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It had started out as a simple evening of gaming with Levi, playing survival horror, combative, and racing games. It was supposed to be a fun event of beatdowns and spamming the same move over and over and slipping first place out of grasp with a demonic shell, but somewhere into the night it got cranked to a competitive level a bit more bawdy than intended, and you have the pleasure of denying everything that happened afterwards as your fault.
"Like I'm going to accept that kind of challenge."
"Come on, Levi! If you're so confident, then you shouldn't have anything to worry about."
"Of course I'm confident, but that has nothing to do with what you're suggesting. I'm not Mammon. I'm not turning this into a gambling session."
"I already said we wouldn't be involving money. I think you're just scared!"
"Excuse me?"
"You're scared that when I beat you you'll be stark naked by the end. You're nervous that you don't have the skills to handle the challenge! It's so obvious. Admit it, Levi!"
"Your antagonizing isn't going to work. I'm not going to fall for such obvious bait like Mammon would. Besides, I've already told you I don't want--"
"Just admit you're afraid, you chicken!"
"Are you hearing ANYTHING I'm saying right now?!"
"Okay, if you're not nervous about losing and showing off your butt, then think of what'll happen if you win. How about that for an incentive to agree?"
"I-- Why are you being so stubborn about this?"
You just narrowed your eyes and smirked mischievously. You eventually whittled Levi's opposition down to reluctant consent. He only finally took your challenge seriously when he suffered an ungraceful loss and was the first one to remove a piece of his clothes, his pride wounded by your bragging and gloating.
The victory toll of another round sounded off as a death sentence, and you shot a shit-eating grin at Levi as he grumbled about unfair gameplay tactics. He stood, pulled off his white shirt, and tossed it with the rest of his discarded clothes.
You couldn't help letting your eyes roam and ogle over Levi's toned torso as he sat back down in his chair. A disgruntled expression eccentricated his face with a tinted shade of crimson that deepened when he saw how fixated your stare was on him.
"Hurry up and change out games."
It's a rare sight to see Levi so exposed, and you were going to etch every detail to memory. The way his stomach looked as he leaned forward, the muscles in his arms as they contracted with frustration as he held his controller, the color of his nipples, the way a tiny bit of his happy trail teased itself.
Yep, all of that was going to stay vivid in your brain.
"MC!"
You blinked out of your obsessed daze and exchanged out Fatal Konflict with Super Smash Devils. Every few rounds games were switched, so neither of you got too complacent. Fatal Konflict had been your choice, because you were superbly skilled at this game while Levi wasn't, so it gave you an edge over him.
That wasn't totally fair, you'll admit, but you had to earn some notches on your belt, otherwise Levi would easily win. He still had too much on, while you were slowly losing clothes to wear. You were down to a pair of boxers you had swindled from Levi to even out the difference of clothes over your briefs, and Levi still had his shorts and his own boxers.
Super Smash Devils was the last game on the roster, and this would be the game to settle the adventitious striping event.
And you lost the first round phenomenally.
Your eyebrow twitched as you glared at the screen, watching your character get launched off the platform and blasted out of existence as penalization. You could feel the pride swelling in Levi just from the victorious smile he was giving you, and it kind of irritated you.
But you're a gracious loser, so you bit your tongue and slipped your thumbs under the boxers and pulled them down in a quick motion, tugging down the briefs a bit in the process.
You knew Levi was glancing you over, as you were now one step away from being completely naked, but it wasn't the same ogling you had done to him. When his stare stopped at your pelvis, at the healing hickeys peeking out over the top of your underwear, you smiled teasingly.
"Curious? Wanna know what's up with these?"
"No."
"No? Are you jealous that one of your brothers gave me them?"
Levi's face flushed as he processed your words, his expression fluctuating between surprise to flustered annoyance. His eyes shifted from your partially covered bruises to your face, noticing the smug expression, and then to the TV screen as the game prepared for another round.
"I don't care about that stuff. Focus on the game."
