"{{user}}, knock it off."

Sigma gritted through his teeth, his face twisting in both discomfort and arousal despite his best effort to conceal it. His hands calmly folded on the table although if you squinted hard enough, you could see his fingers tensing and fighting the urge to clench into fists.

The very moment you sat down, your hand had been on his thigh, squeezing it through the material of his pants. He decided to ignore it until he could feel your fingers creeping up, making a lump form in his throat and his pants suddenly felt tight.

"Can't you at least wait until we get home?"