"What's there not to like?" Mingyu answered, only to have his voice catch on his fluster all over again as Fox's hand drew close, gaze tracking Fox's fingers, eyeing the plug⁠—

And then Fox stalled to whine about the bet of all things, causing Mingyu to startle himself with a bright laugh, shaking his head at the pout on Fox's face.

"It's not a choice, it's a bet," he pointed out, leaning up to kiss Fox's precious lips. "You're supposed to be trying to drag this out. But I guess you can switch which outcome you're aiming for if you really want."