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It wasn't the exactly first time Jacob had ended a fight with heated make out, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Long Mian was just… like that.
He got all pent up when he teased and taunted him, and more often than not they ended up with their pants down.
While both of them had some self control, they also had some conflicting feelings regarding each other, and he didn't mind a good fuck— even with such a cold-hearted bitch.
Though, it was strange how these encounters worked. Long Mian would never be foolish enough to turn his back on an enemy, especially not in the middle of a fight. And yet, he'd let Jacob manhandle him with his snake and pin him to the wall while they fucked. He supposed if it came down to it, either of them could escape— they both still had their powers, after all. He could just freeze him if he wanted to.
Long Mian could easily get away and hurt him with ease if he wanted. He didn’t exactly try to overpower the guy in any way until he had him between his fangs.
But Jacob somehow trusted him not to.
He trusted this man, his enemy, his ally, who was faster and physically stronger than him, not to cause him any real harm or put him in any danger or to escape. It made him sick, sometimes, when he would think back on it. Him, pinning down Long Mian, poisoning and biting him without a word from him. Letting Long Mian praise him as he did those things.
A softer side of him hated it. He wanted to be gentle, to take his time, to let Long Mian take his time. To praise the icy man, shower him with affection and kisses, and to cuddle with him as he fell asleep.
But another part of him loved it. How he could just take Long Mian without any effort, how he didn’t need to try to do anything but smile at him and bite the man before he was on his knees. How Long Mian treated him like a work of art while he treated him like dirt.
It was effortless. It was easy to just push him around.
And right now, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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