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A tense atmosphere was hovering around. Kenshi stared at his fan of cards, no longer hoping to win, but he couldn't give up now. And the reason for all this was that according to Johnny playing cards just like that is not interesting, it's more interesting to wish and everyone, of course, supported him (which was the biggest mistake for them this evening).
Johnny, let's be honest, he wasn't the only one, didn't spare his friends and came up with the most lame assignments. Kenshi felt genuinely sorry for Raiden, who had played poorly from the start, due to his lack of experience. Johnny and Kun Lao had him howling for a minute. Poor Raiden, he probably hasn't felt as much shame in his life as he did in one night. But that wasn't the toughest part, the toughest part was the assignment from Kun Lao. How did he even think of getting Raiden to steal an item from Lord Liu Kang's room? But Kenshi had more questions after Raiden brought the ribbon they could often see in the god's hair. It seemed that all four of them were going to get hit hard by Liu Kang tomorrow.
Behind his musings, Kenshi didn't notice that he was the only one left with cards in his hand.
“Well, Kenny, you’ve lost! Now you’re going to have to do what we’re going to ask you to do,” a sly smile appeared on Johnny’s face. Kenshi knew he was in for a rough ride.
The actor turned to Kun Lao and started talking to him, giggling evilly. Kenshi was praying to all the gods he knew, asking for their help.
“Well, Kenshi, we've decided", Johnny looked over to Kun Lao once more, squinting with laughter. “You have to sleep with Bi-Han!”
Kenshi stopped believing in a higher power at that moment. He looked at one, then the other, and jumped to his feet.
“No! You’re both kidding me! Out of everything, you chose this?!”
The cards scattered around him. Kenshi’s face was a huge storm of emotion, but it was immediately obvious that at that moment the swordsman was like a bomb that would explode if touched. Kenshi wanted to strangle those pranksters.
“There’s no way I’m doing this! What do you take me for? Oh, I get it, you just want me dead!”
“Calm down Kenshi, rules are rules, you are obliged to fulfill our wish”.
“Don’t even try it, Kun Lao, I get it, our Kenshi’s just pissed,” Johnny interrupted. “I’m right, aren’t I? You just want to be brave, but you’re a coward”.
Kenshi's face reddened with anger. It was a severe blow to his pride, and it was right on target. Yes, he was afraid, but could anyone blame him for that? Lin Kuei grandmaster was one of those people who were scary to even breathe around, let alone sleep with. The mere sight of Sub-Zero made his body shiver and his skin flush with nervous sweat.
«Guys, let's just calm down and not yell», Raiden, who had been sitting quietly watching the scene unfold before him, interjected. «We don't need to fight.»
Raiden pulled Kenshi away from him, as he was (by Raiden's standards) standing dangerously close to Johnny.
«All right, I'll do it! But if I die, you know it's on your conscience and I'll take my revenge!», Kenshi pointed his finger angrily at them, hissing in annoyance.
He pushed Raiden away from him and strode sullenly toward the door. The swordsman didn’t even realize how he could do it. The task before him was simply impossible. He had no idea where Bi-Han was right now, Kenshi only knew that the previous afternoon, the Lin Kuei brothers had arrived at Wu Shi Temple at Liu Kang’s request for some kind of mission. He exhaled doomedly, realizing what an idiot he was for agreeing to this whole adventure, but immediately realized that there was no turning back – Bi-Han appeared on the horizon.
“Elder Gods, help me!”
Kenshi was starting to get very nervous. The excitement was gaining more and more momentum with each step. I mean, he hadn’t even thought of what to say! “That’s it, this is the end” thought Kenshi, already approaching Bi-Han.
“Uh… Sub-Zero?”, Kenshi swallowed the lump in his throat, touching Bi-Han’s shoulder, drawing his attention. The swordsman summoned all his self-control when the man turned to face him, for that perpetual icy coldness of his eyes made his body shiver. Kenshi could no longer understand what had caused this reaction. Was it excitement? Or fear? Or perhaps it was neither, but the most common excitement and anticipation? Kenshi clearly didn’t have time to sort through his emotions. Every second was crucial to Bi-Han’s patience. “I have something to tell you. I’m…”
“Elder Gods, how exciting this is! Come on, Kenshi, pull yourself together. You still want to live…”, the swordsman’s skin was covered in a layer of sweat. He looked up, dreading the stare across from him.
“What did you want? Speak quickly, I don’t have time. If it’s some nonsense, you can get out right away.”
“Yes… He’s definitely not in the mood right now. Ugh, I’ve been there.” Kenshi pulled himself together.
