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A woman with long black hair was passing by, her hair flowing in the wind as she strode through the crowd. She immediately caught Mongrang’s attention as he subconsciously turned his head towards her.
He was unable to get a glance at her face as the left side was completely obscured by her hair. Interest having been piqued, he followed along behind her.
Gradually, he caught up to her, preparing to entice her with his usual flowery words. Using his left hand, he gently parted the curtain of hair covering her eyes and revealed her face.
Or, to be more precise, his face.
Narrow golden eyes framed by fatigue glared back at him, clearly pissed off.
A low, discontent voice grumbled out.
“…Hah?”
Mongrang hastily took a step back.
“J-Jaha..?”
Shit. He was going to get slugged, wasn’t he?
He jolted abruptly, anticipating a punch, only to awaken from the shock of his dream.
And something else was unfortunately up as well.
Fuck.
A mere glare from that man, even one conjured up by his own brain, was enough to evoke this kind of reaction in him.
Not even a “shy” kind of glare that you’d expect from a maiden of some sort. One that straight up says,“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Who in their right mind gets a boner upon the face of death?
He’d started to think that he might end up becoming crazier than the man for having these sorts of thoughts. A pervert pursuing a crazy man was nothing short of a suicide mission.
Unknowingly, his rationale came out.
Firstly, Jaha is a man. Obviously he knows this fact. Does he like men? Who knows. Does he like Mongrang? Fuck no.
Secondly, Jaha has never been in any sort of intimate relationship.
It made sense why no woman would ever fall for the likes of him— he was way too goddamn crazy. Could any sane woman ever hope to handle such a character? His character? There should be a strict dichotomy between craziness and beauty, but when you put Jaha in the equation the line becomes blurry.
If he had never dated a woman, then it could be assumed that he’d never had any sexual experience either— that is, unless he frequented brothels or such, but he didn’t strike Mongrang as the kind of person to do so.
Had Mongrang actually pursued the man and confessed to him, he’d probably receive a mouthful and a slap instead. Maybe something along the lines of- “Not only do you lust over women, but men too? Is liking women no longer enough for you? Does your degeneracy know no bounds?”
Why even bother contemplating all of this in the first place? In the end he was only one thing; screwed.
-
It was another leisurely night, Mongrang idly strolled around White Hawk town looking for a beauty to chat and drink with, and perhaps- keep his thoughts at bay.
Would be, were it not for the man at the center of his thoughts, right in the open. He drank alone under the moonlight, cloaked in a seemingly innocent façade, concealing the lunacy beneath.
And of course, like a moth to a flame, Mongrang’s first instinct is to walk over and sit across from him.
Jaha set his cup down and peered up at the figure overshadowing him.
“Uh, who invited you over.”
“What, am I not allowed to join you for a drink?”
“Aren’t you already occupied with being insatiable over women today?”
His guess was right on the mark, as always.
“Haha, very funny,” Mongrang deadpanned. “It’s just rare to see you around, unless… you’re actually occupied right now?”
Jaha sighed, answering to sate his curiosity.
“No occasion for today, just felt like getting a drink. The atmosphere here isn’t bad.”
On further inspection, Jaha had already downed a number of glasses. His demeanor seemed somewhat more lax than usual as he languidly propped his arm up to rest his head against it.
Without asking, Mongrang snagged an unused cup and poured some liquor into it. Jaha watched as he pressed the glass to his lips and tilted the contents into his mouth.
“…”
“I’ll pay my share later, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
Unfortunately, Jaha didn’t care about that in the slightest.
“Are you busy fucking without me around?” Jaha asked.
“F-fucking?” Mongrang uncharacteristically stuttered.
“Cut the crap. You knew exactly what you were going to do before joining me.”
Jaha, known for his direct words when sober, now, in his drunken state, bluntly spewed crude language. Mongrang wasn’t surprised, yet he did raise a brow at the other.
“Hah, you’re always interested in my sex life. What’s it matter to you? Do you want to have sex, by any chance?”
“Bastard, don’t answer my question with another question.”
Jaha took another sip of his drink. He paused for a brief moment, then nonchalantly answered, “Yeah.”
Mongrang’s eyes suddenly perked up.
