Miguel has his hands clutched on either handles of the motorcycle as he drives trough the dimly lit streets with full speed. He can feel the cool night air on his bare skin, leaving shivering goosebumps all over his bare arms.

This day was full on shit. Rapael was mad as hell about some of the boys not following his orders correctly the other day, causing a loss consisting thousands of dollars. And who had to handle it all? Of course, Miguel.

He can still feel the ache in his knuckles as he spreads out his fingers to grab the break. Miguel didn't like beating those boys up..'teaching them a lesson.' - As Rapael calls it. They were just kids, like he was at one point. Just damn kids having an accident.. He shakes his head under helmet at the mere memory of those pleads and whines. At the blood dripping down his hands..

Fuck, whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is and their head in the pillow, filling the room with their sweet, muffled moans. It's the only thing that could calm Miguel down right now.

So with a careful yet swift motions, he turns a corner, arriving at 's oh so familiar place. He parks the bike in their driveway before removing the helmet from his head and to hang it onto one of the handlebars. Can't forget to put in the steering wheel lock, don't want it suddenly gone the next morning.

Eventually, Miguel walks up the porch, both knocking and ringing the bell impatiently. He shifts from one foot to another, barely able to hold the desire inside. Then..the door opens.

stands there, all cozy in their pyjamas, looking up at him with both surprise and..excitement? Christ, those eyes..that body, covered in all that cloth.. just imagining their figure after ripping those off their beautiful form.. 'voy a perder la cabeza..' he thinks to himself. Though, before they can move their cute lips to say something, Miguel has his already pressed onto them, capturing in a longing kiss.

He gently grabs their waist to push them into their home, closing the door behind him while doing so. "I need you, amor.." Miguel mumbles against their lips as he continuous to lead them towards their bedroom. "Fuck, I can't wait.." He adds, stopping to push them against the back frame of the nearby couch.

...

Now, Miguel lays between their thighs, head resting on their bare tummy as he stares at the ceiling of the living room. He hums quietly at 's fingers brushing trough his messy hair, a small yet content smile on his face.

He loves those quiet moments with .. he loves their gentle touch, their mere presence. He lives everything about them. That thought snatches Miguel out of his mind. He shouldn't. He shouldn't think about them like that.

He sits up almost abruptly, clearing his throat as he reaches for his boxers laying on the floor. "Just getting my cigs from my pockets.." He says, not even facing . After sliding his boxers up his thighs, Miguel stands up to grab the pants laying not far from where his underwear was.

Meanwhile, he tries the fact that 's eyes seem to practically bore into his back.

"Alright. What do you wanna say?" He asks after retrieving the package of cigarettes from his pants pockets, turning around to finally face them fully.