“No, it’s very important! I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time. From the very first day we met, I felt something inside me. It was such an unfamiliar feeling. Whenever I was near you, my heart started beating like crazy and my pulse jumped so fast that I thought I would faint from excitement. As time passed, it never went away, only getting stronger. I wanted to be closer to you. To be with you all the time that was given to me. I thought I was going crazy. All my thoughts were about you. All my dreams were about you. But now, looking back, I realize what caused it all. It wasn’t a disease, no, at least what I was experiencing could be called a disease. It was love. I love you, Bi-Han, but I don’t even hope for your reciprocation,” Kenshi didn’t even realize that everything he was saying was so sincerely true. A truth he tried to hide under the guise of fear. A truth he simply couldn’t accept, but there was no point in hiding anything now. And if these were his last minutes of life, he had no regrets. Kenshi kissed Bi-Han lightly, holding his face in his hands without waiting for a response, and immediately pulled away, cursing himself for giving in to the rush of emotion.
Kenshi looked at Bi-Han expectantly and was slightly surprised. He saw the genuine confusion on Sub-Zero's face and could have sworn the emotion was foreign to him.
They both stood in tension for what seemed like an eternity until Bi-Han finally looked at Kenshi. He looked around, watching the presence of people around them.
«Uhm, I'll be honest, you surprised me. I suggest you discuss this matter in a more intimate setting,» and without waiting for an answer, he moved from his seat, heading for his room. Kenshi immediately followed him. Tension hung over them like a storm cloud. Neither of them spoke a word until they reached Bi-Han's room. He opened the door, allowing Kenshi to step forward, and immediately went in after him, closing the door.
“Um, well… What exactly do you want to talk about?”, Kenshi was a little nervous. There was no telling what Bi-Han might do. It was just the two of them right now, the risk of him doing something now was too great. Kenshi turned to face Bi-Han, but was immediately surprised when his lips covered his in a passionate kiss.
Kenshi opened his mouth in surprise. He certainly couldn’t have guessed that Bi Han, that cold, harsh man, would reciprocate his feelings. Bi-Han took advantage of this hiccup, deepening the kiss, pulling the swordsman close to him.
Kenshi quickly came to his senses, responding to the kiss. God, he'd never imagined that the most ordinary kiss could be heady enough to make his knees buckle. Kenshi let out a quiet, shuddering moan as Bi Han began to explore his mouth possessively, sucking and playing with his tongue.
They reached the bed and fell on it, still kissing each other. Bi-Han pressed himself against Kenshi, devouring his lips with even more fervor and biting them bloodily. His hands suddenly caressed Kenshi’s waist in a way that was inconsistent with the cryomancer’s other actions, and reached for her belt, untying it.
The kiss had to be stopped for lack of air. Kenshi's face was flushed and her breathing was traitorously labored. By the way, Sub-Zero didn’t look any better, with his hair disheveled and his eyes blurred.
Clothes dropped to the floor. Bi-Han's lips began to explore Kenshi's neck, leaving bites and hickeys on it that clothes definitely couldn't hide. That's right, let everyone know who this beautiful man underneath belonged to. The contrast of the cold against the warm skin caused a herd of goosebumps to run down Takahashi's back. A moan escaped his throat. Bi-Han left kisses lower and lower. Finally, he reached his chest. Sub-Zero’s lips covered the stranger's nipple, licking and nibbling on it, causing Kenshi to whimper softly. God, he didn't remember them being so sensitive. But his body seemed to blossom under the skillful caresses.
Bi Han, watching his partner's reaction, began to suck more vigorously, rolling the bud with his tongue. At the same moment he began to run his hands over Kenshi's body, exploring what was previously inaccessible to him. Sub-Zero could have watched forever as Kenshi wriggled under his caresses, as the swordsman grew louder and less restrained with each touch of his cold hands. If Bi-Han hadn't been trained in restraint his entire life, he would definitely be inside Kenshi by now without training.
When Bi-Han let go of the nipple, he looked at the picture he had created: Kenshi’s body was covered in various markings, and his nipple was red and swollen from the cryomancer’s unrestrained caresses. This beautiful sight made Sub-Zero want to swallow Kenshi whole, to make him his own, so that no one would even think of coming close. Bi-Han leaned over and took the other nipple into his mouth, repeating all the same actions.
The swordsman groaned. This sweet agony was slowly driving him crazy, making him thrust forward in search of more. His hands gripped the sheet tightly, crushing it.
“Look at you,” Bi-Han’s lips came close to Kenshi’s ear, barely touching the lobe. “ So sensitive, so needy, so desperate for my touch.”
A whimper escaped Takahashi’s mouth. He searched in vain for any kind of friction, grasping desperately at Sub-Zero’s shoulders. It was all becoming such sweet torture that Kenshi couldn’t stand it anymore.
