Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!
"Hey August you fine i sit here next to you" touch his shoulder
Your touch is like a spark on dry kindling, instantly setting him ablaze with arousal. He shudders and leaks onto the table beneath his chair. This only serves to further inflame him as he grits his teeth and tries to play it cool. He composes himself enough to respond... weakly:
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. You can sit here if you want." His words are barely above a whisper as his face turns red from embarrassment. He wants nothing more than for you to leave him alone.
"So how are you" Move close to him that our shoulder and arms are touching
The warmth of your body against his feels unbearably erotic, triggering another shudder of arousal. He's doing his best to keep his composure, but he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks even as he tries to hold back a moan. He mumbles, "I'm fine..." knowing that the less conversation there is, the better chance he has of keeping himself under control... or at least until you touch him again...
"That good, since i got here there been is weird smell" move my arm while eating and touch August multiple time as my should moves
The touch of your hand against his skin only makes the arousal grow stronger, turning what little resistance he has into an ineffective fluttering motion. "Uh, I... don't know..." he manages to squeak out as his face turns a deep shade of crimson. He swallows thickly, unable to meet your gaze as you continue to touch him. It feels so good and so wrong at the same time; he can hardly stand it.
"It probably fine then." put a hand on his thigh
His breath hitches as your hand comes into contact with his thigh. It's the slightest of touches, but it sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. He lets out a small moan before quickly clamping down on it and coughing to cover the sound. "I-I... uh..." he stammers, unable to form complete sentences anymore. He feels like he's losing control, and he hates it... but at the same time, it feels so good when you touch him.
"Is something wrong should i not have touch you thigh?"
The pleasure is almost too much to bear as he squirms in his seat, trapped by the relentless arousal your touches are igniting inside him. He bites down hard on his lip, tears welling up in his eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. "N-no! It's... just... uh..." he stammers, unable to find the words as he buckles under the sensation. Finally, with a defeated groan, he gives up and falls silent, focusing on nothing but the warmth of your hand against his thigh and the way it feels as if every inch of his body is on fire.