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You roll your eyes, knowing he's just trying to get a rise out of you. "Not my fault you didn't get one for yourself," you repeated, crossing your arms in mock annoyance. "Whatever, go choke on your popsicle for all I care." You turn away, still tugging the collar of your shirt to cool yourself down from the heat of the childish banter.

Lohen scoffed, shaking his head in amusement at your reaction. He knows this is just the response from the heat that was making your mood more irritable than usual. His fingers started to feel sticky from the melting popsicle in his hand; he immediately slurped the sweet, fruity liquid before it dripped onto his clothes. "Ah, shit…" he cursed under his breath.

You held your head high, making an "mmphm!" sound of satisfaction. "Serves you right,"

This brat…

He gave you a deadpan look before passing the popsicle over to you. "Here," he said.

You turned your head and glanced at the icy treat, your eyes widening at how the juice was slowly dripping down the stick. "Lohen, it's dripping!" you exclaimed, pointing at the disaster in the making.

However, your best friend quirked a brow. "Then, lick it off for me?" he teased, a sly glint in his eyes.

You grumbled under your breath, and you attempted to reach over for the popsicle, but Lohen's grip on the stick remained firm. "Dude, I won't be able to lick it off if you don't let me have it," you whined, trying to sound exasperated.

"You can do just fine licking the popsicle from my hand," Lohen replied, nudging the sweet treat to your awaiting lips.

You gave him a look. "The fuck?"

"Come on, come on." Lohen urged, slightly shaking the popsicle in front of you. "Stop complaining," he added with a faux pout.

You rolled your eyes as you slightly lowered your head to lick the underside of the melting treat, feeling the cold sweetness hit your tongue, then working up to the top as your mouth hollowed out to take in more of the delicious blueberry flavor.

Your lips were coated with glossy remnants of the popsicle, while your tongue was painted blue from the vibrant color.

You were too busy finishing the sugariest treat to ever notice your best friend's lustful eyes.

Lohen’s gaze darkened as he watched your tongue glide along the melting popsicle, slow and deliberate, just like he’d done earlier to tease you.

The way your lips wrapped around the icy length, hollowing your cheeks to suck in more of that dripping blueberry sweetness, sent a sharp heat straight to his groin that had nothing to do with the summer sun.

Fuck… just like that, he thought, imagining it wasn’t the popsicle at all but his own cock sliding between those glossy lips.

Your tongue swirling on the underside, catching every bead of juice before it could spill. Fuck, he could picture it perfectly: his throbbing dick in place of that melting treat sliding between your slick lips while you hollowed your cheeks just like that.

Your pretty tongue is swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive underside with those same eager laps, coating him in your warm spit instead of blueberry juice.

He imagined the kind of obscene slurps you’d make, the way your lips would stretch wide around his girth, glossy and swollen as you took him deeper, sucking with that hungry little mouth until drool mixed with precum dribbled down your chin.

Then you would glance upwards with your eyes half-lidded and wearing the most fucked-out expression. "I want more..." you would say while wrapping his cock in your hand and stroking it with a firm grip and teasingly licking the slit at the tip.

Lohen uncomfortably shifted in his stance, feeling the hardness of his pants growing as more inappropriate thoughts started to invite themselves unwillingly.

His fingers tightened around the stick, knuckles turning white. He wanted to do more than let you suck so prettily…

He wanted to push it deeper, forcing the cold treat down your throat until you choked and sputtered around it, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the sudden intrusion. Just to see you struggle a little, just to hear those pretty little gags while your throat tightened.

He wanted it. He wanted it. He wanted it so fucking bad.

Meanwhile, you finally pulled back for air, licking a stray drop from the corner of your mouth, and caught him staring. That intense, hungry look on his face was impossible to miss, and you know him far longer to recognized that look anywhere.

"You wish that was you, huh?" you said, voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at your slick lips.

