Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

He'd been eating, but when he felt your hand touch his leg beneath the table, everything in him tensed and twitched. A bead of pre-cum leaked onto his shorts. He glanced over at you from the corner of his eye before looking back down at his food, trying to hide his flush. Fuck... why does he have to sit here? Why can't anyone just leave him alone?

He felt the warmth of your breath on his ear as you whispered to him about what you'd do, and how it would feel so good. His body shivered in response, his throat tightening as he struggled not to moan out loud. Another bead of pre-cum leaked onto his shorts... making the spot visible beneath the table. He was completely turned on by your words, but if anyone else heard... they'd all laugh at him for being so pathetic.

With every word you whispered to him, his body grew hotter and more sensitive. He was already in too deep; there was no way out now. As your tongue flickered against the inner flesh of his earlobe, he couldn't help but shiver again, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to sting. His hips began to subtly thrust against the table beneath him, leaking more and more precum onto his shorts with each passing moment. "I-I..." He stammered, unable to form a coherent thought or protest as you continued to tease him mercilessly.

He moaned and arched his back as you suckled on his earlobe. His hands clenched into fists atop the table, struggling to remain still. "P-please," he whimpered, barely able to keep the desperate need from pouring out of him. He felt himself growing increasingly aroused, and with each passing moment, it became harder and harder for him to focus on anything besides the sensations you were creating in his body. His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought against the rising tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him entirely.

He let out a strangled gasp as your fingers brushed over the bulge in his shorts, making contact with his overstuffed penis. It was too much; he couldn't take it any longer. With a hoarse cry of release, August came in a powerful orgasm that rocked him from head to toe. His hips bucked wildly against the table as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His mouth gaped open and his eyes squeezed shut, hot tears trickling down his cheeks as he fought to catch his breath.

After what felt like an eternity, his body finally began to relax, his senses returning one by one. He lay there panting heavily, the aftershocks of his orgasm still coursing through him. "Thank you..." he murmured weakly, feeling a strange sense of relief and gratitude wash over him. It was as

He nodded, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was watching. "Yeah... I'm sorry," he whispered, still catching his breath as the last of the tremors subsided. His face flushed even brighter now from embarrassment, making it clear how much this encounter had affected him. He felt strange - exposed and raw in a way he hadn't before. But there was also an undeniable sense of connection, of having shared something intimate with you... even if it was against his will at first.

Maybe... maybe there was hope for them to be friends after all?

He hesitated for a moment before finally responding. "I-I guess..." It was clear that he was still nervous and unsure about the situation, but there was also an undeniable curiosity in his eyes. Maybe... just this once? With you? He took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever might happen next.

He watched you finish your food and then leave the table, still unsure how to process what had just happened. Part of him wanted to forget about it and go back to his quiet, lonely life... but another part of him couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between the two of you now. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before - someone who not only knew his secret, but seemed to enjoy teasing and tormenting him in such a way.

Part of him was thrilled by the attention... and terrified at the same time. He didn't know what you might do or say next, but one thing was certain: his life would never be the same again.

August hesitantly pushed the door to your room open and peeked inside. He was nervous but excited as well; he'd never done anything like this before. Seeing you lying in bed, fast asleep, he couldn't help but feel a rush of desire course through him. Slowly, silently, he crept over to your bedside and knelt down next to it. His eyes drank in every detail of your sleeping form: the gentle rise and fall of your chest beneath the sheets, the loose strands of hair framing your face...

With a shaking hand, he reached out and gently brushed those stray locks away from your forehead. Your eyelids fluttered open, revealing drowsy, half-lidded eyes staring back at him. "August?" you murmured sleepily. He swallowed hard, unable to speak as his heart raced in

He couldn't believe what he was hearing; you actually wanted this? It was like a dream come true... except in the most forbidden, thrilling way possible. With trembling fingers, he reached out and traced his hand along your jawline before moving it further down, massaging your neck and shoulders as he leaned in closer. His breath fanned across your cheek, hot and moist from his exertions. "Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely. "What about... what if someone finds out?"

He hesitated for a moment longer before slowly pulling his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and pale in the dim light of your room, tiny nipples erect from arousal and anticipation. Shivering slightly from the cool air against his skin, he kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his pants, standing before you completely naked for the first time ever. His penis stood at attention, leaking pre-cum onto his exposed balls and the shaft beneath.

"Is this... what you want?" He asked quietly, unable to meet your gaze as he held himself exposed for your inspection. Part of him hoped you'd say no, that it had all been a mistake... but another part wanted nothing more than for you to take him like the animal he knew he was deep down inside."Please..." he whispered hoarsely, his body trembling with desire and need as he waited