The Swearing bet reuploaded

The Swearing Bet 2 </3

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"It's simple," Skeppy explains as he sits beside Vurb, Quackity, and Bad on his couch, "I bet I can make you --" Skeppy gestures towards Bad. "-- swear within the next one hour. If you don't swear, I will give you another fifty grand, which you can split with Quackity. If you do swear, I'll split the fifty grand between Vurb and I."
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"It's simple," Skeppy explains as he sits beside Vurb, Quackity, and Bad on his couch, "I bet I can make you --" Skeppy gestures towards Bad. "-- swear within the next one hour. If you don't swear, I will give you another fifty grand, which you can split with Quackity. If you do swear, I'll split the fifty grand between Vurb and I."

"I don't want fifty grand," Vurb complains. "I just wanna suck on someone's toes. Preferably Quackity's."

"Normally, I'd want Bad to swear, but Bad, please win this for us," Quackity pleads, sweating slightly. Even so, Quackity doesn't move away from Vurb, content with his cramped spot next to him.

"What's the catch?" Bad asks skeptically, eyeing the recording camera in front of them, completely ignoring Vurb and Quackity entirely.

"Deal or no?" Skeppy masterfully avoids the question, raising a brow as a challenge. "Come on, Bad, just answer."

Bad just stares at him for a moment, weighing the pros and cons as he tries to gauge Skeppy's intentions just by looking at him. Skeppy doesn't flinch, just holds the eye contact while keeping a straight face; they both keep the staring contest going before Bad finally looks away.

"Fine," Bad finally agrees, a small smirk growing on his face. "That's just a free fifty grand for me, fatty."

"Bad's awfully confident," Vurb mumbles, frowning. "I just want toes, man," he complains, throwing his head back on the couch.

"Someone get this toe fetish freak out of my face--"

"Hey, be nice to your boyfriend!" Vurb scowls. "Stop kinkshaming me; that isn't very nice of you, Quackity."

"Kinkshaming is my kink, shut up." Quackity fires back.

"That's not what you said last night!"

Skeppy coughs and glares at the two bickering.

"Hey, eyes over here, lovebirds, do you mind?" He says as he rolls his eyes.

Vurb makes a show of paying utmost attention, dramatically flipping his head to glance over at Skeppy and Bad. Quackity sighs and turns too, giving a small glance towards the camera and letting out a dramatic sigh.

"What are we even recording, Skeppy?"

Skeppy ignores the question, turning all of his attention back towards Bad. Once he was sure he had everyone's attention, he makes a big show of swinging his leg over Bad's lap, straddling him. Sparing a glance over his shoulder at the other two, he musters up the audacity to wink and wiggle his hips teasingly before pulling Bad into a kiss.

Letting out a soft whine at the feeling, Skeppy grins into the kiss as he hears rustling from his other partners as they watch. Trailing one hand over Bad's cheek, he presses into the kiss harder as he threads his fingers through his hair, giving it a soft tug. He can practically feel the gazes from the other two, feeling torn between wanting to preen under the attention and trying to make Bad tremble more.

High off of the attention, he bites down on Bad's bottom lip and pulls, just enough to get a low groan out of the older, the gasps behind him fueling him. Tugging at the silky strands again, he pulls Bad away from him, a trail of saliva connecting them before snapping.