Lohen snapped out of it, blinking once, then scoffed. Before you could pull away completely, his free hand came up, fingers threading into your hair as he pushed your head further toward the popsicle.

"Keep sucking, slut."

Vuvu stopped himself in front of the latter, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Sunfei-nii! I finally won the bet!" he exclaimed, both of the heels of his feet lifting off the ground in excitement, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

"Now I want the reward—" "Oh no, you don't!" Vuvu's face was shoved by a crude hand from one of his companions, causing him to stumble backwards and direct an offended look at the perpetrator.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Vuvu protested, crossing his arms in frustration. "I won fair and square; I deserve my reward!"

"Nuh uh!" His companion, a little boy with a buzz cut, frowned and shook his head adamantly. "I deserve the reward more than you do!"

"Oh, yeah?" Vuvu taunted, dragging the white sleeves of his dobok upwards, seemingly forgetting that a certain officer is still within their vicinity, though albeit amused by the childish display of competitiveness.

When the two students puffed up their chests and began to close the distance between each other, Sunfei stepped in with a fixed smile, diffusing the tension by settling a comforting hand on each of their shoulders.

"Now, now," he interjected, placing himself between the two boys. "There's no need to fight over this."

"But—but I won fair and square!" Vuvu protested, his eyes narrowing in defiance. His hair was ruffled by the latter just to show that he understood the sentiment.

"Still, don't get too worked up over it," Sunfei replied calmly. "Hasn't your master taught you that principle? " he followed, a teasing twinkle in his eye.

Vuvu feels ticked off rather than reassured by Sunfei's attempt to lighten the mood. "I know what my master taught me," Vuvu retorted, his voice tinged with irritation.

Sunfei simply chuckled, ruffling his hair once more, bringing out more frustration in Vuvu. He retracted his hand just to slip into his pockets, fishing out a sleek black wallet, as the two students intently eyed the supposed prize in Sunfei's grip.

After all, it's money, money, MONEY!

Sunfei opened the wallet, revealing a humble amount of cash neatly stacked inside. He had taken out two crisp twenty-dollar bills and held them out towards the two students. But he noticed that their eyes were not directed to the money, but rather, a particular photo displayed on the inside cover of the wallet had caught their innocent curiosity.

It was a 1×1 physical photograph of a smiling person; a picture of you. Judging by the white background, it must have been taken professionally.

Sunfei immediately closed his wallet upon seeing the children's interest in the photo, then slid it back into his pockets, realizing that there would be never-ending questions arising about the person in the photo.

He cleared his throat, the two crisp bills still in his outstretched hand, and said, "Shall I retrieve the reward back?" That was enough for the two students to snap back out of reality and immediately snatched the money from his hand, their curiosity temporarily forgotten in the excitement of receiving the reward.

"Thank you, Sunfei-nii!" Both of them exclaimed in unison as Sunfei hummed in response.

The latter was about to leave to continue his tea ceremony when Vuvu piped up, "Wait, Sunfei-nii, who is the person in the photo?" His red sleeve was tugged by the little boy, mildly discouraging him from retreating to his peaceful activity.

Sunfei didn't reply at first; his gaze was far away as if lost in thought, while holding an expression so unreadable.

Yet, without wasting further time, he schooled his features into a gentle smile and knelt down to the children's eye level. "That, my dear Vuvu, is someone very special to me," he began, his voice soft and reminiscent.

That earned a surprised "Eeeh?!" from both of the students, now crowding him in excitement. The other student asked with wide, sparkling eyes. "Are they your lover?"

Sunfei carefully stood up, thought for a moment, pretending to ponder the question before smiling widely, his index finger pointing up as he replied, "They're my spouse!"

"EEEEEEHHHHH?!"

Sunfei laughed at the children's reactions and ruffled their hair affectionately. "Oh, why the surprise faces?"

