This would have been a surprising turn of events if this had been the first time it had happened. Finding himself missing out on fan and press fare after his duels had become increasingly more apparent. Someone else might have called it a problem. In his right mind he probably would have, too.

Where he was now was far from his right mind; arms and legs wrapped around the body thrusting up into his, having to hold on shamefully. There was barely even enough room for panting with how many dark growls and moans were being ripped from him. "That's what you want here isn't it?" He just barely managed to get out.

He met that stare as confidently as he could managed while being fucked so roughly, hand moving back to grip that brunet hair. "And if this time I deny you?" He dared even with a bite of his rival's lower lip.