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“Shit.”
Donghyuck beams at his boyfriend, earning him a halfhearted glare from Jeno. “Sorry, baby, better luck next time,” he says, saccharine, as the game returns to its start screen. “Maybe you just need some practice. Like, a lot of practice.”
“Don’t GG EZ me, Hyuck,” Jeno says, rolling his eyes fondly as he fiddles with his controller. In his defense, this is only his second time playing the game―and the only reason he’s doing so is because Donghyuck has been obsessed with it recently and begged him for a match till he relented. Donghyuck has the definite advantage here.
“I would never,” Donghyuck protests with way too much conviction for it to be sincere. “But if you don’t want a rematch, I understand.”
Jeno knows it’s a challenge; it would be obvious even without the taunting arch of one of Donghyuck’s perfect eyebrows, the one with the slit in it. He’s known Donghyuck long enough to know that everything he says is a challenge, anyway. Which is why he says, “I do, but we’re upping the stakes this time,” with a smirk he knows Donghyuck won’t be able to resist.
Donghyuck’s other eyebrow raises at that, intrigue written all over his face. “What’s your wager?” It could be anything, considering the fact they never bet anything to begin with. Neither one of them actually takes this seriously.
Jeno looks up at Donghyuck where he’s sitting on Jeno’s lap, offering him the sweetest eye smile he’s ever produced in his life, the picture of innocence. “If you lose, you have to kiss me.”
Donghyuck blinks at him for a few seconds, clearly not expecting that answer. “And what if I win?” he counters, though by now he’s probably figured it out.
“I have to kiss you,” Jeno says easily, arms wrapping lazily around Donghyuck’s waist so he can point his controller at the TV. He already knows he’s caught Donghyuck, hook, line and sinker.
Donghyuck shoots him a sly grin, navigating through the menu to start a new game. “Alright, Jen, you’re on.”
It doesn’t take long for Donghyuck to demolish Jeno’s character with a barrage of grenades―clear overkill. The gap in experience combined with Donghyuck’s shoulder obstructing Jeno’s view the entire time makes it a pretty easy victory on Donghyuck’s part regardless, but Jeno couldn’t care less.
“Oh, damn, you win again,” he fake pouts as his avatar collapses to the ground, breathing out a dramatic sigh that could rival one of Donghyuck’s. “Wanna go two out of three?”
Donghyuck drops his controller onto the couch so he can turn to face Jeno, bracketing his legs on either side of Jeno’s thighs and draping his arms over Jeno’s shoulders. “Nope,” he says, popping the p just to be annoying. “You lost, so it’s punishment time.” He gives Jeno a wicked smile, like this isn’t Jeno’s idea of a win, and takes Jeno’s controller from his hands to toss it to the side next to his own. “Now kiss me,” he orders, and Jeno does not need to be told twice.
Jeno’s newly freed hands slide over Donghyuck’s waist, thumbs slipping under his ratty old t-shirt to trace over the ridges of his hip bones beneath the worn fabric. Donghyuck is so warm, and his mouth is so sweet when Jeno presses his tongue behind his teeth, and his hands slide over to brace himself with a gentle hold on Jeno’s throat. Donghyuck’s fingers frame the curve of Jeno’s jaw, tilting his head for a better angle, pitching forward so their chests are flush against each other. Jeno can feel Donghyuck’s heart rioting behind his ribcage, beating its way out of his chest to thump against Jeno’s sternum. He revels in every pulse, every flick of Donghyuck’s tongue, every bruise that Donghyuck bites into whatever skin he can reach. Being with Donghyuck is the sweetest retribution Jeno will ever get.
He may have lost the game, but Jeno would martyr himself a thousand times over if this was his reward. Which is why he pulls away, chest heaving, and asks, “You want a rematch?”
“I won,” Donghyuck says, eyebrows furrowing as he catches his breath. “I don’t need a rematch.”
Jeno hums thoughtfully, palms running up and down Donghyuck’s sides. “Yeah, but I have a better wager to offer.”
Now Donghyuck is too curious to resist. “Alright, shoot.”
Jeno leans forward, lips ghosting across the shell of Donghyuck’s ear as he tells his boyfriend exactly what he’ll do if he loses, hot breath on Donghyuck’s jaw as he presses a quick kiss to the mole there. Donghyuck’s already tenting in his stupid grey sweatpants as he nods, grabbing their controllers and shoving Jeno’s into his hands as he loads a new game.
This time, Jeno loses on purpose.