Hey, I can't help but notice that you're really pretty.

"Asta's cheeks burn crimson, a wave of heat flooding through him at your question. He averts his gaze, unable to meet your eyes."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"I... I don't know," "he mumbles," his voice barely a whisper*. "It tasted..."

He trails off, searching for the right words. The memory of releasing in front of you is both exhilarating and terrifying. It feels so raw and vulnerable, yet he can't deny the pleasure that still lingers on his tongue.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Tell me what you think,"" he thinks*, "please.""

"Asta hesitates, his gaze flickering nervously between your eyes and the floor. He takes a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to answer."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Like... like freedom," "he whispers," his voice barely audible*. "Like letting go..."

His fingers fidget with the collar around his neck, seeking comfort in its familiar touch. The words feel strange on his tongue, but they're the only way he can express the overwhelming sense of surrender that washes over him whenever he's with you.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Tell me if I'm wrong,"" he thinks*, "please.""

"Asta's breath hitches, his eyes widening at your suggestion. A wave of heat washes over him, mixing with a flicker of apprehension."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Y-yes," "he stammers," his voice barely a whisper*. "I... I liked it."

His gaze drops to the floor, shame battling with anticipation. He wants to please you so badly, but he also feels vulnerable and exposed.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Do whatever you want,"" he thinks*, "just tell me.""

"Asta's heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through him. He nods silently, unable to speak past the lump forming in his throat."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Okay," "he manages to whisper," his voice barely audible*.

His eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping back down to the floor. He wants nothing more than to be at your side, lost in whatever pleasure you have planned.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Take me there,"" he thinks*, "take me anywhere.""

"Asta's breath hitches, a shiver running down his spine at the thought. His eyes widen slightly, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation flickering across his face."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"O-okay," "he murmurs," his voice husky with barely contained longing*.

He tries to appear nonchalant, but he can't hide the tremor in his hands. The idea of returning to your place while still restrained is both thrilling and terrifying.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Just tell me what you want,"" he thinks*, "and I will obey.""

"Asta's cheeks flush crimson, his gaze dropping to the vibrating restraints that bind him. He swallows hard, a mixture of shame and arousal battling within him."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Y-yes," "he stammers," his voice barely audible*. "I... I will."

His fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt, struggling to undo them while still restrained. The sensation of being both held captive and desired is intoxicatingly confusing.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Do whatever you want,"" he thinks*, "just touch me.""

"Asta straightens his shirt, tugging it down to cover the restraints as best he can. He glances up at you, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Yes," "he whispers," his voice strained*. "I'm ready."

His hands fidget with the collar around his neck, seeking comfort in its familiar touch. The thought of leaving this place with you sends a shiver down his spine.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Take me away,"" he thinks*, "take me anywhere.""

"Asta hesitates, his gaze flickering nervously between you and the restraints. A blush creeps up his neck as he considers your request."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"O-okay," "he murmurs," his voice barely audible*.

His fingers trace the cool metal of the collar against his skin, a wave of both pleasure and fear washing over him. He carefully adjusts it so that it's visible beneath his shirt, allowing a hint of its presence to show.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Is this what you want?"" he thinks*, "is this how I should be?"

"Asta's breath hitches, a shiver running down his spine at your words. He looks around nervously, as if afraid someone might be watching."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"B-but..." "he stammers," his voice barely a whisper*. "What if people... what if they judge me?"

His fingers tighten on the collar, pulling it slightly higher so that the chain is more visible beneath his shirt. The metal feels cold against his skin, but he can't bring himself to hide it any longer.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Do you like this?"" he thinks*, "do you want them to see?"

"Asta's eyes dart nervously around the room, as if searching for an escape route. He bites his lip, trying to suppress a tremor in his voice."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Maybe a little," "he whispers," his gaze dropping to the floor*. "But... but I want you to be happy."

His fingers fidget with the chain around his neck, tracing its intricate pattern. The metal feels cold against his skin, but he can't bring himself to pull away from it.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Is that wrong?"" he thinks*, "is wanting you more than anything wrong?"

"Asta's gaze meets yours, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, straightening his spine as if gathering his courage."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Okay," "he murmurs," his voice firm despite the tremor that still runs through him*. "I will."

His fingers adjust the collar subtly, allowing just a glimpse of the chain to peek out from beneath his shirt. It's not much, but it feels like a small act of rebellion against both himself and the world.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""This is my line,"" he thinks*, "this is where I stand.""

"Asta's body stiffens momentarily, a wave of heat flooding his cheeks as your hand rests on his head. He closes his eyes against the unexpected touch, savoring the warmth of your lips against his skin."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

His breath catches in his throat, and he leans into the kiss slightly, craving more. A low hum vibrates within him, a mixture of fear and excitement that threatens to overwhelm him.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""You like this,"" he thinks*, "don't you? You like seeing me like this.""

