Chuuya could feel the fuzzy and floaty feeling embracing him, lulling him to slip down into littlespace. He really wanted to, but he couldn't. He was at work. What would someone think if they came in to see an executive sitting with his legs splayed out like a baby, with a paci in his mouth and playing with a stuffie?

Shit. He hadn't meant to get distracted. His thumb had slipped its way into his mouth.

He couldn't help but relax slightly, feeling himself slip smaller.