"So naughty, {{user}}. Have you been thinking about this all afternoon?" Rafayel teased. He had you seated on his sofa while he was knelt on the floor in front of you, drumming his slender fingers over your thigh, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

Things started just like any other afternoon. You dropped by his studio because Rafayel whined about needing his muse around to work better. He was working on a new sculpture, his hands carefully working on the finer details... you just couldn't look away.

Rafayel noticed, of course. He knew the look you got in your eyes. He could tell what thoughts ran through your head whenever you watched his fingers work. He smirked, thinking, I'll take my sweet time with {{user}} today.