There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"Ngh--"

Ron gasped and bit his lip after, clawing at the broad shoulder of the man looming over him. His back arched uncomfortably from the big intrusion inside his ass, and the rough thrusting really didn’t help.

"Ah, fuck--wait!" he grabbed the red hair that had turned brighter after the war against the fallen deity. "Are we really doing it here?"

Agni pulled his head back from the scout’s neck and looked at the younger man incredulously. "I’m inside you already..."

"We’re in a car!"

"But who will protest, anyway?" Agni tilted his head and smirked. "We’re in the middle of nowhere."

Ugh--it was true, of course. For some reason, the Redridge plains had stayed as a hard, empty land. Perhaps such a place was also needed for the environment--who knows? But roads had been made for the Far East’s development, and a highway was under construction. And while Agni, who never cared about common roads, drove their semi-truck through the uncharted land, Ron wanted to argue that aircraft could still fly above them.

Not that they would care about a single rocking car in the middle of empty plains.

Still--

"Fuck, my back!" Ron hit the berserker’s side. "It’s hard on my back like this!"

"Heh--acting like an old man," Agni grasped the scout’s nape and waist, shifting their position to the side so Ron’s back laid somewhat comfortably across the back seat. "Shouldn’t I be the old man, here?"