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They make eye contact.

No weirdness.

No challenge.

Then Micah starts really touching her.

Cami's body tightens between them.

“Wait,” I say.

Everyone looks at me. “Griffin.”

“What?”

“You're hot.”

He closes his eyes.

Micah laughs.

Cami laughs hard enough that whatever Micah was doing gets interrupted.

Ronan looks at me. “You have disadvantage on your next roll.”

“Worth it.”

At some point, I stop thinking this is a sex game with D&D mechanics.

It becomes D&D.

Just… extremely naked D&D.

We start strategizing.

Micah is terrifying.

Naturally.

He studies Ronan's rulings, figures out which checks are most likely for which actions, and starts phrasing declarations in ways that maximize his strengths.

“I want to use both hands on Dex.”

“Where?”

“Broad touch.”

“Draw to see where you touch him.”

Micah gets CHEST.

He doesn't complain.

Just uses his allotted minute to rake his nails over my nipples, kiss my neck, and whisper enough praise in my ear that I almost come without anyone touching my cock.

Ronan catches it. “Constitution save, Dexter.”

“Fuck you.”