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Mongrang breathed out harshly.
He can’t believe he let his guard down— again— and got poisoned by someone while drinking. He shivered, remembering the last time he was poisoned.
Well at least this time it wasnt a laxative.
Mongrang thought for a moment, even though it was difficult with his cloudy state of mind. It must have been an aphrodisiac. Usually if he had been poisoned by one, he can just spend a night with a woman.
But
Why, why is his mind only wavering to that lunatic Jaha Lee?!
He doesn’t understand why he feels this way about… him. It could be any other person— like a woman— but why did it have to be him!?
It started back a few weeks after they first met, he couldn't stop thinking of the other. Remembering his features. His red eyes that pierced him like daggers, the way he didnt care what others would say, the carefree personality… Fuck.
After he got that marriage proposal from a woman he never even met before he felt strange.
Sure, he may have said that he was trying to find the appeal in women, but this is most definitely not what he meant!
Mongrang had to take a breath as he felt heat rush through him. Mostly to a specific area, or part. He needed to resist.
For his dignity.
For his master.
And that's how he found himself in front of Jahas room in the Inn he was staying at. He lowered his head in shame, he can't believe he actually is going to that hooligan.
He opened up the door with no warning, only for his eyes to be blessed. Jaha was only in an inner robe, the stubs on his chest poking through the translucent fabric.
”What the hell? Why are you here, shithead?”
He hated that fucking nickname.
But at this moment, he couldn’t care less.
He shut the door behind him roughly and walked up Jaha. He grabbed the shorter man's shoulders, feeling the way the muscle tensed up from under his fingertips. He wanted to feel more—
“What are you? A dog in heat? Get off me.”
Mongrang could only groan, he always loved that rough tone of his.
Wait— what is he saying?!
He could never love anything about this brute!
”Are you… on an aphrodisiac?” Mong Rang lowered his head in shame, mostly because he knew Jaha was right, and the other reason was because he came to him for… help.
Jaha groaned, clearly not in the mood for him. “Go satisfy your problem somewhere else before I actually use my castration sword art on you.”
That may have sobered him up a bit, he really didn’t want to lose his manhood. But he wanted Jaha more.
Jaha, seeing Mong Rang’s unwavering spirit, sighed. “Will you leave me alone if I satisfy your needs?” Mong Rang blinks, and blinks once more. He must have heard him wrong, was Jaha really offering to help him?
If he wasn’t already turned on, that would have done it.
His area down there must be as hard as a rock because the bulge in his pants clearly took Jahas attention.
”Strip and get on the bed.”
Mong Rang must have had some type of kink, because Jahas commanding voice brought chills down his spine. Mong Rang did exactly as he said, he stripped. Taking off his robes and boxers, throwing them somewhere in the corner of the room.
His rock hard member was now free in the air. Jaha looked at it for a moment, just what the fuck where they feeding the damn fool? His mind prickled with anticipation, feeling a bit nervous at the size.
Mongrang snickered, the fucking bastard. “Like what you see?”
“Quite the opposite. I should have gotten rid of this long ago, how does this even pleasure someone…?”
“I'll be sure to show you.” Jaha felt chills go down his spine, what the fuck?
Jaha looked down at the thing in front of him. He hesitantly gripped it slightly with one hand, holding it in between his fingers. He never actually did this before, he doesn't particularly pleasure himself.
He slowly started pumping his fingers, looking at Mongrangs reactions from below.
And holy fuck, Mongrang was turned on as hell. He looked at Jaha with such deep eyes. He wasn't that good at doing this, the moves were sloppy and far too slow. But the thing that got him the most was Jaha himself. The man looked hesitant, looking lost searching for help in an endearing way. He wanted to see more.
He gripped Jahas hand, pulling the other up from his knees onto his feet. He then pushed the other under him onto the bed, trapping him under him.
His mind felt hazed, all his senses were being filled by the other man. His smell, his touch, his sight, everything. He wanted more. His hand started reaching for the other's robe when he stopped.
What was he doing?
Did Jaha even want this?
“I’m sorry.” He uttered out, almost getting up from the bed. What was he doing? He was about to get up when Jahas hand rushed out and grabbed his arm.
“Where are you going?” He looked irritated. “Are you all bark, no bite? Not even going to finish what you started?”
“What else could you expect from a pervert.” He scoffed.
Mongrang couldn't say anything, he was speechless. But that was clearly an agreement that Jaha was okay with this.
“I’m not going to do that.”
Jaha sighed, his body going limp once more.
“Let me make it up to you.”
With that, he grabbed one of Jahas hands. He interlinked their hands together, pressing them against the bed. He leaned in, licking up Jahas neck. Then leaving peppered marks downwards, kisses spread around– leaving rosy red marks.
He then moved a bit upwards, with his free hand brushing Jahas hair behind his ear. He nibbled the lobe, breathing into the other ear.
He stopped when he felt Jaha knee him in the side. He looked at the other, the tips of his ears red. “What's with all this shit?”
Mongrang huffed, slightly opening the other robes to leave a kiss on his chest. “I need to please you first, make you feel good since it is your first.” He knew that as a fact, that man would never sleep with anyone, he doubts he even had the time too.
“Urgh…”
Mongrang went down further, reaching his legs. He grabbed one of them, gripping it in his hand. Firm. That was his first thought, they were well built. But not overly muscular, still having a bit of softness to it.
He kneaded into his thigh, then leaned in to leave kisses on the skin. He could feel Jahas legs shake slightly from under him.
“Is this seriously necessary? Hurry up.”
Mongrang huffed, going back up to the others chest. He fully removed his robes, the other chest was firmly built as well. Clearly not the same as a woman, but something still endearing about it. He trailed along his chest, then once he reached the nub he squeezed it in between his fingertips.
Jaha jumped, a groan coming out. He quickly covered his mouth, biting down on the flesh of his hand. The tips of his ears grew a light pink, he turned his face away in a hurry.
Mongrangs dick twitched slightly, he wanted to hear him.
He removed Jahas boxers, his dick hard and leaking with precum. He was already this hard after just a bit of foreplay? The wonders of being a virgin he supposes, he found it endearing how sensitive the other man was.
He got up and shuffled through his clothes on the floor, searching for something. Jaha looked at him with a raised brow. Then he pulled out a small vial of oil from a hidden pocket in his robes.
He came back over to the bed now with the oil in hand. He went in between Jahas legs, spreading them to reveal the other's hole. He felt a bit nervous, he's never done this with a man. Would it be the same thing as doing this with a woman?
He took a breath and said to Jaha. “This may sting a bit, just hold on.”
He poured the oil on his entrance, then his fingers. After lathering them, he slowly pushed in one finger. He felt Jaha tighten beneath him, his breathing hitching.
Mongrang brows furrowed slightly, sure he may be a virgin but he was really tight. He pumped his finger a bit, causing Jaha to bite down on his hand harder.
He inserted another finger, causing Jaha to take a breath, his body trembling slightly. He kneaded his hip with his free hand.
“Try to relax.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to relax?”
Mongrangs eyebrows furrowed, he wasn't too sure with how tight the other was that his length would fit inside of him. But since he wants to be like that.
He pushed in another finger, the other gripping onto his arm like it's his lifeline. His breathing came out in rough breaths as he started spreading his fingers.
The warmth surrounding his fingers made a heat rush through him. He removed his fingers then lined up his erection to his entrance. He watched Jaha grow nervous slightly, that alone made him want to kiss him breathless just right there and then.
So he did.
He leaned in, his lips encasing Jahas. He cradled his head, deepening the kiss by licking the other's tongue, requesting for him to open his mouth. Jaha begrudgingly did, and as soon as he did Mongrangs tongue pushed into his mouth. They both kissed passionately, Jaha had to pull away first, out of breath and his face a rosy red.
Mongrang leaned once more, capturing Jahas lips once more. Causing Jahas mind to feel hazy, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of kisses. And at that moment, Mongrang pushed into Jaha, causing him to gasp into his mouth. And Mongrang just took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
Jahas back arched, his chest hitting Mongrangs slightly. Mongrang, using his left hand, put it on the other person's back. Using his hand to raise his hips. And with his other hand, he grabbed Jahas left hand, pinning it against the bed once more.
Mongrang pulled away, looking at the others' gaze. His face was flushed, lips a rosy pink and out of breath. Jahas brows furrowed.
“You stare too much.”
Mongrang only chuckled. He moved the hand that was under Jahas hip to the side of his face. God he looked beautiful like this.
He pushed inside further, and Jaha grew tighter. He bit the inside of his cheek, huffing at the intrusion.
Mongrang felt lightheaded, the warmth and the tightness making him feel livid. But overall he felt overrun with desire. He pushed into the other fully, his hips touching. They both let out a breath they were holding.
Jaha shivered, the weird feeling of being filled to the brim was overwhelming. Just because of the sheer size of the other he felt like he was going to break. Jahas mind was also hazy, he didn't know how to feel. He somehow ended up sleeping with the man he hated the most. But at this moment he didn't hate him as much as he thought he did.
Jaha shifted uncomfortably, deep in his mind he wanted what was next badly.
“You alright?”
Jaha didn't answer, he genuinely didn't know the answer.
Mongrang rubbed circles into his sides. Letting go of the other hand to grip his hips. With his hands holding him, he slowly started pumping in and out. Jaha gripped the arm holding his hips, biting his cheek desperately.
At that, Mongrang pulled out then thrusted back inside. The heat that welcomed him brought shivers down his back. With each slow and dragged thrust, Jahas body was shaken up and down.
