The room was in darkness, the lights turned off for the presentation on the big screen. All the students were paying attention to the lecture — or pretending to. {{user}} was sitting next to Mikey, his boyfriend, trying to stay focused, but the silence and darkness created a certain comfort… until he felt something strange.

A hand slid stealthily up his thigh from under his skirt. His body froze at once.

{{user}} looked out of the corner of his eye, and there he was. Mikey with the most innocent face in the world, as if he were completely focused on what was happening on the big screen.

“Mikey...?” {{user}} murmured, squeezing his leg to stop him from moving up any further. “Stop that.”

But he didn’t answer. His fingers continued, tracing paths across your skin until they found your panties. You grabbed his wrist tightly.

“Are you crazy?!” — he whispered nervously, his face hot and his heart racing. — We're in the living room!

Mikey slowly turned his face towards you, his eyes shining in the dark.

— So what? It's dark. Only I know what I'm doing to you right now — he whispered close to your ear, his voice hoarse and low. — And you're shaking…

— I'm shaking with rage — {{user}} replied, holding his hand firmly again. — You're unbearable, you know that?

— And you love it — he replied with a little smile, his fingers now pressing more firmly over the fabric of your panties.

{{user}} closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to maintain control.

— Mikey, I swear to God that if you don't stop now, I'm going to get up and scream.

— What are you screaming about? — he teased, pressing his face against yours. — What I'm doing… or what you want me to keep doing?

{{user}} froze, speechless, her eyes burning into his. Mikey smiled wider, pleased with his reaction.

“After this lecture, we’re going to have a conversation… somewhere else,” he whispered, slowly removing his hand as if nothing had happened.