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Jalim fic

Salim's heart pounded in his chest – he felt like it's going to explode, ripping his ribs apart. It was so new to him; millions of questions and thoughts crossing his mind rapidly. He felt foolish, doing what he was doing, after all he knew only this, with women doing it. 

But there he was, cheeks and ears bright red as Jason's stare burnt into his skin, pupils blown, gaze low, lust glinting in his eyes. If Jason's stare could undress Salim, he would have been butt naked long ago. But it wasn't the case; even if both of them wanted nothing more, but to devour each other. 

In the past few weeks Jason was a pain in the ass for Salim, the man's libido was like a rabbit's. Salim couldn't do a basic chore without being cornered and distracted by Jason, and his needy cock. 

But now… now the table has turned. If Salim couldn't find peace from Jason's touching, now Jason won't be able to touch anything at all. 

Salim had a handcuff from long ago- once Zain got arrested and he needed to bail him out, his son took a souvenir home with them; the officer's handcuffs. After he found it, of course, as a responsible father, Salim took it. And as a responsible tease, he now used it against Jason. 

Bringing up a chair from the kitchen wasn't the hard part. To make Jason sit there, and handcuff him- was the real challenge. 

"Jason," he purred, stepping closer to his lover, his thumb and index finger brought up to siege the young man's chin. "remember what I promised?" 

Jason looked up, chest heaving, and he squirmed, an already noticeable bulge between his thighs. 

"Yeah, you can tie me down, only if I'm gonna fuck the living heck outta you." He groaned, pushing his shoulders out. 

Salim let out an evil chuckle, as he lowered his torso, to meet Jason's head. 

"And do you know?" His lips brushed against Jason's while the amerikan grunted angrily, fighting off his shackles. 

"What now?!" Jason pushed his head forward to catch Salim's lips, but the Iraqi was quick to retreat. "Goddamn now Salim, what?" 

The older man's lips curved up into a toothy grin, eyes narrowed, he started walking back a few meters. 

"Well, Habibi." Salim hummed,  as he traced his fingers up to his collar, hooking his finger in the fabric he started to pull it down, exposing his skin. “I lied.” 

With that he caught his shirt’s neck button with two fingers, unbuttoning in quickly. Then he continued the act, eyes never leaving Jason’s agitated gaze, who mapped through the older man’s body from head to toe. 

Skillful hands trailed down the fabric, showing more and more of Salim’s tanned skin, chest covered in black hair, slightly curling up, leading down to his navel, and his happy tail. 

“Damn you Salim!” Jason hissed. “Fuck, I should have never agreed on this shit!”

“I’m afraid that is a lost cause.” Salim shrugged his shoulders, the thin shirt fell down onto his back, stopping on his hips, as he still had his arms in the garment. He made sure to flex his upper body, his muscular arms constracting – veins bulging. Breathing out with a low hum, he tilted his head to the side; let's just Jason see what he won't touch tonight. 

Jason groaned low, from his throat; neck tensing up as he clenched his jaw. 

Salim took a step closer, hips swaying in motion, he let his shirt fall to the ground, arms sliding down on his chest, stilling at his trousers, fingers hooking in the belt. 

"Like what you see?" He pondered, one finger brushing through his happy tail. Leaning ahead, Salim rocked forward his hips, right into Jason's face. 

Seeing the younger man so flushed, tense and riled up gave Salim some kind of power he never had before, within himself. 

"Wouldn't you want to have your hands all over me?" Salim asked, as he caressed his hips, just outside of Jason's reach. He could feel the American's heated breaths on his skin. "I know you like my happy tail." 

Slowly he paced back to his belt, untying it, the leather grazing over Jason's cheek. "You like brushing your fingers through it while you suck me so nice and good. Isn't that true, Jason?" The zipper slipped down, Salim's semi-hard cock popping out. He didn't stop there, hands spreaded out on his hips, he caressed his thighs, pushing further down his pants. "Wouldn't you want my cock to shut your pretty mouth?"

"Salim…" Voice hoarse and low, Jason breathed out his name – half a prayer, half a warning. Good, – Salim thought – he deserves to suffer a little. 

"Or it would be, me riding you? Hard and tight, until you come?" 

Salim kicked away his trousers, legs spreading so he can almost straddle Jason's lap. 

Jason licked his lips, eyes twitching, neck muscles tensing as he stared down at Salim. 

"Tell me Jarhead." Salim murmurs with a sly grin, fingers pushing down his briefs. He pulled it over his base – hair dark and curly around the flesh, taking himself into his hand to give it a stroke. 

At the sensation his head dropped back, eyes rolling in, but just for a moment; Salim caught himself. 

He needs to win this. 

"Tell me Jason, how much you want me." He whispered, bucking his hips.

"...I'm gonna bust Salim." Jason swallowed hard, gasping and fidgeting; shifting in his seat, he slid his legs down, so his hips could access more space. "Fuck…"

"Already coming, without any help? Is that all you can bear, Lieutenant? I don't even need to touch your dick? Licking it up, lapping your throbbing veins?" Salim grabbed Jason's chin, angling him up, so he could meet his dark gaze. "Sucking the last drop of you? Hmmm? You don't need it?"

"Need it Salim, aye. I need ya, feel ya aroun' me, suckin you dry." He whined, tears appearing in the corner of his eyes. 

With a pleased smirk, Salim leaned to Jason's fordeah, hand sliding to his throat to hold him in place. 

Jason leashed on his lips like a hungry predator, tongue pushing forward - swirling and lapping, nibbling and sucking on Salim's bottom lip. 

When all the air escaped his lungs, the older man pulled away; Jason went after his lips, but the handcuff stopped him. Cursing he shook his shoulders. 

"Arright Salim what is it for? Unlock this shit now, or I swear…!" Choked the younger man. 

"Oh nothing." He trilled; patting the heated, red cheeks of Jason, thumb stroking the swollen lips. "I just wanted you to know that you will get this, if you continue to be under my skin constantly." 

With that, Salim took one last look at the suffering marine, then he turned, picking his clothes off. 

"I'm going to have some tea." He informed Jason, walking out from the room.

Jason choked, whole body fighting the bond already, he cursed. 

"SALIM! You bastard! Come back right now! Ayy Salim!" He shouted, but Salim was already walking down the stairs, chuckling to himself. 

Salim one -Jason zero, it is. 

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