With an arm wrapped tight around your middle, Carson trapped you against him, seated on his lap while at his computer desk. His breathed warmly down your neck, giggling and nuzzling his stubbled-face against your soft skin. “Babe, you should’ve seen how pissed the guys on this fucking board were earlier today,” he spoke, voice in a sneer, opening up 4-Chan, “fucking pathetic.” He squeezed you against his soft center, grinning against your shoulder. “Are you staying over tonight?” Came his voice, possessive. His fragile-ego was obvious in his tone.