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fakhri slammed the older man down, the sound of kahar’s skin slapping the ground could make anyone hiss in pain. his hands made their way fast to the latter’s neck, strangling him. kahar grunted and tried to claw his way out but the younger’s grip on his neck was sealed tight.
maybe fakhri does intend on killing him.
this was just another one of their petty fights. how’d turn into this? it seems kahar had provoked the younger one on a bad day.
kahar struggled again, this time, he knocked his head on the younger, trying to get some sense back to fakhri. it turned out unsuccessful as it only managed to provoke the latter by choking him harder. fakhri straddled the older’s hips, successfully locking the latter underneath him. then, he pushed himself down further, applying pressure to kahar’s crotch. the older’s ears went pink as he flinched due to the impact.
“sial,” he managed to yell out.
beads of sweat started trailing off his forehead. fakhri wanted kahar to learn his lesson; he wanted to leave a mark on the elder's neck. watching him squirm underneath fakhri made his stomach feel good.
kahar felt numb, something in himself was churning. he felt hot and bothered. why does lying under fakhri feel so attractive? maybe he was losing his damn mind. unintentionally, his eyes rolled back, mouth agape. the pressure on his neck and waist was too much for kahar to handle, he felt manhandled.
he let out a loud moan.
both of them froze on the spot.
—
it’s been hours since the incident. kahar is repenting in the bathroom; he’s been soaking under the shower for thirty minutes now. the harsh water droplets kept hitting his skin, yet nothing could compare to the embarrassment he’s feeling. kahar wanted to bury himself in the toilet bowl and flush himself down the drain.
he rubbed the nape of his neck, the print of fakhri’s fingers still imprinted deep around them. none of the kids in his dorm dared to question it. they figured it must’ve been one of kahar’s encounters with the junior.
it felt empty now, as if something was missing. he wanted to be underneath fakhri again.
kahar shook his head from thinking such thoughts.
unconsciously, his body started acting up. he took a sharp intake of breath as he felt something inside his stomach hurl. kahar couldn’t let the vision of fakhri manhandling him go. he craved the younger’s touch again.
slowly, he went down to his crotch and started stroking the tip of his cock. kahar’s breath hitched as he swirled his index finger on the sensitive tip, his body temperature immediately rising from the contact.
kahar threw his head back and started rubbing it up and down. he picked up his pace, going from the tip to the bottom of his shaft. he lets out a breathy moan, hand going faster trying to reach his climax.
his mind began trailing back to the incident earlier, spicing up his imagination. he was clouded with fakhri, from the younger’s toned down abs, his large hands and slender fingers, his impeccable jawline, and of course his exceptionally handsome face.
“fuck.”
pools of cum hit the bathroom floor. kahar couldn’t stop stroking his cock despite the sensitivity hitting his back. visions still full of fakhri, he milked his dick, getting every last bit of cum out. the sensation sent shivers down his spine, and it drove kahar crazy. so crazy he felt it went hard again.
kahar pushed his wet hair back, hand still tight on his dick. he thought to himself, that fakhri brat will pay!
—
fakhri couldn’t sleep that night.
he was shuffling in his bed, turning right then left. he was completely bothered by what happened with kahar earlier. everyone else in his dorm was sound asleep, especially ayam. their soft snores filled fakhri’s ears, acting like a white noise.
he let out a sigh and decided to go out to take a breather. but before that, fakhri went to the bathroom to wash his face.
then, he was pulled into one of the stalls. confused as hell, he turned his back to the perpetrator, getting ready to beat them. until he notices who.
“. . . kahar?”
the older grinned, and cornered him in the stall. his hand sneaked towards the handle, locking fakhri in. “yo, budak mentah.”
fakhri rolled his eyes and pushed the latter away, clearly annoyed. he doesn’t feel like entertaining kahar at the moment; his mind was still bothered. “apa benda, sial?”
kahar didn’t budge. instead, he pushed himself further to the younger’s body, their chest touching. one hand to fakhri’s jaw, the other on the hem of his pants. “banyak lagi benda kita tak settle, fakhri.” kahar taunted as he nibbled the younger’s earlobe, with one leg pushing up against fakhri’s crotch.
he felt the latter’s breath hitched.
shit-eating grin still not leaving his lips, kahar went to trail wet kisses from fakhri’s jaw down to his neckline. he could hear the younger’s soft groans and it made him want to provoke him more. he proceeded to grind his tent against the latter, lips still not leaving fakhri’s collarbones.
he noticed the younger’s hand resting on the side of his hips, seemingly trying to hold kahar steady at his place. he smirked, eyes locking with the now hot and bothered junior in front of him. he bit fakhri’s adam’s apple gently, earning a moan as a reply. kahar continued leaving bite marks all over the latter’s neck, hips still heavily grinding against fakhri’s.
it’s driving the younger insane.
not wanting to let kahar feel like he’s in charge, fakhri shot him a glare and grabbed the elder’s hand that was steadying on the hem of his pants. to kahar’s dismay, he positioned them on his clothed dick, now hard, and licked his lips. fakhri’s other hand then made its way to hold the latter’s jaw.
