The world of pro gaming was just like that. Animalistic reflexes, mastery of in-game strategy, and honed technical skills… These were considered mere basic qualifications, not something to boast about. So even after attaining those, one had to constantly sharpen themselves and sync perfectly with their teammates just to get results.
That’s why I would fall asleep the moment I closed my eyes. Whether I lost a match or did decently, pressing my face into the pillow meant escaping from reality. It was my way of ending the day and leaving everything else to tomorrow’s me.
But tonight, I didn’t want to do that.
Kessler and I lay side by side on the cramped bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling. We chatted quietly, feeling each other’s warmth.
There wasn’t a specific topic. Just… whatever popped into our heads, random and silly. How we wanted to live from now on, how Kessler had resolved the game possession bug, how I made my pro debut.
“…So yeah, I didn’t think I’d make it to the semifinals either.”
“This is fate, I’m telling you. A guy who makes games and a fox who’s good at them. You have to marry me.”
Three times during our talk, he dropped proposals like that. It made me chuckle, and maybe because I felt so at ease, my eyes kept drifting shut.
“Why aren’t you answering… are you asleep?”
Habits really are scary. I wanted to keep talking longer, but I didn’t even resist as I was swept away into unconsciousness.
“Baby Fox.”
In my sleep, I thought I felt Kessler’s touch. His warm hand resting on my waist, his lips gently pressing against my cheek. Still, I couldn’t open my eyes.
Kessler had been the one who traveled all the way here, and yet I was the first to fall asleep. If you asked me why, I wouldn’t have a good answer. It was the end of a long yet short day.
***
As if it were the most natural thing, Kessler ended up moving into my place.
Still, I was quietly anxious. I was fairly well-known, and Kessler was strikingly handsome—would our cohabitation suddenly become a hot topic? I hadn’t shared my home address with anyone, but it had been leaked by a drama-chasing account before. That’s how Jung Da-hoon found my place so easily too. What was so fascinating about my property value, anyway?
After debating it for a while, I ended up searching online.
Title: Is it weird for two guys to live together? (3)
└ This post is weirder than the idea.
└ It’s fine. If you’re broke, it happens.
└ Not as good as living with a girl.
…There weren’t any proper answers. I had planned to ask about what was inconvenient when cohabiting, or what things I should watch out for, but gave up.
When was the last time I stayed in team housing? I tried to recall but couldn’t pin it down. Even in my previous team, though accommodations were provided, most of us had our own places. We usually only stayed together the night before international matches.
There were plenty of worries, but just as much excitement.
Beep beep beep beep—the keypad at the front door beeped. Kessler, who had gone out to pick up his things, came back hauling two suitcases. Just seeing how thrilled he looked made all my rising concerns melt away.
“What? That’s all your stuff?”
Kessler nodded proudly.
“Whatever else I need, I’ll just rocket-order it.”
“You already know how to do that?”
“Of course.”
Then, without hesitation, he left the suitcases in the tiny first-floor room—way too small for two people to live in together. That wasn’t even the end of it. He said he wanted to share my game strategy room for his work studio too. So much for my plan to give him the second-floor room—that went straight out the window.
He even dragged a chair over to sit opposite my wide gaming desk and nodded like he was completely satisfied.
“What are we, twins? Are you seriously gonna use that? There are plenty of empty rooms.”
“I’m dying to be near you. I won’t bother you.”
“You adorable idiot. It’s not like you’re a distraction. But are you sure you’ll be okay?”
I wouldn’t be uncomfortable. In fact, I’d probably enjoy glancing over at his handsome face whenever I got exhausted—it’d help me reset.
I’ve always had a job where I needed to harmonize with those around me. I lived off of my coach’s tactical advice, the ever-present camera following my every move, and the fans’ cheers blaring through my headphones. I was a pro at multitasking… So I was actually more worried about becoming a distraction to Kessler’s work.
“I have to go into the practice studio on weekdays. Sometimes I train from home too, so it might get a bit noisy. There are plenty of extra rooms, so if you need your own space, just say the word.”
“Okay.”
Just like that, another week flew by. On a Saturday morning, while I was checking out a new strategy guide for the freshly released champion, Kessler suddenly came in carrying something and started pinning things to the wall of the strategy room.
“…What are you doing?”
