#changing the rules

Some time ago you had recognized the attraction you had for the dark-skinned boy, but your friendship was very valuable to spoil it for a simple lustful night. So you waited a few months to be sure about your feelings.

The problem arose when he told you he was going on a world tour and for a long period you wouldn’t see each other. It was the first time you felt like you almost had a heart attack.

You were ready to show your feelings towards him, you wouldn’t waste any more time. You should try at least, because there was a 50% chance that he would reject you, 25% that he would tell you that he only wanted to be your friend (probably because he was gay), 20% that he already had someone special or something, and 5% that he would like to try dating you. So sad.

He had started to keep the old-fashioned chessboard that had hand-carved pieces of wood, a great family heirloom, and you just stared at nothing, waiting for a plan to fall from the sky to save the situation. “Why can’t this be more... fun!?” You asked while mentally beating yourself.

Suddenly an idea came to your mind and a small heat radiated your body, blushing your cheeks while a smile pulled your lips.

“What’s wrong?” Nam said smiling, infected by your expression.

“Could we try it one more time?” You begged, bulging your lips. “Y/N seriously, it’s not necessary. You tried. Let’s do something that doesn’t bore you, okay?“

“I’m not going to get bored, definitely.” You thought with great desire to say it but instead you proposed: “I want to do it one more time, but we’ll have to change the rules”. “How do you want to change them?” He asked as he crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. He was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt that showed his long arms subtly toned. You imagined many scenes with just that image, which was enough to make your mouth water (and also other parts). You bit your lip to contain yourself and then said, as you rearranged the pieces on the board. “Every time someone loses, we must remove a garment.”

He looked at you with plate eyes. “If you run out of clothes before the end of the game, you lose and if I checkmate, too.” Your countenance was perverse.

Now, he was watching you with his hand on his chin, analyzing the situation. “And what happens if I win?” He said suspiciously, you twisted in the chair trying to hide your discomfort. “Whatever you want, and if you lose, I’ll do whatever I want with you. The same for you, if I lose you can ask me anything. Neither of us can refuse.“ You explained, as you reviewed the thinking features of the dark-haired boy. “Ok.” Was the only thing he said, and he set out to make the first move.

Both played safe at first, moving the row of pawns, bishops and horses. But the war began when you attacked directly to its defenses, getting the loss of a piece.

He set out to continue with the agreement and took out a ring that he was wearing in his right hand. “That’s cheating.” You complained. “It’s part of my attire. Also, comparing the clothes you wear, I’m certainly at a disadvantage.“ You snort at the cunning of your friend as you watched one of your bishops fall. You took advantage of his trick and took out your earrings, which generated an annoyance for the man who sat in front of you. “We can both play this, baby.” You said side-smiling.

A couple of winning plays forced you to take off the tight jeans that you wore and of course he was ready to see that show. Your best friend had seen you in a bathing suit that summer though. But this was a new level because your pastel pink lingerie revealed more than the bikini. And if you were going to do it, you should do it right.

You got up from your chair and turned around, turning your back on him. You knew that he wasn’t going to take his eyes off you because of the anticipation you generated. You slowly unzipped your jeans and then slid it gently down your hips, legs and you leaned up to your ankles, exposing yourself before him with sideways movements. You left it on the floor and when you turned again to take a seat you found your eyes. The half-open mouth and a little sigh gave you the tone that he liked what he had seen.

Your turn. Defeating a tower, you watched his shirt fly away to reveal his languid and marked torso. It was much better than you remembered. He had been doing too much physical exercise in these months that you hadn’t seen him. Definitely reached the expectations of your wet dreams: when you imagined yourself under his body, kissing your neck and collarbones, leaving marks on your body while claiming yours, with a deep voice and moaning his name in pleasure.

"Blouse out.” You heard that he said smugly as you descended from the clouds. He had knocked down your last defense by staying only with a pawn, a rook and the queen to protect the king. So you subtly slipped the blouse over your head and threw it straight into his face, provoking that beautiful laugh that made his dimples and eyes stand out like two halfmoons.

You knew you were ruined so you thought a little about your moves to save the situation. You concluded in a few seconds that you only had one option left. You moved the queen forward two places and you waited. You knew he would use his to counterattack and in that moment, you took your ace up your sleeve. While he was thinking, you brought your chair to the small square table and placed your hands in the shape of a flower on your face, you bulged your breasts, which were only covered with your bra, to generate distraction. With a pout on your lips you said: "Will not you let me win?" Adding a lot of tenderness to your voice. But Nam wasn’t stupid and even though he couldn’t stop looking at your breasts, he said "checkmate".

You got up from your seat looking surprised at the board because you thought that at least you had one more play, the one that would leave you in the exquisite black boxers that stood out from his short pants.

No matter the pieces you moved in a desperate measure to protect the control, he did not stop telling you that the game was over.

You were afraid for your purity (although you no longer had it, which did not matter) because his look was not the kind you normally saw in Nam but one that denoted predation.

"What will I do with you now?" He said slowly rising from his place and positioning himself a few centimeters from your body. You could feel the heat emanating from his torso on the sensitive skin of your abdomen. Looking up, you found yourself with lascivious dark eyes. You opened your lips and sighed when he put one arm around your waist while the other grabbed your chin. "If you think I didn’t realize your intentions, you're wrong." He said arrogantly. He pressed his crotch on your thigh and you could feel how excited he was. A moan escaped from your lips, which was rather regretful because you were already feeling a bit needy. The hand on your chin moved quickly to the back of your neck pulling your hair a little and, taking advantage of your open mouth, he connected, in a warm kiss, your lips with his.

Nam carried a paradise in those full lips that you had always wanted to kiss.

He played with them for a little while.

When your body yielded to his mercy, he reinforced his grip, so you wouldn’t fall while your hands went up his firm abs to rest on his chest. A grunt on his part made you give way to his tongue in your mouth. He dominated every corner of it like the good strategist he was. He licked, bit and pulled at your swollen lips, and the sensations he produced were incomparable to others you had experienced before.

The air claimed your lungs when you could not anymore, and exhaling with difficulty you two separated.

"I think I just discovered my new hobby" he said with a lascivious smile, as he pushed the pieces off the table and sat on it to continue laughing, his kissing session.