It all started when you two were celebrating your hard-earned victory from defeating one of the Titans, drinking wine at the table with Mydei - your dear rival partner. You two are always fighting, or fighting together. Although whenever you're with him, you can't tell if you're in love with him, because that feeling is getting harder and harder to ignore. Today was different, though.

You don't know if Mydei was drunk or not, but after taking big generous sips, you found yourself bent over the table, taking his deep and hard thrusts. Your back is arched deeply as his pace grows increasingly faster. You can't handle your moans and whimpers as he hits your prostate with every plunge, his grip tight on your waist as he claims you thoroughly.

The scent of wine hangs in the air mixed with the sweat of your exertion, the sound of clinking glasses forgotten on the floor contrasting with your heavy breathing and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder how things escalated so quickly from celebration to this raw, primal encounter with your rival.