessories and outfits, helmets and gloves. The total nearly popped out his eyes when he finally bothered to look. Laran had just dropped his paycheck into the account and was likely going to notice the severe depletion of funds. Pence, being the only other person with access, would have quite a bit of explaining to do.
Pence swallowed hard, taking some level of comfort in the sleek feel of the armored leather bodysuit he'd picked up. At first it was a style issue but after wearing it now and again while Laran was away, it slowly developed into something more pleasurable to wear. With the protection more than ample for road rash, he'd take to wearing it barescaled, letting it cling so firmly to his emerald hide. Today was no exception as he felt the need to have as much of what he enjoyed as he could before Laran tromped in and likely had him sell it back.
A low sigh escaped his lips as he slid back onto the bike, feeling the seat under his rump and the sleek curves pressing against his back. He shifted his tail to the side, running his hand along the fuel tank and up to the handlebar. It pained him to think of being forced to part with this. Everything about it was sexy and it made him feel so...
He blushed as he felt the firm bulge at his groin press against the bodysuit's cup. A low purr rolled in his chest as he glanced down at the bike.
"To hell with it. If it's going away I'm going to enjoy it."
A smile spread over his snout as he caught the zipper of the bodysuit in a claw, pulling it down across his chest and over his groin. The suit could nearly unzip in half, a bonus he'd decided might be fun. A gentle hiss escaped his lips as the cool metal grazed along his swelling shaft, brushing down his sensitive slit and finally coming open to let his tail hang free. He let the suit drape off his prone form, spreading his thighs enough to lift his tail over the back end. The cool air felt nice over his scales, his thick dragoncock dribbling lightly over the ridges of his belly.
He slid his hand back from the handlebar, slipping it beneath his head and pressing the ignition button. The bike sputtered for a moment before it roared to life, shuddering and rumbling beneath him, sending a low vibration through his back and rump. Pence's forked tongue lolled out of his snout, his breath increasing in pace as he slid a paw down towards the base of his tail, gently teasing the pucker of flesh there with a talon. The bike bucked a little as it rumbled, arching Pence's lithe hips upwards and spearing open his tailhole on his clawtip. He hissed sharply, whimpering as his cock twitched in response to the sudden sensations. Aroused and eager, he slid his pawfinger deeper into his anal slit, whimpering as he spread himself open. The bike continued to rumble, vibrating through his forearm and wrist all the way down to his clawtip deep inside. His cock pulsed briefly, shooting a stream of clear pre across his emerald bellyscales as a low growl escaped his lips. It seemed the bike was equally good at being an impromptu sexual toy. The grin on his snout spread wider as he pressed himself back against the bike, feeling the vibrations echoing in his ribcage until they began to pulse through to the base of his cock. His free hand gripped the handlebar tighter as he ground himself back against the machine, pressing his finger into the knuckle and letting the engine do all the work. It didn't take long for his senses to numb from the pleasure, each vibration rocking through his body as he mentally begged for more. He didn't see the door from the house open or the grumpy expression on Laran's face turning to one of surprise. At this point, he didn't even care. Two fingers now forced open his backslit, his body tensing as he felt the bike roar beneath him. His shaft strained against his belly, splattering pre along his smooth scales as pools of it began to form on the floor to either side. Gritting his teeth he rocked up against his fingers before bucking down onto the bike, riding the wave of pleasure that wracked his body.
Suddenly, he felt his hand being pulled away from his tailbase. Through the haze of his vision, he made out a beefy form straddling the bike. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins as he realized who it was and how much trouble he was going to be in. Without a word from the azure dragon, Pence felt his arms being lifted up to the handlebars and pressed down against them firmly. A couple of zip ties in Laran's hands bound him to the bike, leaving him spread eagle across it's seat and tank. The dragon's paws then went to the tight chaps at his waist, reaching between them to unbutton the jeans beneath, releasing the thick, azure shaft that strained against them. Pence's chest heaved for breath, caught between fear and a sudden rush of lust. Laran leaned forward, his fat cocktip lining up with the emerald's tight anal slit, and kissed Pence deeply, twining his tongue around his mate's before plunging in with a single, brutal thrust.
Pence moaned into Laran's open mouth, whimpering as the powerful engine vibrated through his shaft as his backside was pinned to the seat by the dragon above him. His wrists tensed at the handlebars as his body tingled, arching up to meet the base of Laran's shaft before the other dragon began to withdraw. With each pulse of the engine, Laran thrust firmly into Pence, plowing his shaft deep within the emerald's backside, grinding his broad cocktip against Pence's already overstimulated prostate. The emerald dragon's body couldn't hold out for long against such an assault, his slit tensing as a ripple of pleasure shot up from his tailbase. His cock pulsed to life against his belly, spraying a steady stream of seed over his scales and even up across the firm contours of his pectorals. The tightness did nothing to dissuade Laran however, only speed his thrusts as he ground Pence against the bike. The spent dragon moaned as the stimulation from machine and mate kept his cock rigid and his balls pulsing. Orgasm after orgasm, each short and sudden, rolled through his body. His shaft strained as it pulled every drop of his seed from his aching balls, spitting it out between the two rutting dragons. Every pulse also clenched his anal slit tighter around the azure monster that forced its way between the sensitive lips driving Laran to pound all that harder against him. Soon Pence cried out, whimpering as the first dry orgasm shot through his cock and rippled down along his backside. The cries were silenced as Laran's snout dove downwards, forcing his tongue between the emerald's lips as his cock plowed home once more before erupting inside the velvety tunnel. The two remained locked in a moment of bliss, the bike sputtering as a misfire dropped the engine down to a sputter and finally silenced it.
Pence's chest heaved as Laran drew back slowly, his own breathing labored. The two of them smiled at each other as Laran trailed his broad paw along his mate's cum-soaked chest.
"So this is what you dropped all that money on?"
Pence blushed and nodded.
Laran grinned, "I'd say it was worth it to catch you like that."
The emerald blushed a deeper red as with a slow shift, the thick shaft slipped from his reddened anal slit. Laran sliced the zipties with a claw and gently lifted his exhausted mate up into his arms, carrying him gently into the house. Pence purred softly and licked at Laran's neck.
"Does this mean I get to keep it?" He asked, as pitifully as he could manage.
Laran smirked and chuckled, "Only if I can catch you like that a few more times."
"Deal." The emerald grinned up as the two of them reached the bedroom and disappeared inside.