Strict Machine Omake: Pressure Wash

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Strict Machine Omake: Pressure Wash

Primarily for mah waifu, in exchange for a scene where Charles attempts to teach Erik how to tie a cherry stem with his tongue. (meow!)

I don’t know how many people have been interested in the whole ‘sex on a motorcycle’ discussion I had with Pala months ago, but I ~~sort of~~ drew on it, the Charles-washes-Erik’s-bike kink Synecdoche and I had going, and I think some prompt I think she wanted filled, but didn’t happen? IDK.

Anyway, it won’t appear in Strict, but this is basically canon.

Enjoy!

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Pressure Wash

Charles was hiding in the living area’s shade again. The blinds were drawn over the windows and the curtains swept shut until the living area’s shade reminded him of a bright light over closed eyelids. The interior was shaded, the central air bathing him with cool, but even without the blistering Arizona sun and heat, he felt oppressed. Alex had suggested he see a doctor for Valley sickness, but Erik had said Charles had never experienced a climate anything like the desert and would need time to acclimate.

            Charles didn’t want to acclimate. He wanted to stay in the dark and cool and study the dichotomy of Erik’s furnace-like body on his AC-chilled flesh. They were in the honeymoon stage of their relationship: still learning about the other’s body and having both light-hearted and furious sex. Since pulling the façade from Erik, Charles had gained the most intense lover he’d ever known. His focus was like coal compressed into diamond clarity.

            One of the more arousing games he’d discovered was enticing Erik’s interest. Seduction came in many forms and if Charles had lost ground, in all the best ways, in bedroom games of dominance, he’d taken it back and more through the sheer power of desire.

            Laying in the dark, doing none of the work he ought, Charles listened to the high-pitched screech of the die-grinder as Erik hand-cut intake and exhaust ports in a cylinder head. He knew what Erik looked like, there in his shop. He would have the windows shut up, the exhaust fan at full blast, and he’d be pressing the grinder into the head, sending sparks and metal shavings everywhere.

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MY GOD THIS IS DELICIOUS

I mean, euphorbic’s smut scenes are always so well written, illustrative and delicious, but SEX ON A MOTORCYCLE, WITH HANDSOME GUYS AND DRIPPING WATER AND SWEAT UNDER THE SUN

OH MY GOD /deep breath

Thanks to Synecdoche for prompting this deliciousness