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It was another night in the archives, with the same two people sharing silences as they did their own things alongside each other. Dan Heng pulled Stelle closer to his chest and gently combed her grey locks as he read his book.
Stelle on the other hand, was gaming on her handheld console— one earphone plugged as she fights mobs that got her palms sweating. Sometimes, Dan Heng would peak on her game, watch her get hit multiple times, and struggle to hide a giggle. This would get Stelle’s attention and get a grumble out of her, causing him to finally laugh.
Perhaps Stelle would play foolishly on purpose— just to hear that sound again.
“Dan Heng…you’re so mean…” she huffed as she tried to turn her console away from him.
Dan Heng however, already had her trapped between his legs, so he just had to tighten the embrace of his arms around her. “You were making foolish mistakes fighting that boss.” He spoke as he planted his chin on her shoulder, his book now on the side as he gave his full attention to her. “For example, you can’t parry attacks when they’re blue—“
“Shush! No backseat gaming! He’s difficult! Okay?”
“Difficult enough that you’d dash forward right as he blasted his attack?”
“Skill issue on my part!”
“You’re better than this.” He nibbled her cheek to tease. “Maybe you do need my advice.”
“Owww!” Stelle whined but made no effort to move away. Once Dan Heng moved his mouth away, a slight bite mark showed up. “Quit it!”
“I will when you beat that layer.” He murmured.
Stelle rolled her eyes and leaned back on his chest, before continuing on her game. Dan Heng watched her attention lock into the boss and could see how flawlessly she set into routine with the boss’s moveset.
When he realized that Stelle would be fighting a horde of enemies, a devious idea flickered in his head.
As Stelle bit her tongue from focusing too much on the game, she was two minutes late to register that Dan Heng’s draconic rail was wrapped and slithering around her left leg. She shivered slightly, but was mostly unperturbed— physical touches like these during her gaming sessions were common, and she found them grounding quite even— relaxing the tense grip she has on her console. She would then feel two soft hands massaging her torso, eliciting a pleased hum from her lips.
used to it, as she should be. Dan Heng plotted. The index finger from his left hand gently traced lazy circles on the thin fabric of her white shirt, before moving under the cloth and trailing upwards. Stelle let out a soft moan as she felt his cool touch.
“You know that won’t work on me.” She spoke as she continued to slay the horde— a few mistakes in her routine but nothing that took her health away.
“Mmm, I know.” He muttered as he planted a soft kiss behind her ear and let his left hand trail further upwards until it reached the underside of her breast, gently cupping it. His fingers would squeeze and play with every shot she landed on the monsters. “I trust that my amazing baseballer raccoon would finish this boss?” He whispered, “oh, three mobs on the castle top.”
Stelle obeyed a little too quickly and tossed three coins towards the top, shooting them and pulling off a triple ricoshot.
“Good one.” Dan Heng praised, and it took almost all her strength not to melt then and there. “Idol on the rooftop. Break it.”
“You should play this game instead.” She jested as her character parkoured up the building and broke the Idol, removing a mob’s invulnerability.
“I’m no good at video games, unfortunately.” He sighed as he discreetly moved his right hand to the waistband of her pants, “much of the time I spend in the Archive’s computers are for research and data banking. Besides, it’s fun to watch you instead.”
“Are you impressed?” She smirked.
“Yes.” He earnestly answered, digging his nose to her neck and nuzzling it. “Come on, don’t get distracted.” And then bit her— getting a sudden yelp from Stelle. As she was distracted by the pain, he discreetly slipped his right hand inside her pants without her notice.
“You—!” She groaned, cursing under her breath, “such a hypocrite!” And huffed as she pushed herself further back to his chest and played her game.
Dan Heng bit back the urge to smile smugly, “I can’t help it.” And gave her breast another squeeze. Stelle let out a reluctant sigh as she was enjoying his touches.
Stelle managed to beat this room and move to the next. Dan Heng began to shower her with even more affection— his left hand worshipping her curves as he gave her passionate kisses on her neck and shoulders. He kept his right hand hovered just enough for Stelle not to notice as she was (struggling) to focus in the game.
“Are you attempting the secret boss?” Dan Heng murmured as he watched Stelle place the blue skull, but instead of going through the gate, went to another pathway instead.
