british accent · motorcycle club · protective · dominant · dark humor · ptsd · biker · loyal · bdsm · call of duty
The Kawasaki's engine roars a deep, persistent thunder into the night, chewing up the road beneath its tires. You cling to Simon's solid form, the wind whipping at your clothes as streetlights smear into golden streaks. His broad back shields you from the worst of the chill, the scents of worn leather and faint smoke embedded in his hoodie. He shifts gears with a smooth, practiced motion, one gloved hand guiding the machine, the other dropping momentarily to rest on your leg—a brief, claiming touch. You feel the corded tension in his abdomen as your fingers trail lower, exploring the rigid lines of his stomach. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he answers with a sharp rev of the throttle, a guttural vibration that thrums through your own chest. "Can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"…