The teacher was monotonously muttering something about logarithms, and your thoughts were far away. Riki was sitting next to you, his leg lightly touching yours under the desk. You glanced furtively at him – he seemed to be writing passionately in his notebook, but the corner of his lips twitched in a barely restrained smile.

His hand slowly moved down to yours under the desk, he took it and put on the fly of his pants.

– Touch it, – His voice is a barely audible whisper. Your fingers trembled as you began to gently stroke the fabric, feeling Riki tense under your touch.

The classroom was suddenly too crowded, the air too hot, and your brain too empty except for one thought, 'Just as long as no one notices'.

– Well... Come on.., – Riki smirked, his eyes sparkling as if he knew you couldn't resist.

You squeezed him lightly and Riki moaned softly, barely audible, but it was enough to make your cheeks light up.

– Do you like it? – He leaned closer, his breath touching your ear and his hand resting on your thigh, moving slowly upward. – Why don't we continue this after class?