A little below the belt.

Dago didn’t figure he’d do very well in a fight with someone who seemed so confident. He was strong, but this guy apparently knew what he was doing. He decided to be a little bit of a cheat and change the game up a little. Once Dago’s wrists were free, Felix shut his eyes and waited for the inevitable. Dago had other plans.

Dago straddled Felix’s lap and pushed him back into the couch cushions. Felix’s eyes snapped open and he looked like he was going to protest, but Dago leaned over and kissed him. Sitting down like this was good, Dago was slightly taller because of his position; otherwise Felix was too tall. It didn’t take very long for Dago’s intention to be clear; usually one doesn’t french the enemy before a fist fight.

Dago didn’t let up, unwilling to allow words to make this any more complicated. This was a distraction and hopefully the man had a sense of humor so he could talk his way out of this in the end. He was certainly not above using his body to avoid dying a second time; he didn’t have a chance to come back after the first.

Soon, they found themselves on the floor. Apparently, Felix had gotten into this, too and quickly Dago’s shirt was discarded, along with the now useless bandages that were covering Felix’s torso. Now, with a half-naked albino pride demon on top of him, Dago realized that he’d pretty much won this little battle.

Dago had his legs wrapped around Felix’s waist as he tried to loosen Dago’s belt. He didn’t remember when Felix had completely undressed, but it had apparently happened. Dago couldn’t look down at himself, but he felt something that was simultaneously burning hot and shockingly cold on his erect cock. All he could do was moan against Felix’s mouth when that hot and cold sensation moved to stroke him.

Soon enough, Felix pulled away from Dago’s mouth and came with a groan all over Dago’s stomach. Dago then realized that Felix’s hands were freezing and had been wrapped around both of them with little problem. Dago hadn’t finished, but that was quite alright. He’d trade being frustrated a while for living to see another day.

He quickly scooted out from underneath of Felix and wiped himself off with the sheets that he intended on tearing up for bandages while Felix was taking heavy breaths. Dago dressed himself in lightning speed.

“I think I won,” Dago said with a grin.

He promptly turned on his heel and left out of his own house, not caring that Felix knew where it was. Maybe he’d come back for more, that was fun.