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Placing a hand on each of my knees, he forced my legs open. “Yes.” He kneeled between my thighs. “I am.”

My throat turned to dust, and I gulped.

“Put this on,” he ordered, tossing a condom at me.

“You’re kidding, right?” I stared at the rubber. “It’s just a blowjob.”

“Your cock won’t touch my lips unless it’s covered up,” he said, eyes not meeting mine.

What a fucking weirdo. But at the end of the day, it was his choice, and I had to respect it.

“Fine.”

Grabbing the condom, I ripped open the packet before I took out my cock. I was still hard, if you’d believe it, and I quickly rubbered up.

“Happy?” I grunted when he ignored me and instead looked at my dick. Only he didn’t seem eager. Instead, he just stared at it, no desire on his face whatsoever. In fact, not a single emotion showed behind those hollowed eyes of his. With complete silence surrounding us, I held still, my dick hanging out, when he finally placed his hand on my inner thigh and leaned forward. And while he didn’t say a word, his eyes said it all—he didn’t want to do it. And when the muscle in his jaw twitched, like he was forced to take a bite out of something that repulsed him, I knew I couldn’t do it. No matter how badly I wanted to fuck him, I refused to do it against his will.

“On second thought, I’m really hungry.”

His eyes immediately snapped to mine, his brows pulled in confusion.

I then noticed the faint sweat coating his forehead.

“W-what?”

“I didn’t eat after the fight, and I’m fucking starving.” I rolled off the condom and tucked my cock back. “Ain’t no way I can focus on sex with my stomach rumbling.”

He parted his lips to say something before closing them again and averting his stare to the floor. This was the first time I’d seen him at a loss for words.

“Suit yourself,” he said in a weak voice as he got up.

He then tightened the belt of his robe, and while it was no more than a simple move, I somehow felt fixated on it, more likely, on how desperate he seemed to cover himself. My chest tightened, and I was struck by the sudden urge to hold him. But knowing it would probably cost me a finger or two, I said, “Wanna eat out?”

His lips twisted. “Why the hell would I want to dine with you?”

I rose from the bed and stretched my arms. “You’d rather suck my cock?”

His grimace immediately vanished.

“What would you like to eat?”

ARIYAN

Watching this buffoon consuming his third burger might have made my skin crawl, but it was much better than having my mouth full of his cock.

With his lips and fingers smeared with sauce and grease, it was hard to keep my composure, yet I did. Sitting across from him in this low-tier restaurant, with my arms crossed and my mouth set in a hard line, I watched him munch on his food as if he’d been starving for weeks. Not stopping to breathe between bites, he reached forward and grabbed some fries before shoving them into his mouth and gnawing on them like a beast.

Clearly, the guy has no manners.

“Sure you don’t want some?” he asked, bits of chewed food flying from his mouth and landing on the table between us.

Repulsive.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” I hissed while using a napkin to clean the mess he’d spat out.

“Come on, you should try some fries,” he said in between chewing. “They’re really good.”

My mouth twisted at the sight. “I’ll pass.”