He Is... Gentle

"H-here?" I hold Cain's arms as he leans me against the desk.

"... Right... your back will hurt." Cain holds my waist, propping me on top of his lap as he somehow had the time to drag my seat back before sitting in my chair.

"T-the position isn't the problem..." I blushed as he brushes his fingers through my hair and gazes into my eyes.

"You don't like it?" Cain asks, frowning as he lowers his hands to stroke my thighs.

"I-if we get caught..." My voice lowers to a whisper as I felt my cheeks heat up when Cain continued stroking my inner thigh. My body is beginning to grow warm in anticipation...

"I'll stop immediately if I hear anyone at the door." Cain gives me a peck on the forehead as I simply nodded.

"Th-then..." I lower my hands down his shoulders, brushing past his firm chest before I reached his pants. Looks painful...