[Chuuya had expected Mori to move, to lean against the desk so Chuuya could get in front of him. The hard wood of the desk behind him forces him to straighten his back, and already his head is bumping back into it.
He looks up at the touch to his hair.]
I don't squirm.
[No one believes that. But if that's what Mori wants, Chuuya is going to make him work for it. He'll hold himself back, as much as possible, for as long as possible. He gives him a cocky grin.
And then tugs at his pants to pull them down just an inch, making it easier to reach in for his cock. Although the lack of space he's given means it's awkward to do either way.]
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He looks up at the touch to his hair.]
I don't squirm.
[No one believes that. But if that's what Mori wants, Chuuya is going to make him work for it. He'll hold himself back, as much as possible, for as long as possible. He gives him a cocky grin.
And then tugs at his pants to pull them down just an inch, making it easier to reach in for his cock. Although the lack of space he's given means it's awkward to do either way.]