A FIRST TIME MEETING: KEVIN DEREK VS. RAFAEL VEGA

Kevin maintains his wide stance and downward press with his hips trying to ride it out on top of the younger instagram star.

“That’s it … settle down bud and I’ll give you a post worthy moment soon”

Feeling Rafael starting to lower back down to the mat slowly, Kevin springs his trap and once again sinks his hooks in under the tan calves below him.  Looking to get Rafael fully stretched out under him this time if he can lock his grapevine.  Still clenching hands with his guy and not minding that their bulges are lined up together.

Rafael grunts with frustration as he's trapped against the mats and Kevin slides his legs in right away. He tries to twist left and right but there's little use with Kevin weighing him down. He yanks his hands trying to get at least one set of his limbs freed so that he could properly fight back from this pin.

"Get...OFF!" Rafa shouts in frustration as he's finding little luck in his tired state. Chest to chest they grind together as Rafael bucks and struggles, inadvertently causing bulges to mash together as well and remind him of his own hard-on. But more than that, he could feel Kevin's bulge as well and this brand new territory left the wheels in his mind just spinning.

Kevin’s legs are in and finally lock.  His legs feeling resistance from Rafael’s but only serves to slow the spread as he flexes his big thighs and causes additional friction between their lined up bulges.

“Nope, but I’m pretty sure you will”

Responding and flashing an equally cheeky grin to his opponent as he feels Rafael’s right hand pull free.

“Not yet”

Needing just another few seconds of unobstructed moment to secure the match, Kevin decides to leverage the psychological warfare he has been dishing out throughout the match.  

Locking eyes with the sexy Brazilian, Kevin lowers his head and locks the guy in what he is guessing is his first guy to guy kiss.  Hoping to stun him just long enough for him to be able to bring his arms into position around his neck for a front sleeper.

Rafael manages to break his right hand free of the grapple and immediately slides it across Kevin's collarbone as he pushes hard trying to separate the two of them. This guy was sticking to him like glue and found his way into a grapevine, entangling their legs and making a true separation near improbable. Rafa tries to push up once more and force a roll, but then literally the last thing on his mind happens.

"Hrmm!?" he exclaims wide-eyed as he feels Kevin's soft lips pressing into his own. He was no stranger to the idea of course, but doing so with another guy? It was an all too strange but not necessarily unwelcome feeling that left him tingly all over. It makes him forget the match is even going on for a second as his brain has to reboot first.

Kevin watches the confused and complex reaction to his kiss in his opponent’s dark eyes.  Using the couple of seconds it takes Rafael’s mind to process the sensation to his full advantage.

“MMMMNNGH”

Rolling his hips to add to the sensation while sliding his left arm smoothly under his grounded prey’s neck.  Kevin then hooks his left hand in the crook of his right elbow and breaks the kiss.  Replacing his lips with his right hand as he sinks in a front sleeper and begins to flex both sets of limbs.

“Looking tired kid …. LET’S TAKE A NAP”

Yelling out the last part and hearing a roar from the crowd showing they know this match is now over.

Rafael moans softly as the kiss ends with him more confused than ever. He supposed the fact that he wasn't immediately repulsed meant he was into dudes too, and he kinda enjoyed it right? Was this his bisexual awakening? These questions he would have to answer later as Kevin uses his distraction to ensnare him in his deadliest move yet; the frontal sleeper.

"Ahh, HEY!" he shouts in complaint as his arms slip around Kevin's shoulders to tug and try to push his arms out of position. "This isn't a hentai match, you can't do that! He can't do that, right?! Gnghghh!" he shouts to the referee in desperation. Much to his disappointment, the referee only shrugs, not prepared to call a penalty over a single kiss.

“What? … You didn’t like it?”

Kevin grins as he continues to flex his arms and legs tighter to ensure the hawt punk kid is fully sealed into his finisher.  Rolling his hips again to see what reaction he’ll get as Rafael complains to the ref.  Whispering so the ref can’t hear….

“Feel free to tap, but there is only one way out of this sexy.  Sleepy yet?”

Kevin’s legs hold their flex steady while his biceps pulse into Rafael’s neck.

Rafael shifts uncomfortably as Kevin rolls their hips together and he feels Kevin's bulge roll roughly over his own. It sent waves of pleasing sensation reverberating through him that just seemed to turn his muscles to jelly. Well, until the pair of arms squeezed his neck tightly enough for his brain to go on high-alert.

"N-never! Unghh....not beaten...yet!" he groans as he tries to grab onto Kevin's hair and pull his head back. He also tries to flex his thighs and draw his legs in to try and slip free of the grapevine. Each tired breath was getting harder than the last as his sweaty chest had to push its normal force plus the weight of Kevin atop him to get air in.

“ARGHHHHH”

Kevin growls out in response to the hair pull and quickly raises his hips up high then drops down hard giving Rafael a bulge bomb in retaliation.  Loving the feeling of his opponent’s legs fighting back against his just like he’s felt each time he’s locked someone into this quicksand hold.

“Let go of the hair or it’ll be worse next time”

Kevin twists his head back and forth trying to get his hair free while his right hand now repositions to seal off Rafael’s mouth and nose.  Reserving this version of his patented finisher for the special few that won’t go quietly.

Kevin's slam does more than crash their hips together, it also knocks the wind out of his sails as he coughs. Kevin threatens to repeat the move on him if he doesnt let go of his hair, but before Rafael can respond, his hand slides over and muffles the brazilian's nose and mouth with a smother.

"Mmrghhh! Mrghh! Mgrh!" Rafael shouts into Kevin's palm as his last source of air is cut off. He pounds his sweaty fists into Kevin's back and shoulders but his rate of fatigue accelerates with the lack of oxygen replenishment. His struggles lose power and speed as he slows down, eyes starting to get heavier and heavier as he fights to stay awake. On top of all this, his hard on is raging with arousal from all the hip-on-hip action and getting choked out like this.