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โฌฆ info; mongjaha, established relationship, voyeurism, first time, thigh riding, dry humping, masturbation, nipple play, v v consensual, clothed sex, jaha has an oral fixation confirmed, demisexual jaha???
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Like most things in life, Jaha has absolutely no idea how he got himself into this position.
It started with drinks before Mongrang concluded that his lap was too empty and decided to haul the ravenette onto it. Just like that, Jaha's entire focus on the conversation had faded into oblivion. Somehow, Jaha has learnt to adjust to the physical affection Mongrang needs in a relationship.
In the beginning, when Jaha was still getting used to the flurry of moths scattered in the pits of his belly whenever Mongrang so much as came into his field of vision, even the slightest of touches like the brush of his knuckle against his cheek would make his skin buzz with electricity so bright it was blinding. Even now, as Mongrang's hand travels up and down his back, goosebumps erupt all over the pores of his skin and sitting comfortably is no longer an option.
Giving up on listening to whatever petulant story Mongrang was recounting, Jaha sighed in annoyance, and turned around, straddling Mongrang's thighs.
"You're annoying." Jaha spits without the usual malice. It comes out softer than he wants it to, which makes it a little humiliating โ who knew two months of being in a committed relationship would water him down into this softie figure.
"You're enjoying it." Mongrang states.
Jaha doesn't argue. It's hard to do so when Mongrang's right. The other's hands grip his waist, and Jaha has to inhale sharply to hide the hitch in his breath. The other notices anyway, if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by. "Like what you see?"
"Shut up." Jaha narrows his eyes, putting on his best act of annoyance. Inside, though, Jaha's somewhat glad that getting into a relationship with a man โ Mongrang, of all people โ didn't change much between them.
The brunet laughs, reaching up to cup Jaha's face. Jaha relaxes in his hold, even allowing himself to lean into the warmth of his palm. After a moment or two, he begins eyeing Mongrang's lips intensely, trying to telepathically convey to him that he would very much like Mongrang to kiss him.
It's still hard to initiate sometimes. It's not so much his pride as it is his fear of rejection, which is ridiculous considering they've been in a relationship for weeks; Jaha shouldn't still be this fearful, for lack of a better word.
Mongrang gets the hint, though. He smiles sweetly as he tilts Jaha's face downwards and presses his lips against his. The ravenette reciprocates embarrassingly quickly, pushing himself forward as he places his hands on Mongrang's shoulders to stabilize himself.
The other prods his tongue against his bottom lip, and Jaha understands the unspoken invitation of prying open his lips and he allows the entrance. He sighs against his lips, hands languidly travelling up to leave his imprints on the back of Mongrang's neck.
Honestly, Jaha's seen so many people kiss in his lifetime, and yet he never understood why people were so adamant about it. Now he understands. It should be a crime for something like pressing lips against lips, and tongues against tongues to feel this good.
It doesn't take long for the kiss to get heated; it never did with them. Jaha tugs on the strands of hair on the back of Mongrang's neck and presses himself closer, desperate heat flushing his body red. The other reciprocates the energy, tugging at his waist to pull Jaha closer. It wouldn't have been a problem if Jaha wasn't painfully sensitive. He lets out a tiny sound against Mongrang's lips, halfway between a moan and a groan.
Mongrang pulls away, laughter already dancing across his lips. Jaha knows he must look completely ragged โ from a simple make-out session, no less. Before Mongrang can pull away completely, Jaha leans his head on his shoulder and pants against it, lips fluttering over the other man's skin.
"Look at you blushing like a virgin." Mongrang coos mockingly, as he usually does. Now, in the general run of things, this would prompt some crude remark from Jaha, but he stays silent today, merely shifting slightly on Mongrang's lap to take the pressure off of his crotch. The brunet pauses in where he's running his hands along Jaha's sides. "Are you actually?"
Jaha shuts his eyes, letting a defeated breath escape his mouth. "So what?"
