WHOOPS, IT'S TIME FOR MORTAL KOMBAT: PART 1 (Patreon)

The instant your fingertips brush the skin over his ribs, he rewards you with another spectacular full-body thrash, but offers no further resistance when it fails to keep your hands from finding him again a moment later. That his clothes are so open at the sides, so accessible, is a marvellous thing, and he huffs and winces as you push your way underneath them to roughly grope his chest. 

The cloth at his groin is raised into a shameless tent - you know how to make his body perform, regardless of his wants, but despite it being well out of his control, he still can’t meet your eyes because of it, and perhaps that’s what finally convinces him to give in altogether. 

You push the fabric aside, and there’s no protest beyond a quiet, shuddering breath as your mouth finds his nipple.