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Finn felt a strong kick to the side of his leg. He swore they had agreed on just punches in the beginning, to help Shrimpo spar. His knee buckled, two fake-outs, then a punch to the chest that seemed like Shrimpo had been holding back. Finn regained composure, straightened his borrowed boxing gloves and wound up his arm, missing the hit entirely. Shrimpo almost seemed to laugh at this, before he kicked again, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist.
Neither of them hit very hard in the first place, but the few times that they had done this in the past, Finn always ended up surrendering. Sometimes the activity could go on for over an hour, and it was tiring. He didn't mind 'losing', but it would be nice to feel triumphant for once. He missed another punch, aiming for Shrimpos face still. He wasn't exactly sure I'm how to do this kind of stuff properly, he acted as more of a punching bag, despite the several hung up in the room.
"YOU READY TO GIVE UP YET?" Shrimpo dodged as he spoke, attempting to kick again, a bit higher this time. The Finn dodged clumsily.
"--You said no kicking!" He groaned, managing to land a small punch against Shrimpo's jaw, just barely making contact.
"I LIED." He spat.
Finn breathed heavily, assessing the pains in his body. Regardless of the wear-and-tear of this hobby of theirs, he didn't hate it. It was fun, even considering that this was nothing like what he usually did for entertainment, but this time he wanted to follow through to the end. He wanted to win, even though it wasn't reely a competition. The only problem was, no matter how many times he tried to hit him, Shrimpo could usually dodge almost instantly. He had to think outside of the box.
Finn attempted to fake-out a few times, and had gotten hit in the process, before lunging full force at the crustacean, effectively tackling him to the ground with a thud and several protests from the other. Both practically panting, Shrimpo caught his breath first. "GET OFF OF ME!" He tried to wriggle his way out from under Finn.
"Oh my Cod, are you tapping out already?" A tinge of playful sarcasm coated his voice. He held his hand down firmly on Shrimpo's shoulder, essentially immobilizing him for the time being.
Shrimpo aggressively tried to free himself, trying and failing to kick his way out from under the other Toon. "I HATE YOU."
"Hey, just say you tap trout and I'll get up, shrimple as that!" He continued to wrestle the other, struggling to keep him on the ground. This was weirdly entertaining for him, actually. He enjoyed the feeling of winning the fight, even if he hadn't technically won yet.
The water in his head sloshed around, and a little bit trickled down the front of his face from where his head was tilted, and just as he was relishing his victory, Shrimpo's teeth latched onto his shoulder, biting down hard in a desperate attempt for escape.
He froze instantly. The feeling burned for a moment, his glass flesh ached where Shrimpo's sharp teeth connected with his upper arm. The muscles in his stomach contracted and fluttered.
oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Shrimpo released his jaw and bit again, this time closer to his neck, grumbling though his teeth. Finn could practically hear the water in his head heat up, his face getting warmer, the expression in his eyes probably said everything, but Shrimpo hadn't let go. In fact, his eyes were closed. Oblivious.
Finn attempted to compose himself. "Hey uh, cod— could you uhm.. " He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the tingling of his skin all throughout himself. "—Please, let go of me." He took a deep breath, mumbling to himself.
Shrimpo opened his eyes and let go. "WHY?" He growled. "CAN'T HANDLE A LITTLE PAIN? I HATE WUSSES."
He rubbed the spot where he was bitten tentatively. "I can handle it!" He corrected. "Its just— biting is... different?" There was no normal way to explain the actual reason behind it. It's not like he could just blurt out 'yeah sorry, man. I got hard when you bit my shoulder.' 'please do it again, I'm horny! '
"It just felt weird, y'know..?" He sat up from Shrimpo. " I mean— like not weird, weird! good weird! "
And there it was, the absolutly mortifying outcome of his nervous rambling. 'good weird.'
Shrimpo, who was still laying on the floor, also looked slightly embarrassed; which was an emotion of his that Finn had never seen before. "...OH."
" It's not like that! " He tried to correct. "I mean— I.." He rubbed his palms together nervously. "I didn't reely mind it, but,"
"I CAN DO IT AGAIN."
He said it so casually that Finn thought he must have been hearing things. He felt nauseous, that fluttering feeling came back to haunt him. He closed his eyes tight, and nodded. If this was some sort of trick, then so be it.
And, it wasn't a trick he supposed. Because not even a second after he nodded his head Shrimpo lunged at him, and began nipping and biting at his skin. His neck and jaw, all the way to his collar bones. His head titled almost on instinct to let the other in.
If this was how all of their sparring matches went, Finn wouldn't mind losing so much.