"What are you doing?"
"Getting into the car."
"That's obvious, why?!"
"You need adult supervision while you're learning to drive."
"I'm not a kid! And since when were you so law abiding."
"I'm not. Now start the car. I don't have all night."
"Sorry for occupying your very busy schedule…" Takaba muttered and started the car.
Asami sat with his arms folded across his seatbelt, already looking bored with the situation. He was fully clad in his usual suit; Takaba couldn't imagine the 'anything-but-business-or-sex-is-a-waste-of-time' man wearing casual clothes. Takaba, however, was wearing jeans with a black t-shirt and trainers.
Suddenly realizing he had been marvelling at the difference in class Takaba willed himself to concentrate on the road.
"You'll find that's not the gear stick."
"Shit. S-sorry", flustered the newbie driver.
In the corner of his eye Takaba spotted Asami's trademark grin creeping across his face, which was illuminated by the city lights.
"If you wanted to test drive me then all you had to do was ask…or beg." The yakuza slurred with obvious amusement.
"Shut up, I'm trying to drive." Takaba exclaimed, his cheeks turning beat red.
"I know you like it when I penetrate deep inside you."
"Asami, if you don't stop-"
"Stop what, mind fucking you or this?" The older man reached over and squeezed Takaba's crotch.
"Whoa", the car swerved, but managed to dodge the oncoming traffic and pull into an empty private car park.
"Remind me never to let you drive my car."
"You could've got us killed!"
"I trusted your ability at escaping life or death situations", Asami replied.
"Besides, how is your groping going to help me pass my test?"
"It tightens your grip on the wheel, increases reaction time and makes you more aware of your passengers needs. So, now I presume you want to continue, why else would you have drove into such a secluded place?"
Takaba's eyes widened. "No way are we doing it in here, I borrowed this car from a friend."
"Then I will pay for it to be cleaned, which will defiantly be necessary after I've finished."
Asami unfastened his seat belt, leaned over the younger man and lowered his chair back. Meanwhile Takaba was struggling to unfasten his seatbelt.
"Hey, I said no."
"So this is the real use for seatbelts", Asami growled ignoring the pleas to stop.
"But I will help you with your belt if you want"
Takaba blinked at the show of mercy, but then regretted thinking he was safe when Asami undid the belt holding his jeans up and yanked his trousers and underwear off.
"Hang on-wait-slow down-"
With no time to brace himself, Takaba moaned as he was thrust into mercilessly.
"I know you want me to pound into you all night, but I have other appointments so this will have to be one quick round", Asami said, smirking.
And with that, he began stroking Takaba's erection in time with his thrusts. Slapping noises in rhythm with the pants and groans from the photographer. Then when both were about to come, Asami flipped Takaba over and gave one last deep thrust making sure their fluid spurt and dribbled onto the seat.
As he pulled out, Asami whispered into the boy's ear, "Don't worry I don't think the instructor will notice".
"I am sorry to inform you, Takaba-san, that you have failed your driving test for the following reasons: your grip on the steering wheel was damagingly tight, your reaction times were so fast they were jumpy and you were overly aware of your passengers to the point of paranoia".