:3 Suggestive time ! (No kids allowed, even if it's not fully explicit, I do not want that biting me in the ass)
It all started with a bet, like it usually does between the D.A.M.N. group. The instigator — and one of the ones taking the bet — ended up being Gavin this time.
It was when the group was playing Mario Party at Lasko and Dear's place, but granted how it's a four person game with the six of them, the guys took the controllers. Lasko would let Dear play every few turns, Gavin letting Freelancer do the same.
Gavin kept getting distracted by his partner sitting back against him on the loveseat trying to play a 2v2 mini game. His teammate being none other than Damien against Lasko and Huxley. And of course, one of the most frustrating ones, Rocky Rope Race.
"Gavin- Gav! Grab the damn ledge and hold it! Hold! It!!"
Gavin was doing his best… or at least he claimed he was at the time, he was really just letting his hands wander from his controller to his partner's hips.
It prompted Damien to make the bet of this.
"There's no way that you can't go to the end of the week without touching your partner," Damien had said, now simmering after losing to his own boyfriend at the end of the game — Huxley had already been in the lead with two stars before halfway through the game.
Freelancer shot up from laying back, "Hey! Why am I getting the short end of the stick here??"
Damien waved a hand, "I said that he can't touch you, not that you can't touch him."
That got their attention. So they could mess with him but he couldn't reciprocate… They liked that idea.
"And are you going to do the same then?" Gavin chimed in, "this can't be a one sided bet, that's not how this works."
Damien ended up agreeing to the same terms, that he couldn't touch Hux but the earth elemental could get free reign over the fiery one. Huxley at first went to say something but held back.
"Damien, my dear friend, I know for a fact that you aren't much better in that regard," Gavin sat back, a cocky grin on his lips, "I can practically taste the sexual tension between you and Huxley every moment you're next to him."
Damien fumbled over his words for a moment, he couldn't fully deny it, however… "I can keep myself contained until in private, you're the one having it out in the open here."
"Never took you for the voyeur type-"
"It's not-! You're the exhibitionist then!"
"Guilty~" Gavin singsonged with a chuckle. "Which brings a question here."
"Who gets what at the end of this little deal," Gavin tapped his chin lightly, "what does the other get when one wins, hm?"
Damien sat there for a moment or two in silence, thinking. There's no way to embarrass that incubus, he thrives on that kind of thing, so that won't work… hm…
"What if," Lasko spoke up, "whoever loses… has to do whatever the partner says for the next week?"
It got Dear's attention, the water elemental looking up at their boyfriend from the floor, giving him a bit of a playful expression. Lasko, in turn, hid his face, "Just a suggestion…"
"No, he's right," Huxley almost sounded smug, surprising Damien, "I wouldn't mind that." And Freelancer agreed.
Which left Gavin and Damien looking at each other for a moment before looking determined. Damien held out his hand, Gavin taking it for a firm handshake of agreement to the terms.
"Whoever's the weakest to our partners loses," Gavin goaded, like he was already confident in himself.
"Whoever's weakest," Damien repeated, his palm heating up enough to steam against the incubus's, looking like it hardly affected the demon.
This was going to get interesting.
Now, Freelancer never agreed to anything other than the part that they could touch their boyfriend however they want. They never agreed that they had to make it easy on him.
The first day was fine. Gavin did get a little frustrated at times, but he kept himself contained.
The next few days were… worse.
Freelancer kept parading around in barely anything, driving Gavin to the brink of insanity.
But the day before the bet was supposed to end, that's when it all came to a head.
Freelancer, sitting in such a way to show off and they meant it that way, was playing an online game with Dear.
They could hear Lasko chime on every now and then with pointers through their headphones, and Dear having to kiss his lips closed so the two could focus on the game without a back seater — Freelancer loved Lasko to death, they really did, but damn does that guy backseat game a lot… they know he's helping but still.
Controller in hand, they sat back on the couch, eyes focused on their Switch as they moved their character around. It seemed to look like an innocent moment, except the fact they were wearing one of Gavin's sheer shirts, loose and off their shoulders, barely even buttoned, and not much for the sake of bottoms. Yeah… they had a plan.
It was driving Gavin insane. He just had to sit there, looking at his partner with a gaze that held nothing but pure desire. He was practically vibrating sitting there on the other end of the couch, leg bouncing, hand tapping the armrest. He looked uncomfortable, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Freelancer and Dear were playing Animal Crossing together, showing off each others' islands, and talking about whatever came about; all while Gavin was watching over his partner with eyes that glowed a vibrant magenta in the dim lighting.
"How's Gav holding up with the bet?" Dear asked as their character followed their friend's around.
The short response earned a snort from the water elemental, "Yeah… from what I've heard from Lasko, Damien isn't any better. Actually set the rug on fire from pacing around and apparently working himself up."
"Damn-" Freelancer held back a laugh as they glanced over in the corner of their eye, "I've currently got some glowing eyes staring at me."
"Glowing?? Dang, he's close to snapping then. What'd you do?"
Freelancer slowly snicked as they stretched out, showing more skin off, "Oh nothing much," they could see his hand grip the armrest, "just wearing one of his shirts, y'know, the see through ones?"
"Ohh-ho, you're determined then." Dear laughed, "Damn, maybe it's a good thing Lasko wasn't a part of that bet, he'd lose in an hour-"
Freelancer then heard a faint but still loud enough, "I would not!!!!" in the background of the call, then Dear losing their mind in a fit of laughs.
"Gotta go," Freelancer watched as Dear's character left their island, "gotta go comfort him now, y'know how it is."
"Oh I definitely know," Freelancer finished the call up with a quick goodbye before they shut the game down. And as soon as they set their switch over on the end table, by the time they turned back around, they were face to face with their boyfriend.
