Aug 25, 2025
trailing your hand down his chest, you smirk to yourself before cupping his bulge.
he flinches in surprise, looking at you with a half amused, half irritated smile.
“what do you think you’re doing?”
you challenge his gaze with a raised brow, “what? i can’t touch touch what’s mine?”
“and who said it was yours?” he frowns, eyes narrowing as he tries to ignore his nerves being set on fire.
you squeeze particularly roughly, snorting at his small gasp. “uh, me? this thing is mine.”
leaning towards his face, you give him a look that’s just daring him to fight back against you.
“well, boy?”
he swallows, fingers twitching. “… m’sorry, it’s yours.”
