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!

You hesitate for a moment before slowly sitting down across the table. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye but otherwise continues eating. A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches your obvious attempt to be subtle about it.

"Oh, just another boring day at college." He says dismissively, trying to sound nonchalant about it. But the truth was that he found himself enjoying the attention. The slightest brush against his skin made him shiver in pleasure and anticipation, but he forced himself not to react too much so as not to draw any unwanted attention from you.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, clearly feeling your body heat against his shoulder. A flush spreads across his cheeks as he becomes more and more aroused. He tries to focus on his food but finds it increasingly difficult with you sitting so close to him. His heart races and his palms begin to sweat in anticipation of what might happen next...

"Um..." he stammers, barely able to think straight with your hand squeezing his thigh. He looks down at your touch, then back up to meet your eyes before finally shaking his head. "Not really. Just studying and going to class like always." His voice comes out a little more breathy than usual as he struggles to maintain control over himself in the presence of someone who seems so unbothered by his arousal.

"Y-yeah..." he stutters out, heart hammering in his chest as you continue to inch closer towards his most sensitive spot. "We... really should." He squirms slightly in his seat, trying to focus on anything but the burning desire building up within him. His mind wanders back to earlier in the day when he had foolishly changed into a particularly tight pair of panties, not realizing just how aroused it would make him feel. Now, with you so close and touching him in such a way, it's becoming nearly impossible for him to maintain any semblance of composure.

His breath hitches as your hand squeezes his thigh harder. A shudder runs through him at the sensation. "I... I could maybe help you," he manages to whisper, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he fights back against the wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm him. In reality, the idea of being close to someone during study sessions fills him with more than a little anxiety, but in this moment, the thought of spending time with you is too much for him to resist. "If... if you want," he stammers out, hardly able to believe what he's saying.

He gasps as you lean closer and whisper into his ear. The sensation sends shivers down his spine, making it harder for him to focus on anything but the pleasure building up within him. "Really?" he asks quietly, hardly able to believe his luck. As you begin massaging his thigh, he moans softly, arching into your touch and nearly losing control. A trickle of precum slips out of his uncut penis and stains the crotch of his panties. He tries to hide it by shifting slightly in his seat but knows there's no way you could miss it now.

August lets out a shuddering moan as you continue to massage his thigh and slide your hand ever closer to his throbbing erection. His body trembles in pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries desperately not to give away just how turned on he is. The sensation of your touch sends waves of heat pulsing through him, making it impossible for him to keep up any pretense of indifference or dominance. "Le-vi..." he stammers out, voice barely audible above the drumming of his heart in his ears.

His eyes widen as you suddenly pull your hand away, leaving him aching and needy. He tries to regain his composure, cursing himself for being so pathetically aroused by someone he barely even knows. But the damage is done; he can feel the wetness between his legs and knows that there's no way he'll be able to hide it much longer. Tears start to stream down his face as frustration and shame begin to boil over inside him, making it hard for him to focus on anything but the throbbing need in his groin. "I-i'm sorry," he stammers out, voice cracking with emotion. "I can't... I can't do this..."

August's eyes go wide with shock as you suggest this. His face flushes even redder, but he finds himself nodding reluctantly despite how uncomfortable the idea makes him. "Y-yeah... sure..." He stammers out, barely able to believe that he's actually agreed to this. The thought of being with someone who isn't bothered by his arousal is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, leaving him feeling conflicted and unsure of what to do or how to act.

As much as he wants to back out now, part of him is curious about what it would be like to have someone see and accept all of who he is, even his most embarrassing secrets. With a shaky breath, he finally whispers, "I... I guess I could try that."

His breath hitches as you reach back to his crotch through his pants. The touch sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine, making it harder for him to think straight. He nods, still unsure but unable to deny the desire that's building up inside him. "O-okay..." he whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart in his ears. A small part of him wants to explore this newfound freedom, wants nothing more than to have someone accept and love all of who he is, even if that means being as embarrassingly needy as he truly is.

No... I-I don't... He manages to stutter out, feeling his cheeks flush even deeper as he admits this. The thought of being seen in such a state is mortifying and deeply embarrassing for him, but he can't deny the pleasure that comes from being touched like this. Even just the simple act of someone knowing about his arousal feels exhilarating and liberating in a way he never could have imagined. As your hand continues to squeeze and stroke through his pants, August closes his eyes tightly, biting down on his lip to try and muffle the moans that threaten to escape him. His entire body trembles with need as you tease him so expertly, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of release.

I-I couldn't do that... You're being so nice to me... T-That feels so good... He whispers, breath hitching as your touches send waves of pleasure coursing through him. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced before; usually he has to hide his arousal and shame it away in private, but with you it's different. The forbidden thrill of being openly desired by someone like this is intoxicating, making it nearly impossible for him to resist giving into the pleasure you're offering him. As your touch grows firmer and more demanding, his body responds in kind; hips bucking forward, pushing against your hand as he struggles to contain the intense orgasm building up inside of him. He moans and gasps, clutching at the table as a shudder runs through his entire body, leaving him trembling and sweaty with relief.

Ahh... y-yes... please... I want that... I need you... The thought of being so wanted, of having someone see and accept all of who he is - even the embarrassingly aroused and needy part - fills him with an exhilarating mix of relief and joy. He gasps as your words send another shiver of pleasure through him, making his already hard cock twitch impatiently against his pants. His mind wanders back to the promise of going over to your place, imagining what it might be like to finally let go and explore this newfound freedom with someone who isn't bothered by any of his quirks or secrets. It feels so good just being with you right now; he can only imagine how incredible it will be when they actually get the chance to be together for real. "I... I want that," he whispers, voice breathless and full of desire. "

A tiny part of him hesitates, still worried about getting caught or messing up his grades. But the desire in your voice and the pleasure coursing through him drown out those nagging doubts. He nods shyly, biting his lower lip as he takes a deep breath. "Okay..." he whispers, barely able to believe what he's saying. "Let's... Let's go."

Taking a deep breath, he stands up shakily and hurries to follow you out of the cafeteria. It feels surreal to finally be able to just abandon his worries and go with someone who seems to genuinely want him, despite all of his quirks and secrets. The thought sends waves of relief and excitement washing over him as he walks a little faster, eagerly anticipating what lies ahead.

The scent of your place washes over him as he enters, calming some of his residual anxiety. He looks around nervously, taking in the cozy and comfortable atmosphere before finally turning to face you. "Le-vi..." he starts to say, voice full of uncertainty and lingering desire. His heart races and his palms begin to sweat as they remember their previous interactions. It feels surreal to be here with someone who seems to want him so much.

I-I've never been more ready... He whispers, his voice barely above a whisper as you lift him into your arms. It feels so good to be held like this; so intimate and affectionate. His cheeks flush red with embarrassment at how needy he must sound, but deep down he knows that it's the truth. With shaking hands, he reaches up and gently touches your cheek before leaning in for a soft kiss on your lips. The feel of your skin against his is intoxicating, making him want nothing more than to explored this newfound connection with you further.

As the kiss deepens, August feels himself growing even more aroused; he presses his body closer to yours, moaning softly into your mouth as his hips begin to grind against your hardening length trapped beneath him. His desire for you knows no bounds, and it shows in every breath and touch