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"I'm not sure about this, Rafael."
"Just relax."
"Please... it just feels wrong..."
"Does this feel wrong too?"

Mokuba bit his lower lip as Rafael feasted on his loins, sucking vigorously at his half-hard member as he buried his face in his groin. Mokuba desperately tried to dry-hump the air, twitching and gasping beneath Rafael's demanding tongue as he ran his fingers through his lover's hair.
He bridled another moan as his gaze drifted upwards...
Rafael, lifting his head slightly without interrupting to please Mokuba orally, locked onto Mokuba's gaze before narrowing his eyes at him. Mokuba's cock slid out of his mouth with an obscene plopping sound as he grabbed his thighs and spread them even further.

Mokuba bit back a quiet yelp as Rafael hauled him onto his back.
"I said relax," Rafael growled as he unbuckled his trousers.
"You're hurting me," whined Mokuba defiantly.
"And you're unfocussed," Rafael replied boldly, sealing Mokuba's lips with a kiss before he could have protested.
"It's uncomfortable," Mokuba moaned after breaking free from his lover's forceful lips.
"You should have gotten used to having sex in a car by now," Rafael placed a firm hand on Mokuba's chest, restraining the boisterous and virile body easily while he placed his youthful lover's legs on his own shoulders. He smiled at the writhing body in front of him as Mokuba shot him another pleading look.
Mokuba was so... tempting. He was stubborn and arrogant, yet compared to his brother he was a loose cannon. Something hiding in the deepest depths of his mind was spurring him on, pushing him forward, pushing him into Rafael's arms, always craving for more.
So easily aroused...

Mokuba barely shifted as Rafael started exploring his anal cavity with a slick finger. And yet...
"What if anyone sees us?" Mokuba mumbled as his gaze was once again drawn towards the car window.
"They won't," Rafael replied levelly as he pulled Mokuba's ass upwards before nuzzling his tender skin.
"I don't want them to know..." Mokuba began but broke off in mid-sentence as Rafael's ruthless tongue bore into his body, penetrating his rosette.
"No one will know, alright?" Rafael replied visibly unnerved as his tongue retreated, "The windows are shaded and reflective and the noise from the street will drown out your moans. So you don't even have to hold back..."

"Why does it have to be on a street? Can't we drive to a car park?" Mokuba pressed on as he watched another passer-by disappearing from view.
Rafael sighed as he licked his anus playfully. "If you don't want to get dragged out and shagged on the engine bonnet you better shut up now."

Mokuba dug his nails into the leather cover, stifling a hiss. Rafael had picked him up right at the beginning of his lunch break and he'd been treated to a coffee and a quick blow job in a hotel's foyer. But even there he'd felt that Rafael wasn't relaxed. He was edgy and unusually quiet today. And whenever he was in that kind of mood he was rough and ruthless...

"Please, use a condom," Mokuba sighed as he felt Rafael's stiff member pressing into his body, "Seto's set up another meeting for this afternoon and I have to accompany him and I don't want to feel you inside me all the time."
"I don't have one," Rafael replied honestly, "And I'll try to pull out in time, okay?"
Mokuba rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Rafael's chest.
"I'll take that as a yes," Rafael added dismissively. Mokuba recognized the bottle Rafael retrieved from somewhere around floor level and winced as he felt the olive oil trickling into his body.
Mokuba sighed crestfallen. "Stop it, it's nearly empty now" he growled as he felt the first drops oozing from his cramped anus as Rafael pulled out the bottle again, "I don't want to stain my clothes again..."
"Then try to keep it inside you," Rafael smiled, his fingers combing through Mokuba's hair.

Mokuba sighed again, his head rolling into the nape of his neck. He watched nervously another stranger approaching and held his breath as he slowed down beside the car...

Mokuba winced and closed his eyes instinctively as he was flipped over and pressed into the back of the rear bench seat. He reached for his cheek and felt it burning beneath his touch.
Rafael had slapped him.
Mokuba looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Rafael as he bore into him, quickly picking up the pace.

Aggressive sex.

Mokuba had had enough sex with Rafael to know that he wasn't gentle; he just didn't have it in him when he was ploughing him, his brawny body slamming into him.
Yes, Rafael was sensitive and caring. But he wasn't gentle.
And when he was stressed and under a lot of pressure (which he was on a regular basis since he'd managed to become a company's CEO) he unveiled the true meaning behind sex.
Sex was violence, condensed and transformed into something more bearable.
But when Rafael shagged him Mokuba felt the spark inside, the pure aggression, the lust born from hatred and anger.
Sex was tough.
Sex was painful.

Mokuba's lips parted as his face was forced deeper into the back of the seat. He gasped loudly, his hands searching for anything to hold on to before clasping around Rafael's haunches.
Mokuba felt his own neglected erection thrusting against the leather cover in search for anything to begat.
Rafael's hips were driven into his backside with a force Mokuba wasn't used to; he shivered beneath his lover's touch as Rafael readjusted the grip on his arms.
Mokuba suppressed a groan and panted while staring pleadingly over his own shoulder.
"It...hurts..." he managed to mutter between Rafael's brutal thrusts, "Slow down...please..."
"I can't," groaned Rafael while catching his breath. The strange steamy hotness that usually clung to his body when he was shagging Mokuba was worse than ever; his sweaty skin felt disgusting. "I have a meeting in twenty minutes and taking into account that I can't shoot my load into you I'm going to need some extra time for cleaning myself..."

"So I'm nothing more than a dirty sex-doll to you that conceals your cum?" Mokuba snapped.

"And I don't have time for that, either," Rafael wheezed. He reached for Mokuba's throbbing member and stroked it with practised fingers.
"For what?"
"For an argument. Also, I'm not in the mood to discuss anything. You either know what you mean to me or you don't; it's up to you."
Mokuba panted heavily as he thrust into Rafael's hand. He felt the pressure growing, becoming too much for him before he gave in to the pressing urge and came on Rafael's fingers.

He was still catching his breath as Rafael pulled out to ejaculate onto his invitingly pulsating anus and sweaty thighs.
Shamefully Mokuba rolled onto his back as he felt the hot lube dripping from his stretched hole but failed to hide it from Rafael's view.
"Can't keep it in today...?" Rafael smirked while slapping Mokuba's thighs.

They dressed in silence, shifting and jerking around awkwardly while trying to get into their clothes. And a MC Stradale isn't what you'd call spacious, either...

"Can you take me home?"
Mokuba asked and turned to find the spot beside him unoccupied.
Rafael had already gotten out of the car, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that didn't smell of adolescence and hormone overdrive.
He watched the car door opening beside him and stroked Mokuba's back tenderly as he turned to face him.
Mokuba's eyes widened at the sight of the building in front of them.

"We're at the KaibaCorp headquarters?" he stammered unbelievingly.
"Correct," Rafael replied while falling into a trot, "And if you don't hurry up you're going to be late for the meeting you'll be having with me."

Mokuba stared at Rafael before running after him. He grabbed his hands and pulled, causing Rafael to half-turn while stopping. He smiled observantly at Mokuba.
"Just one more thing..." he mumbled before wrapping an arm around Rafael's neck and pulling him down to steal a kiss from his lips.
Rafael sighed, a hand brushing over Mokuba's soft cheeks.

"You're soppy."