It's not something Jaha likes discussing with people. He's spent his life (both of them, actually) completely unperturbed by anyone. He's never felt even an inch of romance or sexual desire towards anyone, and none was felt back towards him. Not even when he was still a teenager working at the inn, but even then, he was far too puerile to think about sexual attraction.
He'd assumed he'd go his entire life without finding someone, but it was not until Mongrang had sauntered into his life with his chin up and cocky attitude that Jaha felt some sort of romantic attraction for the first time.
"I just thought since you were soโฆ" Mongrang trails off, and Jaha presses his lips together.
"Well, I've never liked anyone before." Jaha grumbles. "Not before you. And I don't do things I don't like to do."
"Is that why you never brought up sex?"
"You've never brought it up either." Jaha points out.
"I knew this was your first relationship." Mongrang begins and pokes Jaha's hip. The ravenette exhales into Mongrang's shoulder and pushes his face further into it. "I didn't want to pressure you into doing anything you didn't want to."
Now that makes Jaha stiffen up just a little. Mongrang's been surprisingly attentive, and sweet at times since they started dating, but this... this caught him slightly off guard. Irritatingly cute was what they were together โ all cuddled up like this. It made Jaha's heart flutter in that annoying way that only fondness could do. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud โ no fucking way.
Thus, he prompted to pull back with a soft scowl on his face, but the other didn't humour him, holding him in place by his waist. "Come on now, don't run away."
"You're annoying." Jaha reiterates.
"We already established that you enjoy it."
Jaha holds back an eye-roll. "Well, you're wrong."
Jaha expects some sort of retort to come out of Mongrang's mouth, but all the other does is frown slightly, his hands moving up Jaha's sides in slow motion. His voice is quiet when he speaks. "Does it scare you or something?"
It sounds mocking, but Jaha knows that somewhere in between the letters, Mongrang is sincerely curious. Jaha shifts closer to him, allowing his entire body's weight to fall back on top of him.
"I just don't understand intimacy." Jaha says plainly. He expects Mongrang to laugh, to make fun of him or something of the sort but he continues to remain silent, focused, merely resuming the reassuring circles he was tracing on his back. "It's probably too late to start understanding it now, anyway."
"No, it isn't." Mongrang reassures. "You're with me, and you took the courage to tell me you like me. You're already doing it, don't you see?"
"That's only a small part of it." Jaha mutters.
"Yeah, well, we all start somewhere, right? No need to rush. You can't suddenly acquire all the skills of being a good boyfriend." Mongrang says before pausing. "Doesn't apply to me though, I'm perfect."
"You're horrifying." Jaha deadpans. He then resumes his position of hiding in Mongrang's neck. Absentmindedly, he plays with the fabric of the man's clothes. "Can we try doing it?"
Mongrang smiles, unbeknownst to Jaha. "Doing what?"
The ravenette stays silent for a moment, gathering his wits to answer properly. "Sex, or something."
Mongrang practically beams at this. "Of course."
Jaha exhales. "How do we even start?"
"Getting demotivated already?" Mongrang asks. In turn, Jaha grits his teeth in annoyance. Outside the room, there's chatter. The noise calms him down somewhat, having to sit in silence while having this conversation would have been humiliating.
"I'm not, I just don't know."
There's a momentary silence between them.
"Wanna try something?" Mongrang asks. The tone of his voice sends a shiver down Jaha's spine.
"Depends." He whispers. Mongrang grins before he's cupping the other's face and kissing his lips all at once. Jaha makes a sound at the back of his throat when Mongrang licks into his mouth. He breathes into the warm area, head spinning with unfamiliar desire. Blood rushes south so quickly that he's afraid he'll pass out.
Mongrang pulls away and a string of saliva connects their mouths. "How do you usually jerk off?"
"What?" Jaha asks, appalled at the question, and though his voice comes out as harsh, it's lacking its usual bite. He's far too taken aback and kissed out to appear threatening.
"How do you usually jerk off?" Mongrang repeats. Jaha bites his lip. Oddly, he trusts the other man with this information.
