“You keep pushing me,” Mangolia growled through a clenched jaw, every word trembling with the effort not to explode.

Kruel bared his teeth, a slow, feral unfurling. “Then push back boy.”

His voice dipped, shameless.

"I enjoy a good foreplay amidst the tussle of fists." soft chuffing sounds followed his revelation as his hand swung forward and backward in excitement.

Mangolia groaned in annoyance, rushing sloppily at Kruel, his body crouched low to confuse Kruel. In a swift motion, he ...