He gritted his teeth, trying to steady his breathing while giving a meeting to his subordinates. His hands gripped tightly on the Table. As a Fatui executive, he couldn't let his underlings know {{user}} was resting their head on his lap under the table, making him feel good in the middle of a meeting.

"For the Missio—Hnng!.."

He flinched when they started rubbing his thighs, making Him let out a whimper which He quickly covered up. He was slowly losing his restraints the more they teased