Blade says yes (Dan heng can't wait to show him the garage) ❤️

uhhhh anyway, blade wins the race, they fuck and then they go to an all night diner and Dan heng meets Everyone Else and then Blade drives him home very safely and properly. Kisses him on his doorstep (massive faux column mcmansion porch).

Dan heng asks if he can plan the next date.

Dan heng can hear the cheering from the sidelines as Blade whips into the lane.

"Are we... racing?"

"I am." Blade corrects. "You're going to sit there and get wet for me so I can have a real prize when I win."

Dan heng is soaking, Blade's thumb brushes over his clit like petting a cat's nose.

"Nice car." Dan heng says.

Blade grunts and the speedometer creeps up. His thumb is rough where it strokes Dan heng's inner thigh.

When they hit the track, set up that night on some rolling loops of highway (location sent out that night by Jing yuan and everything cleared away the next day)

Dan heng slides into his passenger seat like he was made to fit. Everything smells smokey and rich and warm like Blade does and this time it's Blade's hand on his thigh which is why he wore the skirt and the thigh high boots.

Dan heng cancels on Caelus immediately.

Saturday and he feels stupid getting a little dressy. Blade feels stupid when he has to buzz in at the gate. Of course pussy that good was wildly outside of his price range. He revs it anyway, and glides up the drive.

'ok'

'sat. ill pick you up'

'when?' Dan heng sips his milk.

The text is ominous. Dan heng reads it on his estate, eating breakfast on the veranda. Warm eggs, cool milk, salty congee.

'wanna drive with me again?'

Blade steals his number from the paperwork.

Just the bite on his neck to big and swollen to hide. It stings when he talks, cock so sensitive in his just slightly too tight slacks that walking feels like a tease.

Dan heng walks out with keys and doesn't look back.

Moaning when a hand in his hair forces him lower.

They only pull over to fuck, two doors open to hide Dan heng from view as best Blade can while he stuffs him raw on the side of the road.

Dan heng signs papers in his office disheveled and leaking. Blade looks untouched. Almost.

The out of body sensation of his body ragdolling as they weave god knows wear, definitely in the hundreds, stomach in his throat and cock so long it feels like it's in his stomach as he bends over the divider and sucks Blade off. Sloppy with it, drool on his slacks, gagging when they swerve.