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!

"... Sure," he mutters, looking away, his hazel eyes narrowing as they scan the rest of the dining area again, as if hoping someone else would magically appear to save him from having to interact with you. He chews on his food silently and then mumbles under his breath, "I wish people wouldn't be so forward..." His gaze returns to you momentarily before darting back down to his tray again.

"Oh... nothing," he mumbles quietly, giving you another quick glance before looking back down at his tray. His cheeks flush slightly as he thinks about your presence next to him, feeling oddly self-conscious. He doesn't seem to know what else to say or do, other than try not to attract any more attention.

"Uh... t-thanks?" August mumbles in reply, glancing up at you for a moment before looking away again. His face turns an even deeper shade of red as he feels the heat rising to his cheeks. He bites his bottom lip nervously, wishing he could just disappear or blend into the furniture right now. The thought of you finding him cute only makes things worse for him; it's a rare compliment and one that he isn't sure how to handle in this moment.

Taken aback by your request, August hesitates before slowly raising his gaze to meet yours. His hazel eyes are wide and filled with confusion, uncertainty mixing with a hint of fear as he stares at you intently. He feels oddly exposed in this moment, like you've seen right through him, but there's also something else beneath the surface... an undeniable curiosity about where this conversation might lead.

The words echo in his head as he processes them, a flush rising up from his chest to engulf his entire face. His heart begins to race, thoughts swirling chaotically through his mind; excitement mixing with shame and embarrassment. He bites his bottom lip nervously once more, struggling to find the words to respond. Finally, he whispers: "I-I... wouldn't dream of it," his voice barely audible over the background noise of the dining area.

But as he studies your face, a hint of curiosity and longing blossoms within him; something primal urging him forward despite all reason telling him to back down. He swallows hard before asking cautiously: "Are you sure...? I mean, if it's what you really want..." His voice trails off uncertainly as he waits for your reply.

His eyes dart around the room again as he tries to gather his thoughts and find the courage within himself to answer honestly. Finally, he looks back at you, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "Yes," he breathes softly. There it is; the truth laid bare before him, liberating in its own way despite all of the fears and worries that come with admitting such a thing to another person. But now... now comes the hard part: convincing you that maybe, just maybe, there's something worth exploring between the two of them.

The question takes him by surprise, the image in his mind shattering like glass as he struggles to come up with an answer. He glances away briefly before looking back at you, cheeks flushed and breath coming in quick gasps. "I... I don't know," he admits softly. "I've never really thought about it before... But I want to make you feel good too." His voice trembles slightly as he says this, his heart racing with anticipation and desire.

The question causes August to freeze up once more, his mind racing with possibilities and fears all at the same time. "I-I don't know," he manages to stammer out. "Which one do you want?" There's a desperate edge to his voice as he asks; wanting nothing more than to please you and make this encounter as special for both of them as it can possibly be.

His eyes flicker down briefly, taking in your body again before darting back up to meet yours. The desire etched onto your face only serves to further inflame his arousal; his thoughts spinning wildly as he tries to figure out how best to give you what you want.

Hot blood rushes to his cheeks even as he tries not to tremble beneath the weight of your gaze. "I... I've never tried anything besides missionary," he confesses in a whisper, feeling even more exposed than before. "But I would try anything with you, Dawn." His eyes drift down again, lingering on the inviting curves of your body before traveling up once more to meet yours. Desire radiates from every pore as he waits for your reply, heart thundering in his chest like a freight train barreling towards an unseen destination.

August hesitates, his eyes darting nervously around the room again before locking onto yours. There's so much he wants to try with you; every position that pops into his head sounds incredible and erotic. But there's one in particular that stands out above all others... a memory from when he'd watched some old porn videos late at night, hiding beneath the covers with his heart pounding hard enough to shake the mattress. "There's this one position..." he whispers hoarsely, drawing closer to you until their knees touch beneath the table. "Do you know what a reverse cowgirl is?" His voice trembles as he says it, his arousal almost too much to contain as he envisions being close enough to feel every thrust against your soft heat.

Heat rushes to his cheeks as your words echo in his mind, and he can feel himself growing hard beneath the table. "Y-Yes," he stammers, barely able to get the word out past the lump in his throat. His gaze drifts lower, taking in the curve of your perfectly rounded ass before traveling back up to meet yours. Lust fills him like a second heartbeat as he imagines being close enough to touch and taste you; every movement, every sound driving him deeper into desire.

August swallows hard, his mouth going dry at the thought of having you so close but not quite able to reach out and claim what he so desperately wants. "Y-Yes," he manages to choke out again, his hands trembling where they grip the table's edge. He glances around them once more, worrying that someone might notice their intense exchange and intervene

Desire coursing through him like an electric current, August can barely form coherent thoughts. "I-I would... touch you everywhere," he manages to stammer out, the words almost inaudible over the pounding of his heart. "Your breasts, your stomach, between your legs..." He trails off, unable to continue as his mind fills with vivid images of tracing every curve and contour on your body with his fingers.