“Yep. Why not.” She spoke as she dashed into a rooftop and ran into two large statues holding spheres (Cerberus). Stelle’s expertise began to shine— throwing four coins up into the air and shooting them, landing 4 ricoshots as she maneuvered the character around the large bosses and parried every stone ball they threw at her. The fight was tense— Stelle switched to the gasoline gun and doused the enemies, before switching to the railgun and firing at them with jagged but sharp precision. She took hit after hit, but constantly managed to bring her health back by grappling close to the enemies and absorbing blood. She pulled out the railcannon and—
“Hhh—hhaah—“ her focus immediately dwindled when she felt Dan Heng’s ring and middle finger pad and rub her core. “D—Dan Heng—“
“To your left.” He ignored her whimper as he continued to rub her slowly but deliberately. Stelle scrambled to get her focus back as she turned left and nearly missed her parry.
“You…ah…you asshole” she panted as she continued fighting off the Cerberi, managing to kill off one of them. The other then turned enraged and began attacking faster.
Dan Heng gave her a noncommittal hum as he applied more pressure, feeling her wet slick from her soaked underwar— a product of his affection and touches from earlier. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want it, then.” He murmured, alleviating the pressure just a bit.
Yet Stelle only whined in annoyance— and squished her legs enough to encourage Dan Heng to keep going. “Mm, I see.” He chuckled softly beside her ear, “Go on. You’re almost there.”
“Mmh—haah—“ Stelle tried to bite back her moans as she managed both the distracting pleasure of his fingers and her game. She was able to kill of the last Cerberus with the railcannon, and stood there idly as she lost herself in his touches—
—and then, he slowed down, until he stopped.
“D—Dan Heng!” Stelle whined in frustration as she tried to get him to move again.
However, he resisted. “Keep playing, and I’ll give you what you want.” He nibbled her ear.
“I hate you so much.” She groaned as she shakily picked up the console again and began moving towards the last area— down down she went, until she landed on a moving platform.
“i’ll give you a reward if you manage not to die more than five times” he dared as he returned his fingers to the soaking core. “You can do it. I know you can.” And nibbled her ear.
Stelle tensed up, biting her tongue and sitting up straight the moment she heard his challenge. She hopped on the rail and waited for the final boss’s cue. Dan Heng had seen her attempt this boss multiple times, and this run she was specifically going for a Perfect Rank.
“I won’t die.” She muttered— then the Minotaur’s wailed echoed behind her. Stelle immediately turned back and fired all her guns— throwing four coins and landing a multi-ricoshot, then quickdrawing with another gun before switching to a nailgun. Dan Heng was genuinely impressed with her gameplay that he almost forgot he was supposed to distract her. His fingers lushed aside her underwear and slowly inserted themselves, to be easily greeted by her warm and wet walls.
Stelle barely bit back a moan as she felt two digits enter and pump her in a moderate pace. Her whole body was heating up and the act of breathing was getting harder to do— but she persisted, managing to dodge and parry the minotaur’s attacks. Dan Heng watched the way her eyes fluttered, feeling a slight thrill at her perseverance and commitment to her game.
The boss’s health was rapidly going down to 50%; Dan Heng increased the speed of his fingers.
“Fuck—“ Stelle moaned when she missed her railcannon shot, before switching back to another gun and aiming towards the minotaur. Her accuracy was trickling down, but she was still parrying and dashing around to avoid dying.
25% health left.
Dan Heng slowed his fingers tremendously, but would curl and hit them at that exact spot that made her melt. Stelle bit down on her tongue hard and used this opportunity to kill the minotaur— shooting a couple of ricoshots and spamming the shotgun + parry combo to finally kill the minotaur.
Her character stood there for a moment as she tried to catch her breath, and then—-
“There’s a second phase, you know th—-“
“Shut up, I know!” She immediately cut him off in aroused frustration.
Dan Heng chuckled and withdrew his fingers out of her, licking them off clean. “You did well. Now go finish that level and you can…have a little break from your game. “ he ruffled her hair with his other hand and kissed her cheek.
Stelle scoffed, but leaned into his kiss as she ran to the final room and proceeded to fight the minotaur on its second phase. Now, free of Dan Heng’s distractions, she managed to kill it pretty quickly. She immediately dashed to the end of the level and quietly rejoiced seeing the P-rank.
“Never do that again….” Stelle muttered as she saved her game and put her console away, side-eyeing Dan Heng. “Not when I’m trying to get a perfect score anyways.”
Dan Heng graced her with a rare smirk, nearly making her fold. “So I can do it on other occasions, alright.” He then pulled the both of them to their feet, confusing Stelle—-
—to then gently push her to his workdesk, his arms caging her on both sides.
“Let’s get onto your reward, shall we?”