NSFW content: Teasing, spitroasting, double-penetration, hard and soft top (good-cop-bad-cop dynamic), degradation and praise kink
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It began with a seemingly-innocent selfie. Julius loved nothing more than to stir the pot. Rock the boat. Get up to mischief. He took the photo quickly, snapping it while Tsurai was distracted. Just a sliver of his body and red hair in the background was enough. While Julius smiled in that cocky half-grin in the foreground, Tsurai sat at the edge of the bed in the background. Turned away, back exposed, shirtless. Julius was bubbling with quiet glee as he sent the photo. This was the exact goading he enjoyed the most. It wasn't for manipulation's sake, more so for his amusement, with roots of curiosity. Julius enjoyed setting up the dominos to watch them fall. It took minimal effort to set this scenario up, but it would ignite a wildfire. With a couple taps of his phone screen, the picture was sent to one person who's number Julius hadn't used in months. It was always good to save old numbers for cases like this. The recipient saw the message quickly, but left it on read. Even better. It meant that what he had to say couldn't be conveyed over a text.
Tsurai tugged his shirt back over his head. He hummed with ignorant contentment, still basking in the afterglow of sex. Since that first time he'd hooked up with Julius, Tsurai has made it a habit to visit the garage more and more often. Julius wasn't thrilled with the buzzing company. But Tsurai sweetened the pot by bringing pizza, and even brought his car in for maintenance once or twice. Although, it was mostly a half-baked excuse to loiter. Anything to distract himself. And at first, Julius was loving it. This golden goose was paying Julius with money and free food to fuck him. He couldn't complain too much about that setup. But there was a glaring drawback that slowly eroded his patience.
Tsurai was emotional. He was touchy-feely. And his returning romps with Julius were beginning to drag out, more and more, after the mood had long died. Tsurai was starting to latch on to Julius, talking to him about life and struggles and school. It was nauseating. Julius didn't sign up to be someone's pseudo-boyfriend. Tsurai clearly still wanted Mint back. The two have been broken up a little over a month now, and he was still pathetically pining for the guy. With Julius as a distraction, Tsurai wasn't likely to beg for Mint back. So, Julius did him a favor. He would open an opportunity for the two to meet again and have a real heart-to-heart.
Julius was just about to return to working on Tsurai's car, with Tsurai blabbing and carrying on some conversation he wasn't interested in, when there was a harsh banging on the garage door. It made Tsurai jump in his seat on the shop stool as the rattling boomed over the relative silence. He looked to Julius, "Who's that?"
Julius grinned and shrugged, failing to feign ignorance. He walked to the garage door and pulled it up by the handle in one fluid motion. On the other side stood Mint, fuming.
"Oh, Mint! What are you doing here?" Julius spoke with an obvious and obnoxious tone. From where he was sitting, Tsurai's eyes went wide. Mint's glare softened when the two made eye-contact. He shoved past the garage door and rushed to Tsurai with agitated steps.
"What the hell are you doing here with Julius?" Mint began his tirade, "Are you doing this on purpose? To make me jealous or something? Julius, of all people? What the fuck are you thinking?" Tsurai was speechless. His mind was experiencing whiplash by the turn of events, and his heart squeezed from seeing Mint again. It's been over a month of radio silence. He missed him so goddamn much. But Mint was angry right now, and Tsurai wasn't sure how to react. He held his hands up in surrender.
Luckily, Julius strode up to slink an arm around Tsurai's shoulders and draw the heat away from him, "Woah woah Mint, easy there. I don't know why you're getting so angry."
