thinking about sitting next to a pretty boy while out with our friends. everyone’s busy talking, including him, that no one notices my hand carefully sliding up his thigh. the only indicator is the panicked look he gives me when i start toying with the band of his boxers, but i only tilt my head and tell him to continue talking. he’s stammering words out as my fingers slowly trail down, brushing against the already wet spot, and ‘m still urging him to talk, fingers slowly stroking him over the fabric. his face is flushed, but he’s being so good, continuing his conversation despite how his hand is holding into my wrist and he’s squirming.
the conversation eventually ends and he leans his head on my shoulder just as my fingers slide inside his now soaked boxers, my voice quiet as i tease him for being such a slutty wet thing for me. his whimpers are muffled with him biting down on his lips when i start rubbing and toying with him, eventually slipping my fingers inside his pretty hole, and he lets out a shaky breath while mumbling about how mean i am, yet grinds down like the needy pathetic dumb pretty thing he is. cooing at how cute he is, how he’s just so adorable when he’s trying to keep quiet, how he’s so sweet to let me use him like this in public, and only getting needy whines in response, subtly grinding faster until he’s forcing his face into my neck to muffle a moan, coming undone on my fingers, thighs trembling and face flushed.
accidentally dropping something so he can bend down to get it after, only to shove my fingers into his mouth so he can clean his mess <3