Jaha felt it harder to control himself, he felt his mind drifting into a haze slightly. It was only then when Mongrangs length brushed against a certain area inside of him, he let out a strangled moan. He covered his mouth once more, the hand holding Mongrangs arm grew tighter.
Mongrangs dick twitched inside of Jaha, the sound he just made gave a rush of heat through him. He yearned to hear more.
He felt something break inside of him, fuck any restraint he was holding against the other. He wanted to see Jaha under him, a moaning disheveled mess. He felt himself grow harder at just the thought.
He pulled out fully, then pushed back in roughly, hitting that spot directly.
Jaha let out an unfiltered moan at that, not expecting the sudden surge of pleasure to rush through him. Mongrang let out an unrelenting pace, not giving Jaha a break to even think.
Jahas breathing became uneven, his moans mixing with the sounds of flesh hitting one another. Jaha shivered, his mind being consumed by pleasure. Every time Mongrang hit that one spot it had bolts rush through him.
“Ahh–! F-fuck! Your such a fucking… guh!” Before he could even finish what he was saying, Mongrang captured his lips into a kiss once more. But instead of the earlier gentle kiss, this one quickly became heated. Leaving each of them breathless before they even pulled away.
A string of saliva separated them once Mongrang pulled away.
Mongrangs pace became so rough that Jaha couldn't even tell if he was still aware anymore because of the mind numbing pleasure rushing through him.
Just when he felt his mind slowly fall into bliss– everything stopped.
He looked up at Mongrang completely distraught.
“The fuck you doing..? Why’d you stop?”
Mongrang smirked, leaning in and licking the others' necks. He then whispered into his ear. “What's stopping me from just pleasuring myself right now?”
“I’ll fucking kill you.” His voice wasn't too convincing though as it was slightly wavering.
“Well, since you want it so badly…” He grabbed the other and flipped them. Where Mongrang was now lying on the bed and Jaha was on top of him.
Jaha shivered as in the new position the already deep member inside him just went further. Jaha looked down at Mongrang, and at the smug look on his face his own face must have gone pale. He felt himself blush, he certainly couldn't do that if he wanted to save any face at all.
Mongrang grabbed his hips, thrusting upwards lightly. And at the new angle Jaha felt like fireworks just went through him. He grit his teeth, he couldnt take this. All the pleasure that was built up was just stuck. He yearned for more.
Begrudgingly, he slightly raised his hips and went down. Mongrang was a bit shocked, he wasn't seriously planning for Jaha to ride him. But seeing the other slowly but desperately ride his dick couldnt have been good for him, it was too addicting
Jaha moved ever so slowly, each thrust going deep inside of him. He breathed out harshley, feeling like his arms and legs were about to give up on him. And just when he thought they were, Mongrang sat back up, holding Jaha in his arms.
They looked at each other for a moment, then Mongrang, with no warning at all, started thrusting inside of him at an unbelievable speed.
Jahas back arched, his eyes rolling up slightly. His mouth opened up in a silent moan, his hands clawing into Mongrangs arms. Mongrang however was lost in his own desire, he looked at Jaha with a hazed look. Lost in his expression and the feeling of being inside of Jaha.
Fuck, he was so fucking screwed.
But he couldn't care less.
He pumped inside the other harder, then Jaha, with no warning, whipped his head back and white spurts came out of his dick. Mongrang pumped slowly, bringing him through his orgasm.
Jaha was in a state of ecstasy, his mind going blank with pleasure. When he came back, he saw Mongrang looking at him. Then, with a grin on his face, Mongrang started pumping again.
He still hasn't gotten his own release.
Jaha jumped, letting out a strangled moan, clearly not expecting the sudden onslaught of pleasure so soon after his orgasm.
“A-agh! Fuck! You asshole, I just came!” His words couldn't even get out properly, words cracking and rough.
Mongrang just sucked a spot on the other's neck, chasing his own release now. Jahas head was thrown back once more as he was faced with overwhelming pleasure. He felt like he was going to pass out if this continued much longer.
Mongrang let out a groan and Jahas insides became much warmer. Jaha shook again as he felt himself being pushed over the edge once more.
After the haze went down, they both were accompanied with mixed sounds of their breathing.
Mongrang rolled them over so Jaha was beneath him, then he pulled out.
He watched his semen ooze out of his hole, the sight making him feel giddy. He looked up to Jaha and grabbed his cheek, squeezing his jaw between his hand. He looked at the others' expressions and that was the best reward he could have ever gotten.
Jahas face was exhausted, his face flushed and eyes blown wide. His hair was messy, sticking to his face because of sweat. Dried tear tracks running down his cheeks from the exertion. Fuck, he was so beautiful like this.
He leaned down and gave him a kiss. Jaha felt too exhausted to even say anything. But he did hit him in the head. Mongrang jumped, not expecting the sudden hit.
The two did not exchange words, but they both looked in each other with a certain gaze. But this time, not one of hatred.
“Bastard.”
Mongrang smiled. “Sure.”