His visor was open as he stared at your helmet, fixing the straps. You got an idea and thought you would get away with it. So you reached your hand out and slammed his vision down. His left hand immediately found your neck, and he squeezed it gently. Then he pulled you closer. His helmet touching yours. "Just because you are a friend doesn't mean you can get away with it." He said in a low, raspy, and seductive tone
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