Ah. So that was the problem. In theory, Mongrang could easily find someone for Jaha, but he couldn’t guarantee whether they’d run away, scared shitless.
Mongrang extended his arm and poured more liquor into his cup.
“Is that so? Then-“
Jaha abruptly cut him off.
“With you.”
Mongrang spat out his drink and stared at Jaha with a bemused expression.
“C-crazy bastard, don’t joke around like that or I might just go insane.”
Jaha responded with an indifferent gaze, as if there were nothing wrong with his statement.
“You were offering yourself up, no? So what’s your answer?”
The situation seemed to be the complete opposite. Jaha was offering himself up. Unreal. There had to be a catch.
Mongrang was suddenly struck by inner turmoil. His groin was begging yes and his brain was screaming no. He wanted so badly for his dick to win.
“…”
Mongrang wore a complicated expression on his face, unable to answer. Jaha sneered at the pathetic look.
“Pfft. I guess you’ll be spineless in the end.”
Jaha, this asshole, could so easily piss Mongrang off and sway him into doing whatever the hell he was planning. This time was no different. Mongrang reached into his sleeve and slammed a few coins onto the table— way more than what was necessary, that is.
Jaha raised a brow to the amount.
“…? You said you were only paying your share?”
“Then I guess I’ll be covering you as well.”
Mongrang promptly stood up and offered his hand to Jaha. The latter was fully capable of walking alone so he found himself staring at the outstretched hand.
“…What are you doing.”
“Helping you up?” Mongrang earnestly answered.
“Don’t treat me as if I’m one of your women. Just because I’ve drunk doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to walk,” Jaha retorted.
“Maybe so, but I won’t leave you on your own while you’re drunk like that. Would you rather I carry you?”
Jaha clicked his tongue. “Persistent bastard.”
He placed his hand in the other’s palm and stood up; Mongrang firmly held onto his hand as he led Jaha in his direction. Several beautiful women casually mingled in the background, yet Mongrang paid no mind to them as he continued to lead the other along. Jaha decided not to comment on it.
It was a silent walk but Mongrang’s heart fervently hammered inside him. Compared to the liveliness of the town, the sound was amplified. He wondered if Jaha could hear it too.
Jaha’s hands were warm and a bit sticky from sweat– it didn’t help that Mongrang was holding tightly onto his hand. The warmth of his hand made Jaha’s blood rush as his body started to burn up.
He supposed tonight was a warmer night than usual.
-
Mongrang didn’t know how he got into this situation— no —how Jaha agreed to it.
He was on top of the other, who was clearly flushed as a result of intoxication.
In a situation like this, he knew how to act with women, but with Jaha? He became unsure. If he treated women gently then— he should treat Jaha with the utmost care, but there was an undeniable part of him that desired to wreck the other. His hands felt heavy, as if lodged within cement. He didn’t know whether he should dare make a move.
Jaha was growing impatient underneath.
“Why aren’t you doing anything? Is the notorious horny bastard actually a fraud?”
“Do you even know what you’re asking for? I’ve never slept with a man.”
Though, it wasn’t necessarily the fact that he was about to sleep with a man which bothered Mongrang.
Jaha scoffed at him. “But you’ve slept with multiple women before, haven’t you? What makes this any different?”
The reason was simply;
“…Because it’s you.”
The words had unknowingly spilled out. Mongrang’s face instantly flushed red after responding, but he remained firm in his truth.
The sheer earnestness was enough to render Jaha speechless. He simply furrowed his eyes in response, face still tinted red, except now slightly from embarrassment.
Voicing those words had given Mongrang some sense of clarity. He started carefully removing Jaha’s outer robe with little resistance from the other.
Jaha's upper body was well built to no surprise. He had a smaller stature and Mongrang’s hand could easily cover the entirety of one of his pectorals. Mongrang pressed his hand against the other; the skin surprisingly pliant to the touch. Jaha responded with a subtle flinch. The end of Mongrang’s lip curled up just the slightest as he slowly traced his fingertips across the surface of Jaha’s nipple— suddenly, he clamped down and a strangled groan came out of the other’s mouth.
Jaha instinctively covered his mouth with his palm. He didn’t need those embarrassing noises to be heard.
