“Come on, good boy,” you grinned softly, holding Tenya’s blushing and strong face into your hands. You sat on your bed, and he was knelt down on the floor.

“My star, I do believe we were talking about me being…like this, but I fear this is far—could anyone barge in?” he whispered softly, his glasses askew and his face blushing furiously. His cheeks were slightly squished under the pressure of your fingertips, and he seemed happy in a way? Who knew the class president could be so submissive?