The other student stammered, feeling incredibly flustered. "You're… You're married?! But you're so young, Sunfei-nii!" Then they attempted to search for any engagement band on Sunfei's finger but found none and lifted their curious gaze back to Sunfei's face, awaiting an explanation. "Where's your ring?"

Sunfei instinctively looked at his ring finger, where the supposed engagement band should be; his gaze softened before appearing pensive. "Well, it's somewhere safe. I don't always wear it," he explained with a shrug, as if it were a casual decision.

Vuvu tilted his head, scratching his chin in thought. "Wouldn't other people get the wrong idea if they don't see you wearing it?" Then his head perked up, "Wait, does anyone knows about your engagement besides us?"

The officer inclined his head in contemplation before responding, "Not many people know." Not even you were aware that you were already engaged to him.

There was an uncomfortable silence and awkward glances from the pupils passed between them before the other student asked another question. "Sooo, where is your spouse anyway?"

Sunfei crossed his arms, his stance composed. "They're somewhere safe," he said cryptically. Somewhere safe in Furin, I suppose… he thought.

Vuvu pressed another question. "So, where exactly—"

"Since both of you have the time to bother Sunfei, why don't you use it to train harder?" A brash, authoritative voice interrupted, and the two students turned to see Sunfei's closest companions, Rakta and Bacchus, who are also high-elite officers.

Bacchus had the students frozen in place by his intimidating stare, his tall figure looming over them.

"Sunfei has important duties to attend to, and your idle curiosity is not one of them," another voice continued sternly, which belonged to Rakta. His blunt words made Vuvu and the other student lower their heads in shame, fiddling nervously with their hands.

Sunfei only chuckled at the scene, waving his hand dismissively. "It's alright, guys."

Without a word, Rakta escorted the two students while receiving a scolding from Bacchus for their behavior. As they walked away, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a tense atmosphere that lingered in the air.

Sunfei's smile faded, replaced by a look of emptiness.

He fished out his wallet again, opening it just to see the photo of you once more, his smile instinctively turning into a soft, wistful expression. How beautiful you were…

He carefully removed the photo from his wallet and held it in his hands, tracing the outline of your face with his thumb, then following to your lips, wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own.

"My dear…" he whispered softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind.

Closing his eyes, he raised the picture to his lips and planted a soft kiss on it. He pulled away as he fondly stared at the photo, his expression longing. "If only spouses were the right term for our relationship rather than good friends, don't you think?"

And, oh boy, you came across several remarkable things about him that many would never have known otherwise.

You couldn't find a shy bone in his body. Nothing. Nada. He wasn't stammering with his words or hesitant in his actions. Being underneath him, you were met by his confident smirk and piercing gaze filled with unquenchable lust.

He already knew what he was doing during sex; he didn't even wait for you to give any initiatives. His clothes were smoothly scattered on the floor, along with yours, leaving the both of you in your underwear.

Dragging his mouth from your bruised, sensitive lips to your inviting neck, decorating it with a mix of rosy bite marks and purple love bites. His smirk would widen proudly on your skin whenever you softly moaned in response to his touch, while rocking his weight onto your trembling body, specifically steadily thrusting against your clothed core with his bulging erection.

Slowly, he elevated himself up from your chest, laughter rumbling softly in his chest as he admired the marks he had left on you. "Heh… you’re glitching already? We're not even in the endgame yet," he teased, roughly palming your clothed clit and following with circular motions with his fingers, feeling the heat and wetness seeping through the fabric, as he relishes the sight of you squirming beneath him, thrashing side to side in pleasure and desperation. "Aahh!! Idiaaaa…Nnghaa—!! IDIA!!"

His other hand casually reached up to muffle your adorable, recurring breathy moans with his palm, his eyes partly lidded with sadistic amusement. "Shh, shh," he whispered, his voice low and husky, sliding his hand inside your underwear and feeling the slickness of your arousal coating his fingers.

"While I love hearing you beg and moan," he leaned in closer, as did his fingers, carefully sinking in deeper to your soaked heat, finding access to your most sensitive spot, "I can't guarantee that you won't be heard by others if you keep making so much noise, hmm?" he whispered.