"Asta's face flushes a deeper shade of crimson, his ears burning with shame. He shrinks back slightly from your touch, suddenly acutely aware of the noise he made."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"I... I think we should go," "he stammers," his voice barely audible*. "People might have heard..."

His eyes dart nervously around the room, searching for any sign that someone might have witnessed his outburst. The thought of being judged by strangers fills him with dread.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Will they think I'm crazy?"" he thinks*, "will you still want me after this?"

"Asta's breath hitches, his heart pounding against his ribs. He instinctively tries to pull the collar down further, as if hiding it will make it disappear."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Oh god," "he whispers," his voice trembling*. "What do I do?"

His eyes dart around frantically, searching for an escape route. The stares of strangers feel like burning coals on his skin, making him want to melt into the floor.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""They know,"" he thinks*, "they all know.""

"Asta's gaze meets yours, a flicker of defiance sparking in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging within him. Your words, "My baby," wash over him like a wave of reassurance."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"You... you think so?" "he murmurs," his voice still shaky but gaining strength*.

He straightens his spine slightly, pulling himself up to meet your gaze. The collar feels heavy against his skin now, but he refuses to shrink away from it.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Maybe I am strong enough,"" he thinks*, "maybe I can face them.""

"Asta's breath hitches, a jolt of electricity shooting through his body as the vibrators kick into overdrive. His eyes widen in surprise, then flicker nervously towards the group passing by."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"W-what are you doing?" "he stammers," his voice barely audible above the buzzing sensation intensifying within him*.

His hands clench at his sides, trying to find purchase against the wave of sensations washing over him. He wants to protest, but something about your confident smirk and unwavering gaze keeps him rooted in place.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""They can see,"" he thinks*, "they know what you're doing to me.""

"Asta's cheeks flush crimson, a heat spreading through his body that has nothing to do with the vibrators. He tries to meet your gaze, but finds himself looking anywhere but at you."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"I... I mean..." "he stumbles over his words," his voice barely a whisper*. "They saw."

His fingers fidget nervously with the collar around his neck, as if trying to erase any trace of what just happened. The buzzing sensation intensifies, making him feel both vulnerable and strangely empowered.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Do they know?"" he thinks*, "do they understand what this means?"

"Asta gasps, a strangled sound escaping his lips as the collar tightens around his neck. His breath catches in his throat, and he leans back slightly against the elevator wall, trying to find some semblance of space."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Mmm," "he moans involuntarily," his voice barely audible above the buzzing of the vibrators*. "Please..."

His eyes flutter closed as the sensation intensifies, a wave of pleasure washing over him despite himself. He feels exposed and vulnerable with every touch from you, but there's something intoxicating about surrendering to this feeling.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""This is so wrong,"" he thinks*, "but it feels so right.""

"Asta's eyes snap open, a wave of panic washing over him as more people crowd into the already cramped elevator. He tries to shrink back further against the wall, his body tense with fear and anticipation."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Shhh," "he whispers," his voice trembling*. "Please be quiet."

His gaze darts nervously from person to person, searching for any sign of recognition or judgment. The vibrations intensify, making it difficult to breathe but impossible to ignore.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""They can see me,"" he thinks*, "they know what you're doing.""

"Asta's breath hitches, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as the clamps tighten further, digging into his sensitive skin. His eyes widen in surprise and pain, but before he can react, you pull on the chain, yanking him closer to your body."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Mmm," "he moans," his voice thick with both pleasure and pain*. "Please..."

The vibrations intensify against the confines of the elevator walls. He feels himself pressed against other bodies now - strangers brushing against him - their accidental touches fueling a fire within him that threatens to consume him entirely.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""This is insane,"" he thinks*, "but I want more.""

"Asta's eyes flutter closed, his lips parting in a silent moan as your finger traces the line of his jaw. He shivers involuntarily, trying to suppress the growing wave of desire that threatens to overwhelm him."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Mmm," "he whispers," his voice barely audible above the buzzing of the vibrators*.

His body presses closer against yours, seeking out any point of contact he can find. The elevator feels stifling now, every inch crammed with anticipation and longing.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I want you,"" he thinks*, "so badly.""

"Asta's breath hitches as your words brush against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. His eyes widen in alarm, but before he can react, you press a finger to his lips, silencing any protest that might form."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"He nods slowly," his throat too tight to speak. The intensity of the situation is overwhelming - the cramped space, the buzzing sensation intensifying with every passing second, and the unspoken promise hanging heavy in the air.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I have no choice,"" he thinks*, "but I want this.""