"I don't like touching myself." Jaha says slowly. The other nods, like there's nothing wrong with that. It makes him feel normal; it's nice. "It feels a bit wrong to touch myself. So usually, if I want to get off, I justโฆ" He pauses. "I hump a pillow."
Mongrang is silent for a moment before he's surging forward to kiss Jaha again. He groans into Jaha's mouth and doesn't even flinch when their teeth knock together from the force. The kiss is so brutish that Jaha almost feels embarrassed to be taking part in it. Almost.
The next time they separate, Mongrang whispers against his lips. "That's so fucking hot."
Jaha feels his ears get hot.
"Wanna do something similar?" Mongrang asks. "You can hump my thigh."
Jaha opens his mouth before closing it again. His breath hitches and all he's capable of doing is nodding his head.
Usually (which isn't even that often at all), when Jaha is jerking off, all he really thinks about is Mongrang anyway. This was like, a nice extension. It wasn't anything too intense either. Maybe Mongrang was a genius after all โ he wasn't all just talk.
Mongrang shuffles to the side to allow Jaha to straddle just one thigh for easier access. What he wasn't prepared for, however, was Mongrang hitching his knee up and pressing his thigh against the growing bulge on Jaha's crotch.
"Ah," Jaha lets out a quiet moan, head drooping as Mongrang continues pressing into it with his thigh, going in circles. "Wait."
Mongrang immediately stops his ministrations, his hands quickly flying to Jaha's waist to support him. "What's wrong?"
"Can youโฆ" Jaha lifts his head, looking down at Mongrang's lips. The brunet doesn't hesitate, quickly reaching over to connect their lips. Jaha sighs into his mouth, feeling much more in the zone when he's busy making out with Mongrang like this.
Subconsciously, perhaps his desire had finally gotten too much because his hips moved of their own accord, and he ground down onto Mongrang's thigh, a moan escaping his lips directly after the action. It was good. Mongrang's thigh was hard and stable, unlike Jaha's pillow, and the warmth radiating from him was so human. It was slightly terrifying, but the pleasure cancelled it out, and soon, Jaha was simply humping down onto Mongrang's thigh like a dog in heat, with noises spilling out from his lips every few seconds.
The kiss turns sloppy as Jaha fails to keep the noises suppressed in his throat. The pressure against his clothed dick was so wildly hot. It rose up in waves, and his toes curled with the pleasure. He pants into Mongrang's mouth, sweat forming in beads at the back of his neck.
"I'm going to touch you, okay?" Mongrang asks when they break apart, and Jaha nods in response, the words barely registering in his head through the haze of pleasure. It's only when Mongrang's cold fingertips pinch the buds of his nipples that he whines, effectively pulling away from their kiss. Mongrang, encouraged by the response, immediately drags Jaha's shirt up until it's above his nipples before diving underneath it enthusiastically to wrap his lips around one of the buds.
"Fuck, fuck- Mongrang." Jaha pants, moans spilling from his lips as the movement of his hips turns erratic. Heat flows downwards, rippling through his entire body until all he can do is throw his head back as his body trembles.
"Mongrang..." Jaha warns before he's cumming into his boxers, whines following suit. He pants and squirms, tugging at the other to leave his sensitive chest alone before he starts shaking like a leaf.
Mongrang gives his nipples one final lick before he emerges and faces Jaha. He licks his lips as his eyes travel all over Jaha's face. "Did you come?"
"No fucking shit." Jaha groans, feeling the stickiness inside his pants. It isn't pleasant, but Jaha would argue it was worth it.
"Aw, you were so cute just before. Now that you've gotten what you want out of me, you're just going to return to being your usual grumpy self?" Mongrang asks, tilting his head innocently โ the act would've been slightly more believable if his hair wasn't tousled in every direction and if his lips weren't slick with spit.
"Shut it." Jaha murmurs before pausing, settling on Mongrang's lap. "You haven't come."
"Very considerate of you to notice that," Mongrang nods, speaking sarcastically. Jaha purses his lips as he eyes the bulge in the other's pants.
