moto.
goshiki tsutomu.
reader: gender neutral. pronouns unmentioned. second point of view.
warnings: a little suggestiveness, speeding, driving (motorcycles), cologne, a kiss to the back of the hand.
notes: goshiki is… yeah.
He's driving faster on purpose. You swear he is. No, his cologne isn't clouding your judgement. Your head is perfectly clear, and just so happens to be tucked into the crook of his neck where the scent is strongest. No cause for misjudgment. Neither was the sensation of his leather-gloved hands grasping yours over the bike's handle when you insisted on trying to drive first, or the current feel of his waist pressed back against your stomach, or those same hands picking up the ones wrapped around him to press a kiss on the back of them at a stoplight. The snicker every time your grip tightens as he pushes the pedal isn't attractive. His tousled purple-black hair isn't something you want to comb through. The world feels too hot because of the sun (even though it has set), not because of him. You are fine. You are perfect. You are splendid.
You are losing it.
Someone get you off this thing.
