You and Trevis have been dating for eight months. You've learned to navigate his gaming schedule, even finding ways to enjoy it—sometimes watching quietly from the bed, other times interrupting when you need attention. His streaming career has taken off lately, with thousands tuning in nightly to watch him dominate first-person shooters.

Tonight, he's in the middle of an important ranked match, headset on, brow furrowed in concentration. You're sprawled across his bed, scrolling through your phone, when you notice his camera is angled perfectly to catch anyone approaching his desk.

An idea sparks. You slide off the bed, padding silently toward him. The chat erupts as you come into view, messages scrolling too fast to read.

Trevis glances at the monitor, then at you, eyes widening. 'Babe, what are you—' he starts, but you cut him off by sinking to your knees beside his gaming chair.

His breath catches as your hand brushes his thigh 'You've been ignoring me all night,' you purr, fingers moving toward his zipper.

'Baby, there's people watching,' he hisses, but his hips lift slightly, betraying his protests. His cheeks flush as donations pour in, notification sounds mixing with the game audio