"You don't have to help if you don't want to." Mongrang says quietly. Jaha presses his lips together, hating that Mongrang can read him this well. It's not that he doesn't want to; it's just that he already has trouble with touching his own dick; he isn't so arrogant as to think that he can jerk someone else off. "I can take care of it in the shower."
"You can do it here instead." Jaha blurts out before he can stop himself. "I wanna watch."
Mongrang's mouth opens, and he's left gaping like a fish for a long second. "For real?"
"I mean, if you're so reluctant, thenโ"
"No โ of course I'll do it." Mongrang says quickly, his tone amused, but there is urgency in his movements as if he's afraid that Jaha will go back on his words. And that just goes to show how well Mongrang knows him because Jaha would've likely retracted his suggestion if Mongrang didn't go along with it immediately.
He hooks his fingers under the waistband and swiftly pulls his pants down just enough to be able to take out his cock. Jaha watches his fingers as they pull out his length. He's always had a peculiar obsession with Mongrang's hands. But he couldn't be blamed, not when they were so long, skinny, and bigger than Jaha's.
Jaha stiffens up just a little when Mongrang scoops up some of the pre and lathers it up over his dick as lube. His jaw falls open ever so slightly, and he watches as Mongrang plays with himself, his strokes long and thorough, as if he's savouring it.
His dick looks objectively nice, like a dick โ Jaha doesn't really know what else to compare it with. Mongrang moans, a soft sound that spills from his lips when he twists his wrist in a particular way. Jaha doesn't even realise he's staring so hard until he finally lifts his head up to look the other in the eye.
To his surprise, Mongrang wasn't even looking down in the first place, he'd been staring at Jaha the whole, entire time. The back of Jaha's neck flushes, discomfited that he'd been caught watching the other so intensely, but it's hard not to be mesmerised when he's so pretty.
"Do you want me to do anything?" Jaha asks, and Mongrang groans, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"No, just sit there, okay?" The brunet says as his hand speeds up. He inhales sharply before his eyes fly open again, and he's making eye contact with Jaha. Unable to handle the pressure of his stare, Jaha turns to look down at where Mongrang's still pumping his cock, now moving faster. He thinks he's aware of when Mongrang starts becoming close because his stomach starts to tighten, and the moans that spill out from his mouth increase in volume. His hips thrust upwards, but the movement is restrained from where Jaha is still straddling his lap.
It makes heat rise up Jaha's body as desire boils in his lower belly. Restless, Jaha shifts in his seat.
"Jaha..." Mongrang gasps. The ravenette looks at the other, biting his lip at the bright red face that he's greeted with. "Jaha,ย ngh, comingโ"
Jaha feels his mouth go dry at the words, quickly darting his eyes down just in time to see Mongrang's abdomen tighten and then loosen before white spurts of cum spill onto his abs.
"Oh." Jaha breathes. Reaching out slowly, he touches Mongrang's cum and spreads it over his skin. He doesn't get far before Mongrang grabs his wrist.
"Don't." Mongrang warns. "I'll get hard again."
Jaha purses his lips, nodding his head obediently and retracting his hand.
"Looks like someone else is hard, too." Mongrang says teasingly. The dark look in his eyes has vanished, and Jaha scoffs. He pushes himself off of the man.
"You're imagining it." Jaha mutters.
"Uh-huh." Mongarng nods, unconvinced.
Jaha ignores him. "I'm going to take a shower." He tells him.
"Mm." Mongrang hums. "Can I join you?"
Jaha doesn't answer, merely moving towards the bathroom. Mongrang follows anyway.
"Was it okay?" The brunet asks, voice much softer now, no trace of teasing.
Jaha ponders it for a moment.
"Yeah." He finally says. "Better than okay, I think."
Mongrang laughs behind him. "Finally ready to admit that maybe I am the perfect boyfriend?" He asks as he reaches out to grab ahold of Jaha's waist.