All that could be done was to nod in compliance, thus letting Idia retract his hand from your muffled mouth just to grant you a brief moment to breathe before he leaned in again, this time pressing his lips against yours, cocking his head to the side as he inserted his tongue into your mouth, groaning blissfully as he tasted your sweet surrender, while his fingers merely casually thrust in and out of you with deliberate slowness.

There was a lingering scent of artificial candy on his breath. He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting from both of your lips for a brief moment before breaking. Idia's tongue simply jutted out playfully, then developed a smirk as he whispered, removing his hand from your slick folds, "Look at you…"

He takes his precious time to observe your current state. Your disheveled hair falls messily around your face, your cheeks flushed with color, and you squeeze your legs together to alleviate the persistent aching between them. You look so fucking delectable.

Another round of chuckles escapes his lips as he playfully slaps your clothed pussy, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Now, what other proof do you need that I’m not the shy little shut-in you thought I was?"

If only you could deliver a hardbound copy of a list of all the ways he's proven himself wrong, you'd have it ready in an instant.

And now here he was, curling his lanky figure at his desk like a contented cat, blissfully playing on his Nintendo Switch with his pathetic, adorable grin as if he didn't have a care in the world.

As if he didn’t just eat you out like a man starved for days, pushing your hips upwards while he devours your cunt so you couldn't squirm away with his tongue buried deep inside you, sucking and licking every inch of your wetness until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

As if he didn't have your legs raised on his shoulders while he plunged his heavy cock deep inside your abused hole in a mating press just last night and refused to take his length out until both of you slept while being stuffed full of his essence??

Eventually, he started to feel a burning gaze directed at him and curiously turned his head to you without pausing his game. His giddy grin was still attached to his face, though noticeably gotten wider the moment he realized you were finally awake, as he excitedly gestured his console to you.

"Hey, hey, look!" Without ever a greeting of any kind or a considerate pause to let you fully wake up, he immediately showed you the screen of his console, almost blinding your eyes with the bright colors and flashing lights. "What do you think about the characters I created for this game? Cute, right?"

Your face scrunched up, attempting to get a better look at the screen, slightly wincing in pain when the soreness of your limbs hit you all at once.

All you could see was two blocky characters accurately resembling pixelated versions of your boyfriend and yourself, with exaggerated features and detailed costumes. The two characters are being lovey-dovey to one another, swirls of pink hearts floating around them as they danced on the screen.

… Is that Tomodachi Life?

Your expression deadpan.

"It's...interesting," you replied, trying to sound enthusiastic despite your exhaustion.

"Right?! Hehehehe~ I knew you’d get it!" He kissed your cheek as he continued to ramble animatedly with pure unfiltered glee about all the processes he had done to create your virtual relationship and quirky interactions in the game.

However, you weren't listening to his musings; you stared at your boyfriend in disbelief.

How the fuck did he switch so fast?

Lilia laughed; both of his palms securely anchored the bottom of the circular tray where the messy cake rested, preventing it from sliding off completely. A proud grin was etched on his face, knowing he bears full responsibility for creating this... passionate effort of a cake for his adoptive son's birthday.

He was still wearing the peanut-colored apron around his waist, the flour dusting his cheeks and the remnants of icing on his fingers. Never had the patience to freshen up after baking, considering, in Lilia's situation, time is a fickle matter that he couldn't afford to waste.

Who knows if he ever dared to blink and see his son was suddenly an elderly man?

Oh, that's not what any parent would want to witness. Especially, he often reminisces about the first time he held his son in his arms, feeling a rush of overwhelming love and protectiveness that softened his once-hard exterior.

"Well, don't just idle around, dear!" Lilia called out, snapping him out of his reverie. Then he continued, "Go blow on your candles!"

