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"You fucking—"
"I sure don't mind fucking you, if that's what you want."
The One Who Shall Grip froze, his grip on the other's neck loosening. He stared blankly, his anger dissipating from the sheer ridiculousness of what he just heard, his brain frantically trying to process it.
"You..." He trailed off, utterly speechless.
"Yes, me?" The Jefe sat up on the floor, cracking his neck and fixing the collar of his shirt with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?"
"What you just... ugh." He slapped a hand on his own face, taking a deep breath of exasperation, before dragging his hand downward and shooting a glare towards the jefe.
"Are you being a prude now, after all that we've done?" Jefe laughed. "Or did you want a turn to be on top this time? I don't mind."
"No, I—"
"Right, right, I should have expected you to like being dominated more with how much you scream and beg—"
"Shut up!"
The Jefe's mouth was forcefully shut by The One Who Shall Grip covering his mouth forcefully, squishing his cheeks with his fingers.
"I'm being fucking serious here! Stop mingling with those heretics!" He gritted his teeth, his anger building up again.
"Or what," Jefe tilted his head when he was allowed to talk again. "You're going to nail me to the wall? Been there, done that."
He let out a loud frustrated noise as the Jefe laughed again, very much amused at the other's reaction.
"You should be addicted to SHUTTING THE FUCK UP!" He glared.
"Oh? Make m—"
Before he even finished his words, the Jefe was already being pulled by his collar into a rough, deep kiss, their tongues intertwined. Their hands wandered on each other's body, furiously trying to get their clothing off.
When they pulled away, The One Who Shall Grip looked away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his face flushed. Jefe smiled at the sight. The One Who Shall Grip always looked adorable everytime he ended up in this state.
"You should just be honest with yourself." Jefe leaned in and whispered to him, wrapping his arms around his torso and running a finger up his spine, causing him to shiver in anticipation.
"Just say the word."
The One Who Shall Grip let out a shaky breath.
"...P-please..."
Jefe gave him a wide smile and a pat on his head, before pushing him down.
"Good boy."