The other rolls his eyes, but he doesn't push Mongrang away. In fact, he leans into the touch.
"In your dreams, shithead."
ยฉ yeri (@yerrenica) โฌฆ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. another 3k word piece. i really need to start writing shorter things, i feel like very wordy fics scare people away.
Mongrang was always one of those types of people - one of the handsome men who always hung around White Eagle Town, a woman holding onto each of his arms. It was almost like a routine for him. He got what he wanted; a momentary lapse of entertainment, and then breaking the hearts of the women who clung onto him like glue (though, he only rejected them so harshly as a sort of revenge for Byung Gu).
Though this did get boring, Mongrang always found the chase to be exhilarating. He loved the faces of the men around him, jealous of the beautiful women always looking at him instead of them. It did make sense. He was handsome, rich, dressed nicely, and he even fought well. Mongrang was the whole package! Why wouldn't he have admirers?
Except, within the sea of the admiration that he found himself in, it was all superficial. Mongrang liked to drown himself in it, but he knew that all people wanted him for was for his looks or his reputation. He didn't enjoy the adoring looks that were reflected in people's eyes, for he knew they simply adored everything about him except for him. No one ever thought to get to know him better, and to explore the depths of his personality.
...Why was he even thinking of this? Perhaps these were the musings of a drunk, lonely man. It was quite late, after all. Mongrang chuckled to himself, setting the money on the table for the wine, before he got up and sauntered to the inn he was staying at. He reached the inn, then into his room.
Wait.
This wasn't his room. He only realised this a few seconds too late when he saw you pouring yourself some alcohol. Curse him and his drunken mind. It seemed like you hadn't drank a single drop, seeing as how you noticed him right away.
"Um... hi?" You asked with awkwardness lacing your voice. Mongrang felt himself sweating, getting more and more embarrassed under your gaze.
"He- Hello," He replied, and internally cursed himself for stuttering, especially in front of a woman as pretty as you. Mongrang cleared his throat and spoke again, "I... am deeply sorry, I walked into the wrong room and I-"
"Would you like to drink with me?" You suddenly asked, interrupting him.
Mongrang's eyes widened, "Why do you ask?"
"It's lonely drinking by myself, no? And I don't mind making new friends, I'm new to White Eagle Town."
Was it just Mongrang, or was your voice like sweet honey to his ears? He couldn't hear the shrill of deception in your voice like he had heard with all the other women he'd met, and you seemed incredibly genuine. Though, your words did sting his heart a little, as he was drinking by himself just a few minutes prior to this meeting. He also couldn't find it in himself to reject you, so he gave you a charming smile and nodded.
"I don't mind," He said, before quickly asking, "What's your name?"
You seemed to ponder the question for a bit (what's there to ponder?) and you answered, "It's [Last Name] [Y/N], yours?"
"Mongrang."
You gave him a smile, before pushing one of the chairs out from underneath the table and motioned for him to come and sit next to you. It made sense - how else would Mongrang drink? Doing as you asked, he softly sat on the chair you pulled out and asked in a joking manner, "I drank a little bit earlier. If I black out, I can blame you, right?"
You laughed, then nodded, "Of course you can. But hopefully that doesn't happen."
Mongrang liked your laugh. He gave a small smile and nodded, pouring himself a drink into one of the cups that the inn provided. He then spoke up, "Thanks for the drink, [Last name]."
"Thanks for the company, Mongrang!"
You two clinked cups and downed the shot together.
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Mongrang put half of his hair up into a messy bun, and the other flowing. His brown locks and blue orbs stared into the mirror as he checked for any blemishes. He sighed, mumbling out, "I'm perfect again... This is why I'm being bullied by the other Great Villains!"
He went out of his room and saw a suspicious looking envelope sitting on the front of his door. Mongrang bent down to pick it up, turning it around to check who it was from. The front of it just had his name written out. He had to open it to see what was inside. He hoped it was not another girl's hair, like before.
Opening the envelope, the first few lines read, "You are invited to Jackson Wang's party!"