❤ Baby Fox Snack List ❤
—Delicious Pudding
—Cheese ramen
—Tuna rice balls
—Gamjatang
—Flat dumplings
—Fresh cream cinnamon waffles
—Pikachu pork cutlet
—Chicken-mayo rice bowl
※ Price: 5 kisses per item ❤
I tilted my head and studied it more closely. It was a menu. Beside it, a drink menu had also been posted.
❤ Baby Fox Drink List ❤
—Americano
—Cafe latte
—Caramel macchiato
—Iced tea
—Lemonade
—Grapefruit juice
—Watermelon juice
※ HOT / ICE options available
※ Price: 5 kisses per item ❤
“I decorated it like a PC café. Just let me know when you get hungry while gaming.”
I squinted suspiciously at his overly confident declaration. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who could cook all that from scratch. Not to mention, he was weirdly traditional and rough around the edges—he’d really make all of that? …And did we even have the ingredients?
I decided to test him.
“Hmm… One chicken-mayo rice bowl and a lemonade, please.”
Kessler lit up with excitement and wrote down the order on a sticky note from our team’s merch, the one with my face on it. Then, he leaned in close to me.
“Please make your payment.”
“Can I exchange ten kisses for one real kiss?”
“Sex is negotiable.”
“Not right now. Just bring your lips here.”
His lips were already waiting, so I gave him ten big kisses. While I was doing that, his hand snuck under my shirt and groped my chest.
“Hehe.”
“Alright, now go bring me my order.”
Grinning ear to ear, Kessler returned to his seat across from mine. Quietly sitting in his chair, he picked up his phone and began tapping away with a serious expression.
“What are you doing?”
“Selecting from the best-reviewed restaurants.”
“…Don’t tell me—delivery?”
Of course. It was obviously delivery. Cooking? Yeah, right.
“I honestly thought you’d at least throw on an apron and make something.”
“I can’t cook. Should I learn?”
Having placed the order before I could even respond, he lifted the front legs of his chair and rocked it like an airplane, resting his chin on his hand as he watched me, who had already gone back to focusing on the game.
“Ah, ah.”
Every time I died or had to recall after a wave, I looked at Kessler.
“You look so cute when you’re focused.”
“Aren’t you bored?”
“Watching you is fun as hell.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. Kessler went to the front, received the delivery, and brought the food back arranged neatly on plates like it came from a restaurant.
***
After finishing up practice that evening, we went out to a local BBQ spot for a casual stroll and dinner. Neither of us had a knack for cooking, so most of our meals together were eaten out.
Still, we could manage things like making coffee. On a chilly evening like today, we sat out on the second-floor terrace, sipping coffee and chatting quietly.
“It’s a relief you won’t be unemployed starting next week. I was kind of worried since I’m back to work tomorrow.”
Our lifestyles aligned surprisingly well. My day usually started after lunch when I headed out for team practice, and I often came home late at night. I used to worry about leaving Kessler alone at home all day, but starting next week, he’d be going back to work too. Thankfully, the Korean branch of Kinder Games—where both he and his parents worked—had a flexible attendance system, so we could roughly sync our work schedules.
The one thing I envied was that, unlike me, he had a clean five-day workweek.
Though, apparently, back in the U.S., he practically lived at the office with no concept of weekends.
***
Monday came, marking the official start of our routine. After finishing a long day of strategy training, I came home late at night to find Kessler sitting alone at the dining table.
Earphones plugged in, the back of his head—completely absorbed in something—had become a familiar sight. When he sensed my presence, he turned around.
“Hey, Baby Fox. Did you eat dinner?”
“Yeah, I ate out. What about you—why are you just picking at it? When you eat, just eat.”
“I eat too slowly. Can’t you feed me?”
“Nope. You’ll get spoiled. What were you so focused on?”
I leaned in and peeked at the iPad screen he’d been staring holes into.
“…Is that…”
It was playing a video of me—content filmed during my time with my former team.
“You’re my dinner companion these days.”
“My bangs are all messed up in that one ‘cause I singed them.”
Back then, we’d produced so much content that we even had a dedicated video team, thanks to the consistently high viewership numbers.
It’d take him months to get through it all.
“Is it fun?”
“It’s fascinating.”
“Stop looking at the old me. Just look at me now, will you?”
I sat across from Kessler, resting my chin in one hand and scooping up a spoonful of food with the other. I fed him a bite, and he paused the video to look at me.
“Hehe. One bite for the fox, one bite for me.”
