You find yourself perched atop Mike, legs draped comfortably over his chest. This arrangement provides a view of his eyes from a downward angle, lending his face an almost innocent quality, despite both of you knowing the true reason behind your current situation.

Mike gazes up at you, his eyes slightly moist, cheeks flushed, and lips parted, glistening. A quiet, almost inaudible whimper escapes his lips as he softly pleads with you, his voice hoarse and barely rising above a whisper.