❛ He’ll screw anything, you know. ❜ from paul to mohan oop
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"Clearly."
There was a certain dryness to his tone, a lack of surprise at this shocking revelation. Mohan knew better than many about Pagan's exploits. Multiple men in his bed, a different man for every day of the week to fill some hole that no amount of stitches could fix up. Mohan was one of those men, multiple nights spent with his face next to Pagan's. He still wore the same perfume, didn't he? The same cologne that Mohan's muscle memory attached itself to. Fuck's sake, Mohan hated that bastard and yet he could feel a tinge of disgust at Pagan's latest claim.
What did he have that Mohan did not? Was Pagan sleeping with Americans now? Did his desperation finally stoop to a new low?
"What drew him to you, hm? Were you selling your services for cheap? You have a small dick? What's your appeal for his ego?"