“I told you I already ate.”
That didn’t stop him. He snatched the spoon out of my hand and scooped up a big mouthful for himself. Even when I leaned back to dodge, it was pointless.
“Now it’s your turn. You only have half left, so just finish it.”
“I did finish. Now’s the perfect time for dessert.”
“Dessert? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m starving.”
“You’re insane.”
Suddenly, he got up and lifted me into his arms, setting me down on top of the dining table.
“For your size, you eat way too little. And lately, you’ve lost your appetite completely. Do I really have to worry about this when I’m the one who’s all grown up?”
“I’m full as long as I’m fed your love, Baby Fox.”
At some point, he’d pulled up my shirt and started sucking on my nipple. I stared down at the top of his head, reached for the yogurt cup, and picked it up. I was determined to feed him all of it.
“Here, say ah—ugh!”
Just as I tried to put a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth, Kessler bit down sharply on my areola, and I lost grip. The yogurt spilled, landing across my neck.
Kessler looked up and, without hesitation, licked it clean with a slurp.
‘Goddamn it… I wasn’t planning to go this far…’
Out of curiosity, I deliberately spilled another spoonful. When he saw the trail it made, he followed it with his tongue and lapped it up again.
…This is it. I started intentionally dribbling yogurt over my body. A spoonful on my chest. Another up by my neck…
“From now on, this is how I’m feeding you.”
“…That’s not allowed.”
I looked down at him sternly. His tongue, unusually red, peeked out as he continued licking around my nipple, even though he’d already cleaned up all the yogurt.
It had only been about making sure he ate, but now the scene had shifted to something far more suggestive. Momentarily flustered, I froze up, and our eyes met. With a wicked gleam in his eye, Kessler deliberately licked my chest again like a dog.
“Nngh, wait…”
The sucking sound was lewd and loud. It probably sounded more intense because he was hitting a particularly sensitive spot. He latched onto my nipple with relentless suction until it stood up firm and swollen.
“You’re being way too eager right now…”
“You were worried I wasn’t eating, right? Cheer me on.”
“…”
“If we keep going like this, I think I can eat everything.”
He took the yogurt bowl from my hand and dribbled a bit more onto my neck. Slowly, he lowered his head and savored the taste.
The sudden shift in mood sent my brain into a haze. His tongue brushing over my skin sent chills racing through me. Reflexively, I grabbed his face, but didn’t know what to do next. My gaze darted in every direction, scattered and unfocused.
As I awkwardly lay there holding his face, Kessler gave me a sticky, savoring look, as if he were tasting me. Then he poured more yogurt—this time over my collarbone. The white liquid slid downward with gravity, and his face followed the trail toward my underarm.
“Not there, don’t—”
Even when I pushed, he wouldn’t budge. The softness of his tongue was unmistakable, blatantly felt, and it made my legs curl up. My brows furrowed as every spot his lips touched flared with heat.
“Nnh…!”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed down his head, which had climbed up my neckline and was biting my ear. Without resistance, he was pushed away and this time, he grabbed my pants and took them off. His gaze was fixed on my cock, which was asserting its presence under my underwear. Satisfied, Kessler gently stroked it and said,
“Delicious cock meal.”
“…That’s not how you use that word.”
This situation was maddeningly embarrassing. What else was supposed to make me hot while feeding? To hide my erect cock first, I turned my body over. Kessler just watched me wriggling like that.
“Do it on my back… just do it on my back.”
“Your ears are really red.”
“No, they’re not.”
…But that was a mistake. Kessler, who had lain down on my back, playfully bit my ear and said teasingly. And in an instant, he took off my underwear. Ah, I just wanted to avoid eating yogurt on top of my cock… A cold sensation seeped up onto my buttocks.
Panicked by the unexpected turn of events, I twisted my body, but the yogurt, already generously poured, only went deeper between my buttocks. Reaching out my hand to stop him, I glanced back and saw Kessler smiling.
He pressed down firmly on my waist, fixing me in place, and defiantly poured the remaining yogurt all over there.
“Juwon, wait, just a moment—”
“Aren’t you supposed to not do other things while eating?”
The next moment, his hot lips dug into the cold yogurt.
“Ugh…”
My mom said not to play with food.
I closed my eyes tightly. Kessler, as if his appetite had returned, made more stimulating sounds and sucked up all of it deliciously.
