sitting on his lap facing away from his screen as he streams a stupid speedrun challenge and you feel his legs constantly tapping out of being anxious, his voice cracks as he thanks chat for the support and donations. he doesnt have a facecam on so what youre doing feels even more intimate
you whisper sweet nothings and hushed thoughts into his ear; "let's go to bed together," "haven't you been at this for hours?" "i love you sugarplum," "you're such a sweat oh my god" in between giggles
he excuses himself from his stream and mutes his mic, taking off his headphones that leave a disgraceful dent in his hair in which you quickly fixed by running your hands right through. he looks up, the circles around his eye darken but the gleam that reflects from his pupils never fails to show his adoration for you. "i'll end stream soon enough, okay?" he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck while hugging your sides tight