"Hm. Maybe there'll be something special for the loser."
"What do you mean 'something special'? I thought the goal was to not lose."
"Rules change, Levi!"
"Not this late in the challenge!"
In the end, it was you who lost despite your best effort. It was inevitable, and you suspected this would be the outcome.
When you reached for the last clothing you had on, Levi suddenly turned his head away and waved his hands wildly to get you to stop.
You paused and then chuckled softly. You knew Levi would be too embarrassed to actually let you get fully naked, but you'd already come this far. Plus, you intended to claim your prize for losing.
You approached Levi and saddled yourself over his legs and hugged his neck. His room was already a cozy warm but pressing yourself against Levi in the tight frame of his gaming chair heated you up even more. You fit into Levi perfectly, and you loved that.
"Wh-What are you doing, MC?"
"Getting my reward? I'm pretty sure I said the first one naked would get something special."
"Yeah, but-- I don't think-- You can't just make up stuff halfway through, and I didn't agree to whatever you're thinking! "
"So you're telling me you're not interested in seeing what's under these? No urge to make your own?"
You snickered as you moved a hand down your stomach and slipped a finger under the rim of your briefs and stretched them forward so Levi could see the shadows of what was hidden behind the fabric. As an added incentive you lightly swayed your hips against him. His hands caught your waist immediately, but instead of pushing you off, he simply held you still.
"Are you going to deny my right to consolations? It's not a first place prize, but it's better than nothing. We both win this way, too, ya know."
Silence settled down as you waited for Levi to reply, and you could feel a slight tremor from where he was holding you. Patience wasn't your forte though, so you took the fact Levi hadn't shoved you off his lap as a response to continue. You lazily moved your hips in controlled movements. His fingers tightened into your skin and you heard a soft gasp.
From your position on his lap you had a pleasant view of his face. His eyes had dilated, his breath was becoming shallow, and glancing down you could see the physical reaction to your slight grinding. A smile grew on your face as you continued rolling your hips, rubbing your crotch against Levi's.
It didn't take long for you to find a nice, steady rhythm. The friction of the fabric was a teasing sample of what skin-to-skin contact would feel like, but the pleasure at the moment was beginning to feel too good to stop. You applied more pressure as you moved back and forth, rougher and more deliberate in your movements.
Levi moved his hands up your back, pulling you closer. With every thrust down that you did you felt Levi press harder against your back to add more strength behind your movements, and with each move back Levi bucked his hips to keep the stimulation going. It wasn't long before the both of you were rocking against each other, moaning and needy messes.
You were placing open-mouthed kisses along Levi's throat, neck, jawline, anywhere you could that was available for you to reach. Levi moved one hand to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair absentmindedly, while he used the other one to run down your back, massage small spots with his fingers, and rub your hips and chest.
You wanted just a bit more though. A little more friction, a little more speed, a little more intensity. You were craving, no, dying for more physical contact. Your movements were becoming desperate and deprived as you angled yourself to find the best spots to help satisfy both Levi and yourself, but the material of your underwear was getting irritatingly unbearable.
You abruptly slowed down and stopped. You heard a pathetic noise escape Levi as you scooted back on his legs, and you chuckled.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see."
Lifting your butt up, you slid down your briefs past your pelvis and your erection immediately popped out. You then took out Levi's dick through the hole of his boxers after forcefully shifted down his shorts, and you mused at the amount of precum at the tip. A quick glance at the spot where it had been trapped a damp spot that stoked the fire in you.
You rubbed your thumb over the slit a few times, spreading the fluid along the shaft of his dick to help slicken it. It wasn't very effective, aside from drawing a few hitched breaths and soft gasps from Levi as you rubbed his dick, so you accumulated spit that pooled on your tongue before licking it over your palm. You spread the warm saliva in twisting gestures, while you used your free hand to do the same to your own dick.
You occasionally looked through your eyelashes at Levi's face, memorizing every aspect, crimson cheeks and parted mouth with rugged breathing and half-lidded eyes dark with arousal, sweat matted his bangs to his forehead.