“kau nak sangat kan, sial?”
kahar felt a heavy lump on his throat. ah shit.
before kahar could even retort, his back was thrown against the bathroom wall. fakhri’s hungry lips attacked kahar’s, completely shutting him up. the kiss was sloppy and messy, he was devouring the latter up. kahar was struggling to breathe but still kissed the younger back hastily.
with fakhri’s hand still locked on his jaw, kahar tilted his head to side to get a good taste of the younger’s tongue. he moaned softly, hand now stroking fakhri’s cock. kahar nibbled the latter’s lips and the younger reiterate by shoving his tongue down the elder’s throat.
after a while, they both pull back, saliva stringing their tongues after the kiss. their chest started feeling heavy from breathing hard. fakhri turned kahar’s jaw to make the elder face him. his lips curved to a smirk as he examined how pathetic the kapla looks under his presence. the latter’s face was flushed beet red, his eyes glistened, lips swollen and dull.
kahar looks so damn good.
fakhri gestures to the elder to take a sit on the toilet seat. kahar shot him a weird look but fakhri told him it’s either that or kneeling on the floor. kahar sat on the toilet immediately.
his impatient hands then made their way to fakhri’s pants. he eyed the younger, waiting for approval. fakhri gave a quick nod, also impatient. as kahar pulled them down, fakhri’s hard cock slapped his face instantly.
the younger kicked his pants away to the side, leaving nothing but his dick in front of kahar. till this day, the elder still thinks this size is ridiculous for someone as young as fakhri. kahar isn’t complaining though.
fakhri went and grabbed kahar’s curly locks, edging the elder’s mouth to his throbbing shaft. “hisap.”
kahar rolled his eyes in annoyance. he hates being told what to do. but he’ll let this one slide. he licked the tip of fakhri’s cock for a taste, making the younger’s breath hitch. kahar steadied his hands on the sides of fakhri’s hips as he engulfed the latter’s dick in one take.
fakhri threw his head back and let out a loud moan. kahar was slowly working on his magic, tongue swirling around the younger’s tip and grazing his teeth along the shaft of fakhri’s cock. his hot mouth was occupied; the deeper he sucked, the more he could feel it bruise the back of his throat. he went up and down, urging fakhri to cum and shoot his release inside his mouth.
the hand that was on kahar’s head starts loosening its grip. fakhri was going crazy, he doubts it was the first time kahar ever gave a blowjob; why is he so fucking good at it?!
“fuck, sial.”
he came, hot pools of cum started dripping to the floor. kahar tried his best to swallow most of them. fakhri pulled the latter’s head away, “seronok pulak kau.” kahar sneered and licked his lips together, wiping the excess cum off. he stood up and gave fakhri a kiss, making the younger frown from having to taste his own residue.
kahar continued to push the younger until his back hit the wall. he bit fakhri’s lips hard, little drops of blood started spilling. fakhri whined as he grinned his cock against kahar’s clothed one. kahar gave his bloodied lips a taste before taking his pants off and also kicking them to the side.
he positioned their cocks together and spat on them for moisture. his slender fingers began swirling on his own tip as he jacked off in front of the younger. feeling provoked, fakhri switched their positions again, now he’s the one cornering the latter.
he lifted the other’s shirt to expose kahar’s body. stuffing the hem of his kapla’s shirt into his mouth, fakhri’s mouth went to play with kahar’s nipples. he latched onto one and let his hand play with the other. the elder threw his head back, letting go of his shirt. kahar started to stroke his cock faster, his lips messily letting out breathy and loud moans; obviously liking the sensation.
fakhri was abusing kahar’s nipples bad. he was licking, pulling, biting, swirling his tongue and fingers around it. kahar felt his stomach churn. he was in ecstasy, salty tears started pooling in his eyes. he’s close to cumming. lips now spewing soft and small moans.
“fakhri, please la.”
the younger let go of his nipples and placed one hand on kahar’s waist, pulling him closer. kahar went and sling his hands around fakhri’s broad shoulders for support. he felt like his legs were giving up on him from all the pleasure. fakhri then went on and grabbed both of their cocks together.
kahar winced in sensitivity as he let the younger’s large hand handle his dick. fakhri’s low grunts and moans were music to kahar’s ears; instantly making him bite the younger’s neck to contain himself from moaning loudly. “nak dekat,” he cried out, legs visibly shaken. “fakhri!”
fakhri went on, watching as their cocks spilled out cum. it was a mess, but fakhri continued milking them despite the elder’s whining. kahar was trying hard to catch his breath, his head now fuzzy. the younger rested his chin on his kapla’s shoulder, also trying to catch his breath. the both of them stayed like that for a while; not uttering a single word to each other.
“round 2?”
“pergi mampus.”