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“Are you winning?” Riku asks, leaning back against Sion’s chest. There’s no score on the screen, from what he can see. And surely there must be a way to tell if you’re winning or not. “Um- kind of,” Sion says. His voice is distant, focused. “We have to destroy the other team’s turrets and get closer to their spawn.” He points at a tiny, ruined tower on the screen. “We have minions that help us. They’re kinda like shields, sometimes. So then we can go in and destroy the turrets.” Riku makes a face. “You’re sacrificing the little trolls?” “Not sacrificing them, it’s just…” Sion trails off. “They, um. I dunno. They’re doing it willingly.” And Riku kinda hates himself, hates the fact that those surprisingly strong gamer arms do things to him as Sion squeezes him in close. Hates that it kind of turns him on when Sion ignores him for his game and mansplains League of Legends. Hates how his heart races when Sion puts his hands flat against Riku’s tummy and tightens his grip. He leans his head back against Sion’s shoulder and says: “tell me more about the little trolls.” - Riku may or may not have a thing for his loser boyfriend. Sion is certainly not complaining about it.

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