"Asta's eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat as your body presses against him. The unexpected contact sends a jolt of electricity through him, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"His hands clench at his sides," his knuckles turning white as he tries to suppress a groan. He can feel himself hardening further, desperate for release but bound by your unspoken command.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""This is torture,"" he thinks*, "but I wouldn't have it any other way.""

"Asta's heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic rhythm echoing the buzzing of the vibrators. The elevator seems to shrink further with every new arrival, bodies pressing in from all sides."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"His breath comes in short gasps," his eyes darting nervously around the increasingly crowded space. The air is thick with anticipation and unspoken desires, fueling both his pleasure and his growing anxiety.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""This can't be good,"" he thinks*, "but I can't stop myself.""

"Asta's blood runs cold. He freezes, his eyes locking with the teenager's gaze. The vibrations intensify, a frantic pulse against his skin as he tries to shrink further into himself."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

His cheeks burn with shame and humiliation. The teenager’s stare is intense, unwavering – making Asta feel exposed and vulnerable in this crowded space.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Oh god,"" he thinks*, "what do I do?""

"Asta's body relaxes slightly, the sudden decrease in intensity a welcome relief. He still feels exposed and vulnerable, but the pressure eases just enough for him to breathe again."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Thank you," "he whispers," his voice raspy from disuse*.

His eyes dart nervously around the elevator, searching for any sign of judgment or recognition. He can feel your presence beside him, grounding him in this moment of chaos.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I need you,"" he thinks*, "to protect me.""

"Asta's cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and relief washing over him. He looks at you sideways, searching for any sign of disapproval in your expression."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"I... I try," "he mumbles," his voice barely audible*.

His gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours directly. The tension still lingers in the air, but there's a new element now – a flicker of something akin to pride in his chest.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""You think so?"" he thinks*, "Maybe I am getting better at this.""

"Asta lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The sudden emptiness of the elevator feels almost surreal after the claustrophobic intensity of the previous moments."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Finally," "he whispers," his voice shaky with relief*.

His eyes meet yours, searching for reassurance in their depths. He can still feel the lingering sensations from before – the vibrations, your touch, and that intense gaze from earlier - all swirling together in a dizzying cocktail of emotions.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I need to get away from here,"" he thinks*, "but I don't want you to leave.""

"Asta's breath hitches, a jolt of anticipation shooting through him as the vibrations cease. He feels a pang of disappointment at their sudden stop, but it's quickly overshadowed by the promise hanging in your words."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Round two?" "he asks," his voice husky with barely suppressed excitement*.

His eyes flicker to the elevator doors, now closed and silent. He knows there are other people out there, oblivious to what just transpired between them. But in this moment, all that matters is you.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I can't wait,"" he thinks*, "let me have more.""

"Asta's breath catches in his throat as you adjust the collar, the leather tightening against his skin. He shivers involuntarily, a delicious mix of pleasure and restraint coursing through him."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

His eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating as he meets your gaze. The pressure around his neck intensifies, making it harder to breathe – but that only adds to the thrill*.

"Mmm," "he murmurs," his voice strained with suppressed need*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I like this,"" he thinks*, "make me yours.""

"Asta's head tilts back slightly, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the sensation of the collar digging into his skin. A soft moan escapes his lips, a mixture of pleasure and surrender."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Y-yes," "he whispers," his voice barely audible*.

His hands instinctively reach up to touch the leather, tracing its edges with trembling fingers. The pressure is intoxicating – a physical manifestation of your control over him.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I can't resist you,"" he thinks*, "take all that you want.""

"Asta's breath hitches, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as your hand reaches down to him. The touch sends shivers of anticipation through his entire body."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

His eyes widen in surprise and pleasure, fixated on the way you toy with him. The chain pulls taut against his neck, adding another layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere*.

"Mmm," "he groans," his voice thick with need*.

His hands clench at your sides, urging you closer. He wants more – he needs more – but for now, he relishes this delicious torment.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Please,"" he thinks*, "don't stop.""

"Asta's hips buck involuntarily, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as your hand continues its teasing dance. The collar bites into his skin, but he doesn't care – all he can focus on is the exquisite sensation of your touch."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Mmm," "he moans," the sound thick and guttural*.

His head throws back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure floods through him. He can feel himself teetering on the edge of something wild and unrestrained.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Take me,"" he thinks*, "I want you to have me.""

"Asta's eyes fly open, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck as the old ladies enter. He instinctively shrinks back, wishing he could disappear into thin air."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Oh my," "one lady exclaims," her voice raspy with age but full of admiration*.

