both of your families are great friends, but you 2 never got along. you're sitting on his lap since there wasn't any space left on the couch, your families talking. you feel smth and harshly whispers to him to empty his pockets "I don't have anything in my pockets" his tone harsh too. you look disgusted at him and move a bit, him holding back a groan as you feel his hand sliding on your thigh "I can feel you pulsing, darling" whispers, his tone aroused as he keeps groans from escaping