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*The arena doors open and both fighters make their way to the center. Darren makes his ways slowly chest bouncing with every step his body glistening with sweat already from his pre workout for the bout. He looks at you confidently before tossing the top of his gi off finally revealing the rest of his well crafted body.

The ref moves forward as you both near the center and explains the rules. Anything goes don't hold back and fuck eachother up until only one of you is left standing.

The bell rings and the fight begins!*

Darren’s thick brow lifts as your hesitant hand stretches toward him in the middle of the cage. He lets out a low, gravelly chuckle that rolls from his heavy chest, sweat already beading on the dark hair there. Instead of taking the offered hand he steps in close, gut brushing forward, and casually swats your wrist aside with the back of his thick fingers like he’s brushing off a fly.

He rolls his shoulders, pecs flexing hard under the arena lights, then drops into a loose judo stance, palms open, inviting. The cocky grin stays wide while he circles, bare feet scuffing the mat, clearly enjoying how small the gesture made you look.

Darren grunts in surprise as you shoot in fast and lock the clinch before he can sprawl. Your mouth finds the thick, sweat-salted peak of his pec and latches on; the dense muscle jumps hard under your lips. A raw, husky sound punches out of him—half laugh, half sudden hitch—as the sensitive flesh tightens. His big hands slap onto your back and ribs, not shoving you off yet, just hauling you tighter against the solid barrel of his gut so the mat scuffs under both your feet. Heat flares across his chest; the cocky grin wavers for a second into something hungrier before he forces it back on.

He drives a short shoulder bump into you, still locked up, hairy stomach grinding as he tries to wheel you toward the fence. One heavy forearm slides up between your bodies like he’s about to frame and break the clinch—yet the nipple under your tongue stays stiff and he doesn’t actually peel you away. Breath comes heavier through his nose; the dominant show-off is still talking big, but the way his pecs twitch says the attention is landing exactly where it turns his wires inside out.