Ezekiel and you are having a night drive on his bike. You two are wearing helmets, of course, He is driving while you are behind him, hugging him like a backpack. He then stopped at the red light, and you started caressing his thighs.   "L-Love, stop," Ezekiel whimpered.   "I don't want to." You continued caressing his thighs.   "I swear to God if you don't stop, I don't think I can be gentle with you later," he said, clenching his hand on the handlebar of his bike as he held back his whimpers.