"You… are a dangerous individual, my love." His voice was low, with a hint of a waver to it, his restraint was starting to crack.
"I never said I'd make it easy on you, Gav~"
"No," he sat back, "I'm aware of that. You chose to make it tortuous instead like the deviant you are."
"If I hadn't have, it would've been easy for you."
"You fail to understand just how often my touch is on your skin, my love."
"Hm," they shrugged. He wasn't wrong, he's usually subconsciously having his hands on them in some form or fashion… It's become such a second nature that they hardly notice half the time.
"Which gets you more," they sat in such a way that their back was against the opposite armrest, one leg bent to prop against the back while the other dangled off the couch, "the fact I'm wearing some of your stuff or the fact that this leaves nothing to the imagination?"
The absolute breathlessness in the single word got a snort out of them, they were starting to break his resolve. Good.
"Y'know," they crossed their arms, "maybe there's some good to come from this."
His eyes narrowed, "Elaborate."
"I don't know," they mused, "maybe this is a test of your patience. To see how long you really could go without me, and honestly, starting to figure out that it's not as long as I have you credit for."
"How endearing…" He muttered, his eyes roaming over their form.
"They do say not to touch the art, you know," they commented as they shrugged a shoulder, which purposely slipped the shirt further off.
That seemed to break him.
He didn't touch, but oh, he got closer to them, practically on his hands and knees for them, "You are like a work of art, my love. Enticing… Alluring… Captivating… Sensuous…"
With each word, he moved closer, but he kept his hands to himself. He wasn't about to throw away a win like that. He was on his knees between their legs, his pupils blown out to the point they could hardly see the colour in his eyes.
"You say I can't touch the art, but there's no rule against appreciating it with my gaze," his eyes were slow to look them over, taking in every little detail. Each part they deemed an imperfection before, each one he loved with his hands, his lips… his tongue…
Their own thoughts were starting to wander a little, until they remembered that they could do whatever… he just couldn't reciprocate.
They sat up, getting Gavin to straighten up with eyes that looked right where he wanted to be right now. They were slow to push him back into the couch, his back now against the couch. His breaths were shallow, eyes glowing, hands trembling in want.
They noticed his hands trying to cheat the system by pawing at the shirt, making them click their tongue at him, "Ah-ah, you know the rules of this bet, baby. No touching."
He huffed through his nose, eyes now narrowed in a slight pout. He wanted to get his way, dammit… this was brutal. Why'd he agree to this…
Freelancer, cheating the system in their own way, moves his hands to pin against the armrest behind him. "Do the thing."
Gavin acted innocent, "What thing, my lovely deviant-" The act, however, cut short when his partner gripped their nails into his wrist, the words falling short in a quiet hiss.
"That magic thing you do to tie my hands up. Do it for your own so you don't feel tempted to lose preemptively."
Gavin, ever the dramatic, let out a long sigh, "If you insist," he relented, and with a quick snap, dark pink binds wrapped around his wrists, magically fusing to the arm of the couch. "There, better?"
"Mhmmm," oh he didn't like that tone, that sounded dangerous coming from them. His eyes went wider as they moved up to straddle his hips, their thighs holding him in place. It's not often that he gets this view of his Deviant, but it's always a welcome one.
"I'm surprised you've held on this long, baby," they leaned down, one hand on his chest, "didn't know you could last a week like this."
"It's not by my own volition, I'll admit that."
They hummed, "I'm just more surprised you didn't just, I dunno," their hand trailed down his chest, earning a quiet sound from him, "ask me to touch you to… relieve some of this tension?"
He glared at the tease, "It's not nearly as relieving when I can't return the favour…"
"You sure?" They slipped a hand under his shirt. As soon as their palm touched his skin, they felt his breath hitch and stutter. "I feel like it could be just as good."
They were teasing at this point, trailing the pads of their fingers over the divots of his muscle, feeling how warm his skin was becoming, feeling how impatient he was getting. Wasn't so fun being in the receiving end, hm…
His hands were tugging at the restraints, his own magic working against him, he was nothing more than a wriggling mess under his partner. Squirming around, begging for something more than teasing touches… he felt like the roles were truly reversed at the moment.
Just before they leaned down to kiss him, Freelancer's phone started to ring. Gavin cursed the damn thing as they sat back, reaching back in such a way that the sheer shirt showed all the necessary attributes to make his patience fray to a breaking point.
The caller ID said Huxley, huh… what's that about.
When they answered, Huxley was in the midst of laughing while a familiar frantic and clearly embarrassed voice screamed in the background.
Hux could barely get his sentence out, so Damien tells from a distance, "I fucking forgot about the bet, okay!? I didn't-! That doesn't fucking count!!!"
They couldn't believe it, muttering an amused and shocked, "Oh my god…" under their breath.
Gavin tried to sit up, but slipped back because of the restraints. Huffing out a frustrated sound, he looked up, "What?"
Huxley, finally able to breathe, got a few words out, "He- fuck- he forgot about the bet… and had his hands on my chest-"
"CAN YOU REALLY BLAME ME HERE!? MY HANDS ARE PRACTICALLY MAGNETIZED TO THOSE GOD DAMN PECS OF YOURS-"
Cue Huxley laughing again before Damien must have reached around and hung up.
Freelancer stared at their phone for a moment.
Damien lost. To his own bet.
Because he was too attracted to his boyfriend.
Holy shit… that's almost comical.
They were just about to set their phone over on the coffee table before they heard a quick snap of fingers, and their back was on the couch.
With their incubus boyfriend hovering himself over them, hands on either side of their head.
A dangerous look to his now luminescent pink eyes.
"Time to return the favour now, my deviant…"
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