But Mongrang wanted to hear them.
He brought his mouth to the bud and started licking in earnest. It was when Mongrang suddenly bit down again that Jaha was unable to suppress the moan that shot out. While his arm blotted out some of the noise, it didn’t block out the shiver of pleasure that surged through his body.
As if a line had been breached, Jaha shot out his left arm in an attempt to strike Mongrang. Luckily, Mongrang dodged by a slim margin and seized Jaha’s arm with his own. He lifted Jaha’s hand and dragged his tongue across the inner curve of his palm, then gently placed a kiss atop the surface of his fingers.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Jaha felt strange. Something lurched inside him. Probably repressed vomit. Or his heart. Not that it mattered to him.
“Ugh, cut that sappy shit out you bastard,” Jaha said. What was supposed to be a tone of pure disgust came out to be mild annoyance. It was as if all the bite in his words was slowly being whittled away. The bastard had finally figured out how to get underneath his skin.
“All of this, is it really necessary?” Jaha asked.
“You mean foreplay? It’s good to have foreplay before sex in order to ease and pleasure the other person.”
Jaha rolled his eyes in response.
“What a load of bullshit. There’s no need for that, so hurry it up.”
“But… you don’t have any experience.”
Mongrang was aware he’d prodded at a weak point. Even so, he was only speaking the truth.
“You really are full of shit, aren’t you?”
“No, it’s necessary. I want to make you feel good.”
Mongrang bent down and softly pressed his lips against Jaha’s neck. He licked the tender flesh and peppered soft kisses along the column of neck, which turned an earnest red in response. As much as he wanted to bite into his flesh, he refrained from doing so. Instead, Mongrang tilted his face into Jaha’s neck and breathed into it, his warm breath against his already warm neck. It felt as if Jaha’s neck was on fire. At that moment, Mongrang desired nothing more than to burn with him.
Jaha brung his hand up and pushed his face away.
“…Seriously, stop that,” he mumbled, his ears burning red.
As Mongrang moved lower he untied the sash at the other’s waist and started removing Jaha’s pants, slowly exposing the expanse of his legs. He gently tossed the clothes to the side and observed the other. Jaha was hard underneath, pre-cum staining his boxers wet with slick, and head turned to a slight angle to avoid Mongrang’s gaze. Mongrang was amused at how reactive his body was, to already be in such a state.
He ignored the other’s erect member and moved to press against his thighs. Jaha’s legs were long and firm, yet supple the same way his chest was. Mongrang enveloped his hand around the soft thigh and groped it, earning a hard kick in response.
“Ow…” Mongrang brought his hand up to his shoulder, which was now throbbing in pain. Hopefully, nothing had broken.
“You keep stalling. Look at yourself, still fully clothed.” Jaha pulled down on the other’s robe, slightly loosening it.
Mongrang sighed as he started parting the folds of his robe. “You just want it to be over. You should be enjoying this too.”
“So what if I want it to be over?”
“Like hell I’ll let that be.”
As Mongrang undid his robes Jaha watched as his broad shoulders became exposed. Ink tattoos inscribed onto his chest, scars littered all over his body— it wasn’t Jaha’s first time seeing his body but he was still curious seeing it up close. Mongrang noted the curiosity written on his face.
“You can touch me too, if you’d like.”
Damned mind-reader, Jaha thought as he cautiously moved his hand toward him but suddenly backtracked, as if unsure. Mongrang reached for Jaha’s arm and pulled it right back towards him, pressing Jaha’s hand against his own chest.
Through his fingertips Jaha felt the roughness of his hardened-over scars, the firmness of his abs, and the fervent pulsation that lay beneath.
Jaha immediately retracted his hand.
“What is it?” Mongrang asked.
“…Nothing.” Jaha thought to himself, that just maybe, the words that had been said earlier might have some sincerity behind them.
With the two now only left down to their boxers Mongrang promptly began removing his. Jaha’s heartbeat hastened. Mongrang was also evidently hard, as he watched the latter tug down on the waistband he realized a second too late that maybe he shouldn’t have looked down.
He stared at it for a moment, in awe of the sheer length of it.
