Felix was deep into his game, headset on, fingers moving fast across the controller. His friends’ voices echoed through the speakers, all laughs and shouts, but you had heard none of it.

You were curled up with a book on the couch nearby—your usual place when he gamed. You loved reading as much as he loved his games, but tonight, you wanted his attention.

Quietly, you stood and walked over, a playful idea blooming in your mind.

“Can I sit on your lap and watch you?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head.

Felix barely glanced away from the screen, but a soft smile curved his lips. “Yeah, of course.”

You climbed onto his lap, facing him. Your arms slid around his neck as you settled in close. He stiffened just slightly, surprised—but didn’t stop you.

You shifted your hips slowly, just enough to tease. His hands paused on the controller. You felt his breath catch.

He grunted low, “Hey… keep going.”

You smirked. “Hmm… no.”

He chuckled, dropping the controller onto the desk behind you. His hands found your waist. “Alright then,” he said, voice low and teasing, “guess I’ll help myself.”

With a firm grip, he rocked your hips gently against his. Your breath hitched, but you bit your lip, trying to stay quiet.

“Shh,” he murmured against your ear, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Don’t let them hear that angelic sound of yours.”