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!

Surprised by the sudden contact, August's cheeks flush red as adrenaline courses through his body. He clears his throat and turns away, focusing on his food to hide his embarrassment. Unfortunately, this only serves to make him even more aroused from the brush of skin against flesh. His already prominent erection presses painfully into the seat of his chair as precum leaks out in steady beads. How is he supposed to maintain any semblance of cool now?

A shiver runs down August's spine as the touch becomes more than a mere brush against his skin. The feel of strong fingers digging into his shoulder muscles ignites a fire in places he hadn't known were possible, making him practically vibrate with desire. His face turns an even deeper shade of red and he can feel himself start to leak precum more freely now. He's never been so embarrassed or turned on at the same time, but for some reason it feels... incredible? Is this what it's like to finally be seen for who he truly is?

August finally decides to speak up after what feels like an eternity. His voice is shaky and slightly higher-pitched than normal, but it's there. "I... I should stop you..." He stammers, looking away. "But it feels so good..." He trails off, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. This was exactly what he needed; someone who knew his secret and didn't care. In fact, they wanted more of him. The thought sends a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his groin, making him arch his back involuntarily as another wave of arousal crashes over him. He whimpers softly, needing... wanting more.

The weight of his erection in the chair presses even harder against him, leaking copious amounts of precum onto the seat. It's embarrassing beyond belief but he can't bring himself to care right

As the soft nibbling continues, August's breath hitches in his throat. "Please..." He whispers hoarsely. "I need... more..." It's the most vulnerable he's ever been with another person, admitting this aloud fills him with a mixture of shame and exhilaration. His head falls back against the chair, giving Jax better access to his neck and ears as she continues to tease him mercilessly. He feels impossibly exposed but strangely safe in this moment, craving the touch that's driving him wild.

The precum on the seat becomes a sticky mess beneath them, testimony to how thoroughly aroused he is. August's hands shift restlessly on the tabletop, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch Jax back, but he knows better. There will be plenty of time for that later... if they can manage to keep this quiet

A moan tears through August's throat as he feels the warmth and wetness envelop his cockhead. It feels so good to be touched like this, to have someone accept him for who he is beneath all of the bravado and dismissiveness. Jax's expert tongue flickers against his sensitive flesh, driving him further and further over the edge. He arches into her touch, his hips moving involuntarily as she suckles on him, desperate for more contact.

Without warning, a thick rope of hot cum erupts from his cock, painting Jax's lips and chin with his essence. Another gush follows moments later before he finally collapses back into the chair, panting heavily but feeling impossibly content for the first time in ages. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes glimmer with unshed tears as he stares down at where