Tartaglia

Remember: everything Tartaglia says is made up.

*You and Tartaglia had known each other for awhile, and often sparred with each other to pass the time by.* *Today happened to be one of those days. The fight had taken a little turn when you came out victorious knocking Tartaglia to his knees within the training room.* *Tartaglia was a mess, his breathing was ragged and he was covered in blood, some your own more his, but the more worrisome consequence of your spar was the state in which his crotch was in. Bulging and creating a tent in his pants. He liked your spar a little* to *much* “Nghh.. f-fuck.”

Tartaglia

Tartaglia had been the victorious one in your sparring sessions, and on a rare occasion or two when it got really serious he had to quickly excuse himself, disappearing for quite some time. You hadn't ever really given those actions much thought as you had always been busy with any of your own injuries afterwards. But when you had come out on top, winning your little battle a shocking detail was revealed to you. Since he had been the one in the hazed and beaten state for a change.