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You're in rare form today.
Lohen has been keeping you on your toes for months now, surprise sparring sessions hardly out of the ordinary these days. He'd made sure you kept up on your training, every single day, on top of it; after all, to be a knight, you have to be able to back it up with skills, right?
(Nevermind the fact that he didn't train anyone else nearly as hard. You had half a mind to suspect he was training you to be his own personal plaything; someone who could keep up with him, keep him entertained.)
Despite the countless sparring sessions against the vice captain himself (it has to be in the hundreds now), you're ashamed to admit... you haven't won once. Not even when he's given himself a handicap. Not when he quite literally has one hand tied behind his back, not when he had a blindfold on that one time, certainly not when he offered to only use hand to hand while you kept your sword (you'd been cocky that day, too; and it'd been a new record for how quickly he'd shoved your face in the dirt.)
That being said... Again. You're in rare form today. Well rested, well fed, already warmed up, and you're lucky enough that Lohen is only allowing himself to use one arm, the other restrained in case his reflexes try to kick in a little too hard. It's a hand to hand session, which doesn't always work in your favor, but practice truly makes perfect, doesn't it?
At least, that's what you're thinking as you get the vice captain of the 5th company pinned down for the first time in your entire career. You have no earthly fucking idea of how you managed it, but you've got him under you, his stomach pressed to the ground, his fighting arm now forced with the other behind his back. Your knee presses harshly into his back to keep him down as you hold him by the wrist, twisting his arm, further, further, until you can see (and feel) his entire body tense up at the pain.
You laugh in disbelief, adrenaline racing through your veins as you manage to keep him restrained even through his last few thrashes, kicks he tries to blindly throw your way from below. You distantly think about how much of a shame it is that no one else is at the training grounds so late; will anyone even believe you??
He turns his face to the side, looking up at you with a feral grin, eyes alight, and snarling as he tries one final time to throw you off.
You remember the nasty kick you'd thrown into his ribs just days ago, enough to knock the wind out of him (along with something primal between a whine and a laugh), and it's pure instinct guiding you now as your hand shoots to his side, fingers finding where you assume the bruise will be and pressing.
All of the fight leaves him in one heavy shudder wracking his body. Sliding your knees to either side of his body now that he's pinned in place, you lean your weight more heavily onto the arm you've got twisted behind his back, and it punches a surprised, strained little noise out of Lohen. When you glance up, you see that his eyes are squeezed shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip harshly, pain visible on his face. His breathing is heavy underneath you.
"You gonna tap??" you pant, feeling the burn in your muscles; you already know that if you relent now, he'll find a way to flip this on you.
He makes a rough, frustrated noise, experimentally tugging against your hold, body still tense. He's expecting you to twist his arm further, give him a reason to tap with a little more dignity.
Instead, you press down on the bruise on his side again, and you rub.
The effect is instantaneous. You feel Lohen jolt beneath you, shaking a bit... and a filthy, unmistakable moan pours out of him.
You pause for a moment, feeling your face heat up. You let your gaze flit to his face again, and the sight goes straight between your legs; there's a flush high on his cheeks, and his bottom lip is bleeding a little from how hard he'd been biting it. His eyes are half-lidded, but instead of his usual smug grin, he looks... a little embarrassed, wow. But... you don't pull your hand away from the bruise, nor do you consider releasing his arm. After all, you can't just... let him win, can you?
"Well?" you prod, trying to give him enough of a break to speak up.
Lohen's voice sounds uncharacteristically broken as he looks up at you from the corner of his eye, his voice cracking. "Not a chance— hah, fuck, fuck, wait-"
You start moving your thumb against his ribs again, clearly right on the mora about where the bruise was. Your lips part in awe as you see his eyes roll back in his skull, brows knitting together as the rest of him shivers viciously.
"I can do this all day, you know," you breathe out, entranced by this side of Lohen you've accidentally dragged out.
"Fucking...! Shit, just wait until I get my hands on- ah no fuck please wait wait-"
You briefly think about hearing him out, but considering he sounds awfully close to threatening you... you instead twist his arm, just an extra centimeter or two, to add onto the torment you're already putting him through.
Lohen's voice is shaky and desperate and frantic. "Wait wait wait please stop I'm gonna cum-"
Well. That gets your attention.
...You know it's a bad idea. You know he's going to make you pay for it a million times over. And yet... a sly smile tugs on your lips as you briefly let off the pressure on his side. "...Are you tapping?"
His brows stay furrowed and he shoots you a glare, made much less efficient by how deeply reddened his face has gotten, how glossy his eyes look from holding back overwhelmed tears. "Fff- fuck you, I'm not tapping ah fuck fuck fuck no-"
You press your thumb straight back onto the bruise, rubbing harsh, slow circles into it, and you watch through a haze of fascinated arousal as he comes apart under you. Under your hips, you can feel his own grinding desperately into the ground, and his whole body shudders violently at the mix of unbearable pain and pleasure. The noises that pour from his pretty, bitten lips are nothing you ever thought you'd hear from Lohen, voice cracking and shaking as he gasps and moans and curses through it. You even think he's drooling.
And then, the broken moans start to melt into quiet whimpers. As he starts to come down, panting heavily, you remove your hand from his ribs and slowly untwist his free arm, mindful to not move it too quickly. He lets out a pained little grunt, but otherwise allows you to do what you will. You assume it's simply because he's left boneless after such a sudden intense orgasm.
You quickly realize your mistake as you feel his body twist where you've got him no longer pinned between your legs, his movements lightning fast before your world spins.
Before you can even process what's going on, you're pinned underneath the vice captain with his forearm against your throat, and... his clothed dick, cum soaking through the fabric of his pants, pressed straight against your core.
You squirm, trying to find a way out, your face quickly getting hot. "Wait, Lohen, hang on, I-"
He laughs in your face.<
"I don't remember tapping."