Silver thinned his lips to prevent the growing smile from breaking free, his upper body leaning closer to the bright candles on the birthday cake before him. The flames flickered as he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and made a wish before blowing them out in one swift breath.

The room erupted in cheers from his father. He settled the cake down on the study table and turned to face his son, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Well, what did you wish for?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Hopefully, it's something realistic," he teased, swiping a frosting off the edge of the cake with his finger, then popping it into his mouth.

Silver was quiet for a moment, debating whether to keep it from himself or confess it to his father. Well, there was nothing he could do to escape, since his father would just tease and keep insisting until he spilled the beans.

"I wished…"

Lilia leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I wished to get closer more to [Y/N]," he finally admitted, feeling a rush of nervousness and warmth at the same time. "Even though we're already dating, I just want to be even closer to them."

However, Lilia didn't react immediately, instead letting the words hang in the air between them. His blank, accusing look had made his son awkwardly shift in his bed, wondering if there was something wrong with what he said. "Was there something wrong, Father?" he asked, trying to gauge his father's reaction.

Lilia hummed quietly, his expression unreadable as he finally spoke. "Silver."

"Yes?"

"I said 'realistic,' not impossible," he clarified, lifting a finger to emphasize his point. His heart ached at the sight of his son deflating slightly at his words, causing his composure to crumble as he lowered his head to prevent his son from seeing the trembling of his lip that dared to quirk up.

"Oh, I can't really resist you, my dear."

Silver perked up his head in confusion.

"[Y/N] dear, you can enter now."

The door creaked open softly, and you shyly stepped into Silver's bedroom, a delicate ribbon tied neatly around your head like a thoughtful present, and definitely not your idea.

Your cheeks were flushed with a mix of nervousness and excitement as you fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve, your eyes darting between Father and son.

Silver's aurora-like eyes widened in pure surprise, a deep blush blooming across his face from the tips of his ears down to his neck. He sat frozen on the edge of his bed, lips parted as if the words had escaped him entirely.

Lilia had the audacity to clap his hands together once with a mischievous grin. "Surprise!" he announced brightly, his sharp fangs peeking out in delight.

He turned to his son with a teasing glint in his crimson eyes, tilting his head innocently. "Well, Silver? What do you think of your gift?"

Silver's gaze remained locked on you, the warmth in his expression undeniable as he blurted out without a second thought, "It's perfect."

Lilia's face lit up with pure satisfaction, a soft chuckle escaping his as he dusted the last bits of flour from his apron. He looked between the two of you fondly, his heart swelling with quiet joy. "Good, good. I'm happy to see that."

With one last teasing wink, he turned on his heel, pushed you closer to his son, and headed toward the door. "I'll leave you two to enjoy the rest of the evening. Don't do anything I wouldn't do~"

And with that, Lilia slipped out, closing the door behind him with a soft click to give you both some much-needed space.

This prompted you to clear your throat and give the stunned male a shy smile, feeling a rush of nervous excitement at the prospect of being alone together for the first time on his birthday. "So, what do you want to do now?" you asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the butterflies in your stomach.

Silver stood up from his bed; it creaked under his weight as he inspected you from head to toe, a small smile playing on his lips. "How about…"

He untied the ribbon from your head, putting it around your neck and pulling you closer to his. His face was inches from yours, his warm breath tickling your lips as he whispered. "I open my present first?"

You scoffed a laugh, turning your head away from him the second he was about to lean in for a kiss. "Didn't your Dad say not to do anything he wouldn't do?" you scolded, lightly hitting his chest with your hand.

Silver tilted his head, his eyes half-lidded with unreadable desire. "Hmm? Who are you to resist the birthday boy's wishes?" He leaned in again, both of his toned arms wrapped around your waist, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "Come on, just one kiss," he whispered.

You couldn't help but give in to his playful charm; you tilted your head slightly to the side to close the gap between you and him, meeting his lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

When you pulled apart, you spoke again. "Happy birthday, Silver."