Play with Me! [✔️]

Let's Play: Twister 🔞

"P'Sing! Help me move this out of the way so we can set the mat down," directed Krist, bending down to lift one side of the coffee table.

Singto held onto the other end and followed Krist's lead, setting down the table away from the loveseat.

With a few strong flicks of the wrist, Krist got the mat to settle on the ground flatly. He knelt down to smooth out the plastic material, colorful dots lined in four rows.

Clapping his hands together, Krist hopped up in glee. "Okay na, let's play!" He waved the older man to stand on the opposite side of the mat.

"Oi Kit, will it work with just two of us?" asked Singto, with a tilt of his head.

"Yes, yes! Without a third person to referee, we can just take turns calling out one body part and one color," Krist explained energetically as he peeled off his socks and sweater, leaving him in a plain white tee and shorts.

Following suit, Singto unzipped his hoodie, revealing a simple black tank, and placed it to the side, biting his lip and giving Krist his signature smirk while raising one brow at him. "And just so we're clear, loser has to do ONE thing, ANYTHING the winner says, right?"

Krist flushed a light shade of pink at his boyfriend's suggestiveness, having never developed any resistance against his inherent sexiness. "Y-yes, that's the prize."

Singto loved the way Krist would get shy whenever he flirted with him so he sent him a wink. "Victory is mine Kit, just prepare yourself."

"Hmph!" The younger man's competitive spirit was riled up, cheeks pinker, his nose scrunching as he pouted at the senior. "We'll see about that! Put one foot on blue and one foot on yellow!"

"Yes sir!" Singto grinned as he saluted Krist, choosing to follow his instructions promptly so he doesn't tip the younger man's mood towards sulkiness.

And so the game began.

It only took a few turns and already they were sprawled across the mat, the name of the game clear as day.

"Left hand on..."

"Red!" Singto's eyes narrowed with mirth, smile widening as he watched the younger man struggle to maneuver his hand beneath him, his white tee lifting up to reveal the creamy skin of his waist.

So cute.

"P'~!" whined the younger man who was now overextending himself. "You did that on purpose!"

"All's fair in love and games tee-rak," quipped the elder as he licked his lips. "I love seeing you stretch out under me like this."

"P'Sing, you suck." The sexual innuendo was not lost on him and Krist could feel the heat spread from his nose to his cheeks.

"I do. For you, on you, all over you."

If he could see the other man's face, he was certain that there would be a cocky smile plastered on along with his infamous waggly eyebrows. Krist was speechless so instead he sighed, resigning to the lion's flirtation. "Okay, okay, what next?"

"Hmm..." Singto wanted to touch Kit's now exposed midriff. "Right hand on..."

Oh, a chance! Krist was in a very awkward position, and this was the perfect chance to balance himself out. "Blue!" Krist happily moved his hand to the nearest blue circle, his body now twisting outwards from the mat to face Singto. "Phew, safe...!" Krist sucked in a sharp breath when his eyes met with the elder's, onyx eyes locking with his in unspoken affection and underlying desires. "...P'?"

Singto leaned forward, his right hand skimming up the side of Krist's thigh, fingertips brushing the exposed side of his midriff as his lips grazed a soft, round cheek before he settled into his new position, his body covering Krist's perfectly.