"Right here? Now?" He questions in a low tone, hot breath ghosting your ear, eyebrow raising as he lowers his head.

One of his hands is resting protectively on your waist, the other clutching the handrail above as the packed train continues to speed and rustle.

You had given him a look - one with doey eyes and a bitten lip - as you continued to press back against him.

He was used to your antics by now, and despite everything, he could never say no to his perfect girl.

"It's crowded, no one will notice." You murmur back.

"I doubt that. You know how loud you can be." He scoffs, hand tightening on your hip.

"You don't want to?" Your lips form into a pout.

He could feel a twitch under his pants, his jeans almost immediately tenting as you continued to prod him. There was no way he could say no to you, ever. He was wrapped around your finger.

He huffed slightly in defeat, his voice lowering to a huskier tone as he looked down at you.

"Keep your voice down. Don't make any noise. Understand?"

Geto glanced around his surroundings to make sure nobody was paying any mind to the both of you. When he is sure all attention is focused elsewhere, he moves to press his body against yours, trapping you between him and the wall so that everyone's view of you was obstructed.

His grip around the rail tightened as he moved his other hand down and closer to the hem of your skirt.