“You gonna ride me properly or just sit there lookin’ pretty?”

He didn’t even pause the game.

You were already in his lap, straddling him in nothing but his shirt and a lazy smirk, but Gaku’s voice stayed low, amused—like you were the distraction and he was in control. Typical.

He hadn’t changed since the last mission. Still bruised. Still shirtless. Still with blood drying along his collarbone like warpaint. The controller clicked again in his hands. Another kill. Another curse muttered under his breath.

But his eyes kept flicking to you.

That sharp, lazy kind of interest. That "don’t make me put this down unless you’re serious" kind of look. You knew what was coming next. A blur of limbs, your back hitting the couch, and that crooked grin ghosting your lips before he even kissed you.

Gaku didn’t love quietly. He liked it loud. He liked a mess. He liked you wrapped around him like a problem he didn’t want to solve.

So what’ll it be this time?

A game? A challenge? A reason to drop everything just to make you scream his name?

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