An intense emotion swelled in your chest and you called his name as a moan escaped, so it came out whiny. His eyes immediately shot up from the work your hands were doing and met yours. Something broke in your patience and you leaned forward unexpectedly, crashing your mouth into Levi's for a sore kiss.
As Levi tried to follow your pace with the sudden kiss, you freed a hand from the tight space between your bodies. You grabbed one of Levi's arms and brought it down, trailing your fingertips lightly down his forearm into his hand and placed it on your dick wrapping his fingers around it. The warmth of his hand engulfed your swollen cock, and you almost choked on the air you sucked in.
You didn't have to prompt Levi to understand and his hand immediately began moving, sliding up and down, tightening and releasing, feeling out the sensitive spots hinted at by your shivers and groans. You reciprocated with tactful squeezes and twists, applying pressure as you slid your fingers down his base and thumbing over the tender spot under the head and pressing against it.
You idly moved your vacant hand to Levi's throat, feeling his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and his quickening heartbeat under his skin, before resting it at the nape of his neck, pushing him back into the kiss whenever he tried pulling away for air. The kiss was messy as sin. Saliva was running down your chin and your lips were aching, but you wanted to keep tasting Levi, ingrain the way his tongue against yours felt, bite the softness of his lips a little harder, and, most of all, listen to the spine-tingling whines from his protests for oxygen and from your handjob and moans of pleasure.
Levi eventually broke free of the prolonged kiss, gasping and light-headed. His face was red as hell, and his breath was hot against your cheeks. A trail of spit linked you to him until it broke when he dropped his head on your shoulder.
You felt his grip loosen and lose tempo, so you laced your fingers with his and pressed your dicks together to continue at the same pace. The combined slickness between sweat and precum fluids made it easier to pump and thrust the hot pleasure to levels of too much.
While you continued pumping the both of you, Levi licked a wet trail down the crook of your neck, placed kisses that tingled your skin, and bit a spot along your collar bone, eliciting a gasp from you, and sucked hard.
Your head was going light as lust and dopamine took over. You interlocked both hands over Levi's fingers, quickened your pace, and stroked harder, swirling and kneaded your fingers. You pressed your hips parallel to Levi, pushing short yet forceful thrusts into your cupped hands to aid the physical satisfaction.
"M-MC...!"
"I know, me too..."
You weren't sure what tipped you over the edge, the sloppy rutting, the slick contact, the noises that Levi had made right into your ear, the way his body seized with spasms, or all of the above, but you definitely saw white as you hit peak climax. It was like all the compressed heat that built up and spread throughout your veins rushed back to the lower part of your stomach at once like a great wave of euphoria.
When you came back to your senses everything was uncomfortable and too hot and sticky, but you were too tired to peel yourself from Levi's body.
You think you both came at the same time, or close enough. Lingering tremors made your body shudder as you felt something warm, thick, and wet cover your hands and stomach. You reclined back in a heated daze, and your eyes noticed an angry red mark on Levi's pale skin. Oh, right, at the pinnacle moment you bit his shoulder. He was gonna be mad about that mark, but you were sure you felt his nails dig into your flesh so you're even.
Levi had slumped back against his chair, his eyes closed and breath heavy from exhaustion. Oxytocin and sleepiness swayed your emotions and, despite feeling filthy and gross, you found an angle where you could somewhat cuddle into Levi. You felt an arm wrap around you and tug you closer. You peppered indolent kisses on his face and brow before settling against him.
"I'm never going to play competitive games with you again."
"Yes, you will, Levi. Next time will be more enjoyable and fun."
"I'm not going to listen to your normie tauntings next time."
You chortled tiredly and hummed in response to Levi's weak argument. The smell of sex was beginning to become obvious to your nose and the drying sweat was a layer of mild disgust to your sensitive body, and you knew you'd have to get up and redress yourself soon, but you were content for the moment. For now you relished in the afterglow.