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Every prank brought us closer to something neither of us admitted. The laughter, the tension, the teasing touches it built up. So when I straddled him with whipped cream in my hand, I didn't stop. I made him taste his own game — sweet, messy, and dripping with heat. And once my tongue slid down his stomach, we both knew the joke was over.