Perhaps he wasn’t so unreasonable for wanting to kick Mongrang’s shit in during this life. In fact, why not turn him into an eunuch right here and now? With a size like that, was he trying to pleasure women or kill them?
Shit, he’d already died once, now he might just die again.
“Are you impressed?”
“Disgusted,” Jaha scowled.
Mongrang giggled. “Pfft…”
“What do you find funny about this, asshole.”
“Ha… don’t worry about it. I’ll prepare you so it won’t hurt.”
Mongrang reached over to the nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. He took out a small vial of oil and unscrewed the lid, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers.
Jaha watched intently as he evenly coated the oil across his fingers.
“This may feel a bit strange, please bear with it,” Mongrang said.
He poured more oil onto his hand and let it seep onto Jaha’s entrance. Jaha’s body flinched at the cold, slimy sensation of the oil trickling down.
Mongrang positioned his fingers as he smeared the oil against Jaha’s entrance. Jaha held his breath, trying to mentally prepare himself for what came next. As Mongrang slowly inserted his index finger the other immediately tightened around him. He added another, causing Jaha’s body to convulse beneath him.
“Ugh…”
“Try to relax a little…”
“Relax? When you’re shoving shit where it doesn’t belong?”
“I’m putting another finger in.”
“Don’t be greedy—“
Jaha took a deep breath as the third finger entered. It was getting increasingly difficult to steady his breathing as Mongrang stretched his fingers inside him. Jaha’s body was extremely tight around the fingers, Mongrang wasn’t sure if it was enough to prepare him to take his own length. The mere warmth enveloping his fingers was already enough to drive him delirious.
Mongrang lined his cock with the other’s entrance, the tip of his cock ghosting the rim of Jaha’s hole. He hadn’t entered yet but he felt Jaha tense up. Maybe it was some sort of pervy instinct kicking in, but he couldn’t help as a grin curled onto his face.
“What’s with that shit-eating grin?” Jaha said, irked.
“It’s cute when you’re all nervous like that.”
Jaha’s hands instantly lunged to strangle Mongrang’s neck. A strong grip, enough to restrict breathing, but not enough to kill. Mongrang simply grinned even more. He got a thrill off of seeing Jaha, whose body was sensitive to his touch, hurl all sorts of insults at him. He knew that his behavior would be subdued in due time.
“Fucking perverted masochist. Do you want to be choked that badly?”
The tip was now touching the entrance. Jaha’s grip slightly faltered at the contact.
“Aren’t you a pervert too, begging me to hurry it up without any preparation? Do you really want to be fucked roughly like a dog in heat?”
In a swift movement he sunk his length in. Jaha’s inner walls instantly tightened as his back arched. His grip on Mongrang’s neck completely loosened as his body shivered.
His breath hitched as he fought himself to regain composure. It seemed like Jaha had finally started to understand the predicament he was in. As such, Mongrang decided to give him an order.
“Wrap your arms around my back.”
Jaha reluctantly obeyed, wrapping his arms around Mongrang, pulling him closer with the embrace.
The space between the two became scarce. Mongrang’s heated breath was in range of Jaha’s and intermingled with his. His eyes gradually shifted down and fixated on his lips. He tried to swallow a lump stuck in his throat but his throat went dry.
Mongrang wanted nothing more than to kiss those lips until they were bruised red; to fuck him roughly on the bed. It was getting increasingly harder to repress his desire.
He slowly closed the gap in-between and met with Jaha’s lips, capturing them in a searing kiss. At the same time he pushed his length deeper, causing Jaha to groan into his mouth.
Mongrang went in for another kiss, this time with tongue. He slid his tongue into Jaha’s mouth, intertwining with Jaha’s. The latter received it sloppily, a strand of saliva spilling out. Their mouths entwined relentlessly, at some point Jaha had to pull back because he was out of breath.
As he pushed the rest of his length in, Jaha’s body writhed underneath. His fingers dug deeper into Mongrang’s back. Even with all the preparation, Jaha was extremely tight. Of course, he expected this from a virgin, but he didn’t think it’d drive him to the brink of craziness.
Jaha was biting his lip as if his life depended on it. It felt strange. He hated it. He hated that his body accepted the other. He hated that deep in his subconscious, he was begging— yearning for more. With gritted teeth he muzzled himself, unwilling to lose face.
