Magic held no particular interest to Mingyu, or at least⁠— That was a previously uncontested truth in his life, but now Fox did things like that with magic, effortless as anything. With the usual Fox flourish, kissing the damn thing to activate it, blowing a kiss to stop it when Mingyu was pretty sure he'd just said it was just as capable of being thought-controlled.

Fox was every bit the showman Mingyu was, just in a completely different way.

Before Mingyu could even finish absorbing the nature of the magic Fox had imbued the ring with, Fox was upon him and chased away all ability for higher thought. He gasped openly as Fox's mouth followed the cold surface of the ring, its icy slide sharpening the heat of Fox's tongue, overwhelming sensation crashing through him. He choked a little on his breath, whimpering, bringing a hand up to muffle the sound.

"Fuck⁠—" Mingyu rarely swore, his immaculate TV persona too well trained into him, but Fox had a way of unraveling that too, and Mingyu could only lay there panting, already feeling outpaced. "That's⁠— That's how we're doing this, Huli?"

If there wasn't a challenge in Mingyu's voice before, there was now, propping himself up on his elbows to level Fox with his gaze.

"You wanna add some stakes?"