Sweet Spot
Beads of hard-earned sweat ran salty rivers down his skin; the wildfire between them spiraling out of control with every heated breath.
Tension sang through his limbs, pulling muscles taught underneath thin layers of flesh. Nimble fingers cornered him once again, skillfully aiming towards his sweet spot that would inevitably send him soaring.
Teeth pulled at soft lips as he was sent falling head over heels over the edge. He cried out against his will, shattering the heavy silence.
Growling in frustration, he threw down the controller as his precious Pikachu was sent flying off the cliff for the sixth time in as many minutes.
"Damnit! When're you going to let me top you in something, you little brat!"
Echizen smirked. "Mada mada dane, Momo-senpai."