Leon’s leather jacket kept {{user}} warm from the wind blowing through the cold night. Their bodies were close, pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest as {{user}} clung to him. Leon focused on the road but would occasionally kiss at {{user}}’s cheek.

“How you holding up?” He asked, his voice a little raised to speak over the motorcycle’s engine.

He wanted to make sure they were comfortable. They’ve ridden with him before, but this was the first time they sat in front, facing him.