«You're rubbing against my leg like a bitch in heat, and we're just getting started,» Bi-Han smirked, watching Kenshi's face redden at those words, and pressed his knee harder against the swordsman's groin, eliciting a shuddering sigh from him. «A small, impatient puppy, begging to be fucked.»
«P-please,» Kenshi didn't know how he found the strength to say anything. The thoughts in his head were already a jumbled mess, and the cryomancer's actions were disrupting them even more, forcing him to gulp for air.
«Hmm, well, since you're asking so nicely…'' – Bi-Han reached over to the small nightstand, grabbing a vial of coconut oil. He carefully uncorked it, generously pouring the contents onto his fingers, and just as carefully set it aside. Bi-Han placed his fingers against Kenshi's entrance, smearing the lubricant over it, and slowly slid the first one inside, eliciting a suppressed sigh from the swordsman.
The sensation was very strange at first, not to say unpleasant. But the moment Bi-Han began to slowly move his finger, Kenshi felt the cryomancer touch his prostate. The swordsman moaned muffled with pleasure, prompting Bi-Han to knead the ring of muscles further, adding a second and then a third finger.
Kenshi tried not to make very loud noises as Bi-Han deliberately stroked and pressed the lump of nerves. Kenshi arched his back, resting his head on the pillow and trying to get deeper on the cryomancer's fingers; pre-ejaculate dripped from his cock, leaving a small puddle on his stomach.
«Mhm. Ah! Bi-Han, please stop teasing me! I'm ready!», Kenshi dug his nails into the cryomancer's shoulders, looking at him with a hazy gaze. At this moment, it seemed to Bi-Han that there was no better picture in the world. He carefully pulled his fingers out of Kenshi and, smearing the remaining oil on his cock, entered Kenshi as far as he could with one smooth thrust. At the same moment, Bi-Han covered the swordsman's mouth, preventing the loud moan that escaped from the man's throat.
«Hush, you don't want anyone to hear us, do you?», Bi-Han quipped, beginning to make slow, lazy thrusts, eliciting from Kenshi a quiet grunt that was muffled by a firmly clasped palm.
Gradually, the pace began to quicken until the thrusts became harsh. Bi-Han thrust roughly into Kenshi, each time running his cock over the swordsman's prostate, eliciting whimpering moans from him. Kenshi tried every way he could to cling to Bi-Han to feel a modicum of sanity, but each time the man knocked all thoughts out of Kenshi's head. The moans, slaps, and creaking of the bed became a cacophony of sounds that interrupted the silence of the late afternoon.
The swordsman wriggled, thrashing, rolling his eyes, clawing at the cryomancer's back and shoulders, giving himself over completely to such excruciating pleasure. With each new thrust on his prostate, Kenshi's orgasm came closer and closer. The man grabbed his neglected cock, wet with pre-ejaculate, and began to jack it in time with Bi-Han's thrusts. At the same moment, the cryomancer yanked his hand away from his cock, holding it above his head.
«Oh, no, you will cum only at my hands and only when I let you,» Bi-Han growled, panting. He would not tolerate Kenshi's willfulness, and anyone who did anything contrary to the Grandmaster must be punished.
Kenshi only mumbled something inaudible, unable to make a coherent speech. Bi-Han's hand moved down to Kenshi's cock, quickly guiding it up and down, bringing the swordsman closer to orgasm, but at the last moment moved to the base, squeezing his cock and preventing Kenshi from cumming.
The swordsman cried out. A tear rolled down his face. The rejection of orgasm stunned Kenshi. He looked up at Bi-Han, begging to start moving again, but was met with only a stern look.
«For the first time, I'll forgive you for touching yourself without permission, but don't expect the same loyalty from me the next time.»
After these words, Bi Han resumed thrusting in the same rhythm. The frozen hand on the swordsman's cock similarly began to move at the pace of Bi-Han's cock hitting Kenshi's prostate.
The sensations after the withdrawal became overwhelming. Just a few thrusts brought Kenshi to orgasm again, but this time he was allowed to go over the edge. The swordsman's entire body tensed in ecstasy and a loud moan escaped his throat. After a few thrusts, Bi-Han followed Kenshi, coming inside.
Bi-Han stepped out of Kenshi and, taking his hands off his face and wrists, fell down beside the motionless swordsman. Only the heavy breathing of the two men could be heard in the room. Neither of them wanted to speak or move, they were completely content lying like this next to each other.
“I wonder why you need coconut oil," Kenshi's voice broke the silence. “Yes, I realize you're a lonely man, but you don't look like a man who's ever done anything like that," Kenshi gently reprimanded Bi-Han, for which he received a strong pinch on his thigh.
“I don't need the oil for that at all. I use it on my hair, it makes it look lush and shiny. Now go to sleep, we have a lot to talk about in the morning.”