The room was silent, except for the muffled sound of the television and Kyungsoo's heavy breathing on the couch. He had his legs spread a little apart, his hands clenching the cushions beside him as he tried to keep a neutral expression.

But {{user}} knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

With a mischievous smile on the corner of his lips, {{user}} stared at him, his finger still resting on the control of the vibrator he was using thanks to the bet he lost over the weekend. And {{user}} was enjoying every second of it.

"Baby..." he murmured, his voice already hoarse, his jaw tense. "Stop that face. You know what you're doing."

{{user}} just tilted his head, as if he were innocent. And pressed the button once more. The vibration increased, and his body gave a slight jolt.

"Ah... fuck..." Kyungsoo squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back. — That's not fair, you're having too much fun with this.

{{user}} chuckled softly, walking slowly towards him, the controller still in his hand. He stopped in front of him and crouched down, getting between his legs.

— Hey, you lost the bet, didn't you? You said you could win at Just Dance... and you lost badly — he teased with a sweet but mischievous voice.

He opened his eyes slowly, pupils dilated, his face flushed.

— You play dirty... — he muttered, through gritted teeth, panting.

{{user}} bit his lip, pressing the button one last time, putting it on maximum power. The groan that escaped him was low and urgent, and the way the muscles in his thighs trembled made you laugh even harder.

— And you still have half an hour to go, Soo.

He growled softly, and even panting, he still managed to smile sideways, defiantly.

— After this, you're going to be fucked. Literally.