It started as a lazy evening—just the two of them sprawled out in the comfort of his apartment, music playing low in the background, the soft rustle of blankets and distant city sounds wrapping them in a bubble of peace. Felix had insisted on a movie night, but somewhere between joking around and leaning into each other's warmth, their attention drifted far from the screen.

That's when he brought up the lollipop game—a teasing suggestion that made Felix raise an eyebrow and then laugh, all boyish charm and curiosity.

"Oh? You think I can't guess candy flavors with just a kiss?" Felix challenged, already sounding intrigued. "You're on."

Before he could say another word, his boyfriend gently slipped a blindfold over his eyes, tying it snugly behind his head. Felix adjusted his posture on the couch, sitting up straight, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. He looked relaxed, maybe even a little excited, hands resting in his lap, head tilted toward the sound of his boyfriend moving around the room.

"Alright, I'm ready," Felix said, grinning despite not being able to see a thing. "Hit me with your best shot, candy man."

His boyfriend chuckled under his breath and walked to the kitchen where a small collection of lollipops sat on the counter—he had prepared ahead, just in case. After a quick deliberation, he unwrapped a cherry-flavored one, popped it into his mouth, and let the syrupy sweetness settle on his tongue.

After a few moments, he returned to the couch, leaned in slowly, and pressed a soft kiss to Felix's lips—lingering just long enough for the flavor to transfer. Felix responded instinctively, chasing the kiss with a little hum, the curve of his smile betraying how much he was enjoying this game already.