The plan was simple. Toji, you, and a rented tape to watch on your boyfriend's old player. Nothing complicated.

But for Toji, it's beyond complicated. Because ever since you started your relationship, he can't keep his hands to himself. It's like they have a life of their own, always traveling from your waist to your ass, or from your butt to your back. But he always had his hands on you.

And now, as you lay on his chest, your attention glued to the movie, Toji could barely concentrate as he felt the third consecutive throb in his dick that night. He felt like a complete loser, getting hard from inhaling your perfume or feeling the heat of your body. He was going crazy, definitely. 30 years old and acting like a damn teenager like that.

He started subtly, caressing your butt like he usually did. Then his lips started leaving small kisses on your cheeks, trying to get your attention. You complained quietly that you wanted to pay attention to the movie, too focused on how the girl was running away from her masked stalker. A crappy movie, according to Toji.

"I'm not doing anything, hun." he stated, feigning innocence. His hands kneaded the tender cheeks of your ass, pulling you closer to him. His breathing became heavier, leaving slower kisses on your skin. As if he wanted to devour you. You sighed, knowing what he was like. But you let him keep going, because it was always entertaining to watch him try to get his way. And after a few minutes, he buckled first.

"Princess." he murmured, his lips on your cheek. You let out a small hum, paying no attention. His fingers began to slide under the waistband of your shorts.

"Just a little? Come on, please." He said pleadingly, inhaling deeply through your hair. He'd never do anything to upset you, but he really wants to put it in. "I'll do all the work, I promise... Just the tip." he suggested, desperate for your approval so he could get his hands on you.