America X Reader: Leather Studded

    Skylines illuminated by pink sprays of dusk, and the deep blues paralyzing the day, loosely engulfed the city in a night without the silver glow of bright stars left to hide behind the gentle sway of clouds which hovered the tops of skyscrapers like blankets of black consuming the world, and with it, the sleepless figures of those who dare wander it so late.
 
    The rider's eyes were behind the shade of their helmet, their blond hair escaping through thin cracks at the bottom as they gripped the handles and revved it up with the roar of sound flaring behind he and his clinging guest who said not a word behind their own thick helmet to disguise their face from being witnessed by those casting glances at the majestic scene of black riders sailing by on the shadowed streets. 

    Slick patches of shining streets were glazed with sleek water with the red glares of signs and neon casting off their surfaces, and the wheels of the powerful motorcycle kicked up backlashes of the cool puddles enough to send trickles of it down the back rider's heels even though they cared less that it left spots of mud along their pants as they braked suddenly at a red, gleaming traffic light at an empty intersection that kept them waiting.

    The mysterious phantom against his back chose to use that time at a standstill to perch themselves closer to the blond's back, and ease a pair of arms about the male's thicker waist. Their head tilted to lie closer to his back, the ebony helmet fitting awkwardly to the crook of his neck just as the bike roared again and kicked into a whole new speed that left a trail of thick dust to abandon their forms. 

    Bewildered, city-goers froze, standing off to the sides of the brick walls and stores in awe as the bike fled by so fast that eyes could never quite catch the gleam of the red paint sleekly done on the front and lower sides where the driver kicked down his legs, or the brilliant blue of the front cap which reflected white light beautifully with its watery shine so gorgeous that it looked polished and brand new as the city it tore through like a beast with its marvelous hum and wicked turns that drifted out around complex corners enough to make fellow cars come to a spontaneous halt just to glimpse its smooth exterior and how it purred for its mounts.

    Such a rider was Alfred F. Jones, who came to his final stop in New York by removing the heft of his bike helmet with a swing of blond heir left to flow out in layers that collapsed over the starry turquoise eyes no longer shaded by his visor. His teeth were white, a smile spreading over his boyishly handsome face while striding off the bike proudly and giving its powerful physique a pat to show his blossoming joy at its performance. 

    "Runs like a joy," He praised, and took in a breath of the city air still hazed with the murky scent of pleasantly cool rainfall. "Liking the ride?"

    His passenger was taking off their helmet too, a jerking motion suddenly allowing the strands of hair to cascade out from beyond its hold that felt compressed and framed to their face. Joyous eyes were comfortable with finding their lover in the dark, his body shape given an accentuating highlight through the nearby streetlamps that cast shadows yet behind his tall frame. He leaned forward to the bike as well just to feel the warm hand touch to his shoulder when they easily slid down to his neck and held to his collar from where he knelt. 

    "Never been on one," They said with smoothness in their tone. But he could tell they were thrilled by the experience by the way they still shook off the traces of wind from their body, which flattered such a perfect face that was the apple of his eye for more than he could behold. "I guess I have you to thank for the first try."
   
    "Was it worth getting a little wet?" He asked with a genuine grin over his peach complexion. He wore no glasses this time, his face naturally youthful and handsome with or without the dorky frames that gave his cheeks a chubbier look. And even without their touch, he was still as cute as ever with the way he was so giddy and ready to burst with energy.

    His lover took to smoothing their hands along his face, fingertips grazing along his cheeks and gathering into his hair as their lips formed the most sensual words possible in the midst of public eye.

    But they were alone in the lot for the time being.

    "What do you think?" His partner purred, sealing their mouths together intensely with Alfred's body being pulled over them in a heap along the sleek exterior of the motorcycle that tipped faintly off it stance just to work with their knotted forms that caused it to shift a bit on its planted wheels. Their hands wandered up his back, leather being grasped beneath clawing fingers that reached to his neck and fisted deeply into tufts of blond hair that richly seeped between their knuckles. 

    And beneath the milky glow of dusk, he loved them dearly. Leather-studded passion sparking between their lips as he fed into them his romance, and hissed through his teeth to continue their ride back to his apartment for some more fun.