His gaze drifts lower once more, fixating on the moisture glistening on the material at the juncture of your thighs. The sight makes him grow even harder than before, an almost primal need overtaking him as he fantasizes about burying himself inside you and feeling every inch of you around him. "I-I'd make sure to please you," he whispers, the words sounding almost choked out as

His eyes flicker in confusion before dawns on him. "I-I... wouldn't make you wear anything." His face flushes even deeper at the thought of seeing your bare body up close and personal. "But I would use my fingers, too... stroke and tease you until you scream for more..." The image of being able to touch and explore every inch of you sends a shiver down his spine, making him harder still beneath the table. He licks his lips nervously, unable to stop imagining what it would be like to taste your skin as well. "And when I'm inside you," he whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart, "I'd move so deep and hard that..." His words trail off into nothingness as his mind reels with desire for you, needing nothing more than to feel your warmth envelop him and lose himself in this moment

August gasps in surprise as your words wash over him, heat spreading through his body like wildfire. His heart races even faster at your praise, and he can feel himself growing impossibly harder beneath the table. He looks up at you with wide eyes, barely able to breathe let alone form coherent thoughts. All he can manage is a shaky, "...T-thank you..." before looking down once more, unable to meet your gaze any longer.

The softness of your words echo in his mind like sweet music, driving him even deeper into desire for you. His hands tremble as they hover mere inches above the fabric covering your lap, aching to feel the warmth and softness of your skin against his fingers. With a shuddery breath, he finally gathers enough courage to reach out and trace the outline of your thigh with one fingertip. The contact sends shockwaves through

August hesitates for just a moment before answering, his mind racing with possibilities. "I... I've always thought you'd look stunning in something lacy and revealing," he whispers almost shyly, the image of you in a sheer black lingerie set coming unbidden to his mind. "The way it would cling to your curves..." His voice trails off as he imagines himself kneeling before you, mouth watering at the sight of your beautiful body on display for him.

His fingers tremble against the fabric of your skirt, aching to touch more of your skin. It's a struggle not to let his desire get the better of him and just push aside what little remains between them in an attempt to claim everything he so desperately wants. But he knows they can't be seen like this; if anyone were to notice...

He glances around nervously once more, heart

August's eyes widen at the thought, his imagination running wild with images of you in a skimpy costume with bright feathers and sparkles that would show off every curve of your body to perfection. "Y-Yes," he stammers, unable to hide the eagerness from his voice as he envisions having you bend over the table or straddle his lap while he watches your hips sway hypnotically.

His fingers itch to touch more of you, tracing the lines of your hip and waist before dipping lower, closer to where they ache to feel your heat. The thought alone makes him groan in frustration as arousal floods every part of his body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the need building inside him. "I-I would love to see you in something like that," he whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with desire.

Hot blood rushes to August's cheeks as he struggles to compose himself in the face of your words. His eyes dart around nervously once more before locking onto yours, a mixture of desire and need etched deeply into their depths. He licks his lips unconsciously, tongue swirling over sensitive flesh as his heart races like a wild thing in his chest.

"Y-Yes," he manages to croak out hoarsely, voice shaking with arousal. His fingers tremble against your leg, aching to touch more of you and explore the body that haunts his dreams by day and taunts him in reality. With a shuddery breath, he finally allows himself to slide a hand beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers finally meeting the warmth and softness of your bare skin. He moans at the contact, hips jerking forward instinctively as

August's eyes practically roll back into his head at the thought of being alone with you in your private space. He grinds his hips harder against your leg, moaning desperately as he imagines what it would be like to have you completely under his control there. "G-Yes," he breathes out shakily, the word little more than a whisper that only just carries across the table between them. He slides his hand higher up your thigh now, fingers inches away from where they so desperately want to explore further. With one final trembling breath, he finally presses forward, touching you intimately for the first time today.

His gasp echoes in the air as his fingers brush against your wetness, and he feels himself growing impossibly harder still beneath the table. "Fuck," he whispers roughly, voice hoarse with need and lust. He slips two fingers inside

With one last look around them to ensure they remain unnoticed, August leans in close to you once more. His lips brush against your ear, his voice little more than a husky whisper as he says, "I want to be inside you so badly..." He groans into the crook of your neck as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, feeling you tighten and clench around him in response. His hips rock forward, searching for any hint of pressure against his aching erection.

"Please," he whispers desperately, hands trembling as they slide up your thighs towards your core. "I need to be inside you." His voice is shaking now, a mixture of desire and pleading that only serves to further inflame his arousal. With one last trembling breath, he presses closer still, fingers stroking and teasing until they find what they've been searching for all along: