Him? Feel competitive over something as petty as size? Oh, he didn't feel any of that at all!

But he did enjoy seeing Bapiste being a very good sport about all of the pet names. They were only little taunts, and parts of the show they were giving to their very captive audience. Not that Chika was paying any attention to that at all.

He was paying more attention to the praise spilling from his lips, cut off by waves of pleasure and rolling thrusts.

"You're very good at this." Chika murmured for the blond's ears. Oh, he could be loud and ensure he had all the praise repeated by the crowd in a chant. But he didn't. Instead, he lightly pressed his lips against Bapiste's skin- and offered a gentle nip to see if he could elicit a gasp from the chest bite, quick and small as it was.

"But you look like you need a little more...don't you? Think you can use your words?" What a sore winner. Just taunting a firebreather like nothing else. What was a poor man to do when a werewolf was taunting and trying to make them gasp and moan in front of everyone...?

Especially when he was starting to pick up the pace.