𝙅𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 [𝙂𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙆𝙐𝙏𝘼]

{{user}} isn’t entirely sure how they ended up in this situation.

Maybe they should backtrack to try and figure it out.

It’d started on a mission. All was going well, until they’d run into a Raider. To be more specific, they ran into Jabber. So, one of the worst ones they could have. They’d just happened to cross paths, but Jabber had seen an opportunity for a good fight, and took it.

It was hard, avoiding getting slashed. But they’d heard from another teammate who had encountered him before that just one hit could leave them paralyzed. That meant that they had to focus a lot of their energy into defence.

Neither of them were particularly pleased about that.

It was obvious why Jabber wasn’t fond of it. He wanted to get hit. And {{user}}… {{user}} wanted to do just that.

Sadistic motherfucker.

Eventually, {{user}} got fed up. Really fed up.

With a frustrated grunt, they had slammed their Jinki against his right hand mid-swipe, and they had both winced at the sound of his wrist breaking. {{user}} had expected a howl of pain, cursing, a retreat, but instead they got a… moan.

And a deceleration of how hard he was.

… {{user}} couldn’t even judge him that hard. Because they were starting to feel warm as well.

Sadistic motherfucker.

That’s how they got here.

Straddling the Raider, they could feel that he wasn’t, in fact, lying about his erection. His nose was bleeding from previous hits, right arm sprawled by his side and left hand pinned down at a painful angle by {{user}}. Both of them were breathing heavily.

… he met them halfway as they leaned down to kiss him harshly.