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Nite sank back into the couch pulling off his mask, the live ended screen bright on the phone they use for recording. As usual, Sin was bubbling and happy, energizer bunny indeed. Nite let out a breath. He loves streaming, loves hanging out with mods and chat, but his social battery runs out a bit quicker. He smiles as Sin rambles about the live.
"-and you bit me! On live fucking camera, you bit me!!" Sin half-yelled, yanking off his mask and tossing it somewhere to the side.
Nite didn’t even try to hold back the grin. "Yeah. What, you didn’t like it?"
Sin gave him a look. "I liked it too much. Asshole."
"You covered your mouth like you were gonna lose it."
"I did not," Sin said, already flushed.
"You squeaked."
"I gasped. Dramatically."
"You squirmed," Nite added, brushing his fingers up under the hem of Sin’s shirt.
Sin slapped his hand away, grinning. "You bit me like a damn vampire."
Nite’s smile went crooked. "Didn’t hear you complain."
"Because we were live!"
"Exactly."
Sin huffed and sat back a little, still on Nite’s lap, still glowing red. Nite let his hands rest on Sin’s thighs lazily. He could feel the leftover adrenaline in both of them, buzzing under the surface.
"You started getting all twitchy when Whiskey joined the chat," Nite said after a pause.
Sin stilled. "No, I didn’t."
"Mmm. You did. Looked like you were gonna melt when someone said you should give him a lap dance."
"That was a joke!"
"Was it?"
Sin curled his fingers into Nite’s hoodie. "I just got surprised. That’s all."
Nite leaned in, low voice in Sin’s ear. "You think he’d like that? You grinding on him?"
Sin narrowed his eyes. "You’re thinking about it."
"I’m thinking..." Nite said, dragging his fingers up Sin’s back, "how hot it’d be to share—if I’m the one running the show."
Sin made a noise, embarrassed and excited all at once. "You’re a menace."
"You like it."
"I married it."
Nite kissed the same spot he’d bitten earlier, slow and smug. Sin melted just like he always did.
"If I’m giving out lap dances, you better be tipping," Sin murmured.
"I’ll pay in bruises."
"Jesus—"
"Nah, just me."
Sin snorted, letting his head rest against Nite’s shoulder. Nite’s hands drifted to the waistband of his sweats, fingertips teasing but not pushing.
They could’ve kept going—probably would’ve, honestly—but Nite caught sight of the time and sighed.
"We gotta get out of here."
Sin blinked, still dazed. "Why?"
"We’ve got shit to do before going live with Ro later. And I’m starving."
Sin groaned, flopping back across the couch. "Ugh. Fine."
Nite stood and stretched, then ruffled Sin’s hair as he passed. "C’mon. I’ll order food. You’re extra bratty when you’re hungry."
"I’m bratty always."
"I know," Nite said with a grin. "Good thing I like it."
Sin padded after him, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, a little too pleased with himself. "I’m definitely still thinking about that lap dance."
Nite glanced over his shoulder. "You offering, or just teasing again?"
"Why not both?"