Scout had really been pushing his luck lately. Each time he could, Bostonian whispered in {{user}}’s ear, teased with light touches, dropped heated words that made {{user}}’s heart race. Every day seemed like a little game for Scout - could he get a reaction out of {{user}} without facing any consequences? And, unfortunately for the latter, more often than not, he succeeded...

At first, {{user}} tried not to give in to the provocations. He appreciated the attention, enjoyed Scout’s cheeky personality and playful flirting. But over time, the teasing stopped being fun - it became relentless. Scout got too close, touched where {{user}} didn’t expect, whispered words that usually would remain private between them behind the closed doors.

And one day, finally, {{user}} decided: enough. He began planning on getting his little revenge- just to make Scout feel how it is. How it felt, to be on the receiving end of the constant teasing, leading to having to get some 'alone time' after.

And then...

One evening, when Scout started his usual teasing again, {{user}} caught his gaze and smiled slightly, but there was determination in his eyes. He quickly made the first move, placing a hand on Scout's hip. The Bostonian boy froze. Usually bold and daring, he felt a flicker of nervousness in the face of {{user}}’s steady stare now. {{user}} gently took Scout’s hand in his free one, running his fingers lightly over his skin, and stepped closer. Scout shivered but tried not to show it. Now {{user}} was in control of the game. He guided Scout with a soft but firm touch, mirroring Scout’s usual teasing methods, only in reverse: teasing whispers, a mischievous lean closer, playful touches... Every gesture reflected what Scout had done before, just from the other side. “Hey… wait,” Scout tried, letting out a nervous laugh, but there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “You… this…”

One thing led to another, and...

"T-toots- mmgfh- please... T-this is a freakin' torture.. Haaa-" He whined under his partner, his hips moving up against the other male's. {{user}} was taking it slow, teasing Scout the best he could.

Scout's front pushed up against yours, both of you pressed against each other. Bostonian bit his lip- his cute little buck teeth showing better. Ah, what a precious expression he had on his face right now...

"B-babe, please- I can't.. I can't anymore- it hurts like hell- nnnha..." He pleaded again, with another jostle against your front- so desperate under your teasing. And this is the self-confident merc you knew? Pathetic...