“Does it hurt?” Mongrang asked.
“…”
Jaha shot a mean glare at the other.
“You don’t have to answer me, you can just nod your head.”
Jaha’s head lay still, unwilling to answer.
“Really…”
Mongrang pulled his length out and pushed back in, yearning to reach deeper. Again, he repeated. Jaha’s body shook with every thrust, his head cocked back with his eyes shut. Little huffs could be heard as Jaha desperately bit onto his lip.
“Hff…” His chest heaved as he wore an animalistic expression.
Mongrang continued to thrust until he finally hit a spot such that Jaha could no longer repress his voice and moaned in response. The sound went straight to Mongrang’s dick.
The string of restraint had snapped.
In and out, harder with each consecutive thrust. Mongrang continued to press onto that spot, bringing pleasure to Jaha. Jaha’s moans became erratic and broken along with his uneven breathing, the two becoming indistinguishable. Tears started to well up at the corner of his eye. He couldn’t believe that he’d been reduced to such a state. The body that accepted Mongrang couldn’t have been his.
From the narrow slit of his eye, Jaha looked up. The man above him wore a dazed expression— completely lost in desire, almost unrecognizable. And as for himself, he didn’t know.
A sultry voice started, “It’s always this and that about me being a horny bastard. Can you really blame me, when you look like that? Who in their right mind wouldn’t go crazy?”
“Y-you talk way too goddamn much.”
His words were barely tangible, barely intelligible as every thrust interrupted his words. The sheer pleasure was mind-numbing. Mongrang ignored his words and continued to thrust at that spot. His pace was so fast, so rough that Jaha started feeling overwhelmed. Suddenly, the movement came to a halt.
In a wrecked voice, Jaha mumbled, “Asshole, who let you stop?”
“What is it?” Mongrang played dumb. “If you want something you only have to ask.”
Like hell he’d ask that bastard. Jaha locked his legs around his back and started grinding upwards in an earnest attempt to fuck himself. Mongrang’s hands firmly pinned Jaha’s waist down, rendering him unable to move.
Jaha tore at the other’s hair, a few strands coming loose.
“Bastard, I can’t stand it!”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“More, more—”
And who was Mongrang to deny him the pleasure? He removed himself entirely and rammed his cock into Jaha’s prostate repeatedly. Jaha’s entire body trembled in pleasure, bringing him over the edge. His prostate was so overstimulated that a stream of white uncontrollably shot out onto his stomach, his mind blanking as he entered a state of ecstasy. Mongrang looked at his expression from above and felt himself come close. He thrusted a bit more and came inside of Jaha.
Mongrang watched as the semen oozed out of the other’s hole.
Mongrang breathily said to the other, “Look at me.”
Jaha didn’t listen. If he listened, whatever little dignity remained in him was as good as gone. Perhaps it had all gone down the drain when he first initiated this.
Mongrang captured his face and tilted it towards him. A reluctant Jaha met eyes with him. At that moment Jaha had felt that his intense stare became a bit gentle.
Mongrang drank up the expression on Jaha’s face.
He had been completely undone, a debauched expression, as if he’d been fucked senseless.
This too, was Lee Jaha.
Tear-stained cheeks, half-lidded eyes, disheveled hair, and a chest that rapidly heaved upwards and downwards. He was the culprit behind it all.
Jaha could feel the intensity of his stare. He glanced right to avoid his gaze.
“You’re staring too hard, you damn pervert.”
Mongrang smiled in response.
“Were you not staring at me when we first met?”
“Yeah, I was deep in thought on how to beat the shit out of you.”
Mongrang twiddled a strand of Jaha’s curly hair between his fingers.
“You really are beautiful. My eyes didn’t deceive me back then.”
“…Is that so.”
Mongrang suddenly sprung up again. He curiously peered at Jaha, who then struck him in the ribs and blew him flat against the inn wall. Luckily the wall was sturdy enough to not break. The hosts of the neighboring rooms began to murmur about whether an earthquake had just struck.
Mongrang winced in pain.
“…I’ll pay for the damages… and for tonight.”
Jaha responded.
“Naturally.”