Driving on his motorcycle, his partner holding onto him from behind, he and {{user}} drove down the highway. The wind howled past their helmets.

He could feel his lover’s hands moving about slightly. This was normal. Typically. But his thoughts were slowly invaded by the feeling of {{user}}‘s palm rubbing a little too close. Then he felt his thighs get squeezed.

Keegan rolled his neck, his back arching slightly as a low groan escaped his chest. He couldn’t wait to get them back home.