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“It’s so hot out.”
“I’m sweating.”
“I’m hot.”
Whizzer’s fingers curled tight around the racquet, his squinted gaze shifting to look at Marvin. Marvin was breathing heavy and he made a show of how tired he was, letting his racquet fall to the ground and his shoulders slump. Whizzer rolled his eyes, walking slowly over to him. He stood behind him, his front pressed against Marvin’s backside. “I swear to god,” Whizzer growled, grabbing Marvin’s hips and moving his lips to Marvin’s ear, “if you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
Marvin snorted, squirming in Whizzer’s grip. “Let me go. You’re gross.” Whizzer only tightened his grip on Marvin’s hips and bit his ear, and Marvin laughed. “Seriously, babe, you can’t say that kind of stuff when we’re doing this.” He pressed his elbow against Whizzer’s chest, pushing him back. Whizzer finally relented, letting him go and moving a few feet away.
“What? Why?”
Marvin hesitated. “It’s distracting.”
Whizzer looked over at him and smirked. “Oh, I see. You don’t want a boner while we’re playing, because then you’d lose ever harder to me.”
Marvin grinned, shaking his head and looking away. “Shut up. Let’s keep playing.”
Whizzer smiled back and shrugged. “Well, fine. If you insist on continuing to lose to me.”