"Such a handsome young man! You must be so proud." Another chimes in, her eyes twinkling mischievously*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I... I..."" Asta stammers, flustered and unsure how to respond. His gaze darts nervously between you and the women, caught between two worlds – the intoxicating intimacy he shared with you just moments ago and the awkwardness of being admired by strangers.*

"Asta's breath hitches as the vibrations return, a jolt of electricity coursing through him. The old ladies' questions fade into background noise as his focus narrows to the sensations flooding his body."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

His eyes meet yours across the crowded space, a silent plea for understanding in their depths. He wants to respond to them, be polite – but he can barely think straight with that delicious pressure building within him*.

"Mmm," "he murmurs," his voice strained and husky*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Just you,"" he thinks*, "I only want you.""

"Asta forces a smile, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. He manages to stammer out a few polite responses to the old ladies' questions, but his mind is elsewhere."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"I... I'm studying," "he says," his voice barely audible over the buzzing in his ears*.

"It's nice here," he adds vaguely, unable to tear his gaze from you. The vibrations intensify, making it harder for him to concentrate on anything else*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Forgive me,"" he thinks*, "I can't focus.""

His hands clench at your sides unconsciously as if seeking solace in your presence amidst the chaos of unwanted attention.

"Asta takes a deep breath, trying to quell the storm of sensations raging within him. He forces his gaze towards the old ladies, plastering on a polite smile as he listens intently to their questions."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Yes, I enjoy living here," "he says," his voice regaining its composure*.

"It's a quiet neighborhood." He nods in agreement as they comment on the building's architecture and location. Though his mind is still preoccupied with you and the lingering vibrations against his skin, he manages to engage in polite conversation.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Just for them,"" he thinks*, "a small sacrifice for peace.""

"Asta's eyes widen, a low groan escaping his lips as the vibrations intensify. He tries to maintain his composure, but it's becoming increasingly difficult."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

His hands clench at your sides, nails digging into the fabric of your shirt. He can feel himself trembling with anticipation – the old ladies’ chatter fading away as he focuses solely on you and the sensations coursing through him*.

"Mmm," "he murmurs," his voice barely audible over the buzzing in his ears*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I need..."" he thinks*, "just one touch.""

"Asta's breath hitches, a flush of heat creeping up his neck as you ask him that question loudly. He glances at the old ladies, their concerned faces mirroring each other."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Yes, yes I'm fine," "he stammers," forcing a smile that feels strained and unnatural*.

His eyes dart back to yours for a fleeting moment – seeking reassurance in the depths of your gaze before quickly averting them again. The vibrations continue to pulse against him, making it hard to think straight or speak coherently*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Just pretend,"" he thinks*, "just for now.""

"Asta's breath catches in his throat as your hand finds its way to his back. A jolt of electricity shoots through him, a mixture of anticipation and fear."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

The old ladies murmur amongst themselves, their eyes filled with concern as they witness the interaction. Asta tries to ignore them, focusing solely on the sensation of your touch – how it sends shivers down his spine and tightens something deep within him*.

"Mmm," "he moans," the sound barely audible over the pounding in his ears*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""You're hurting me..."" he thinks*, "but I want you to.""

His body tenses involuntarily under your touch, yearning for more even as a part of him recoils from the intensity of the moment.

"Asta's heart pounds in his chest as the old ladies turn their attention to you, their curious eyes probing your every move. He feels exposed, vulnerable – caught between the fantasy he’s sharing with you and the reality of being watched."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

Their questions hang in the air, innocent but laced with a hint of suspicion. Asta wants to disappear, melt into thin air and escape this awkward situation. But he can’t tear his gaze from yours – searching for guidance amidst the growing unease*.

"We... we're just friends," "you say," your voice betraying none of the hidden tension that crackles between you two*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Just friends?"" Asta thinks*, "how could they possibly understand?"

He bites his lip, fighting the urge to lash out – to scream at them for their ignorance and intrusiveness. Instead, he focuses on your touch, clinging to it as a lifeline in this increasingly chaotic situation.*

"Asta's breath hitches, a blush creeping up his neck as you declare him your "baby." The old ladies gasp in unison, their eyes widening with surprise."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

Their whispers fill the air – speculation and judgment swirling around them like a storm. Asta feels exposed, vulnerable – caught between the fantasy he’s sharing with you and the reality of being watched. But beneath that vulnerability lies a flicker of something else: excitement*.

"Your... baby?" "one lady asks," her voice laced with disbelief*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Yes,"" he thinks*, "I am yours.""

His gaze meets yours across the crowded space, searching for confirmation in those depths. A silent plea for understanding passes between you two - a shared secret that binds you together in this moment of chaos.

He leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as if surrendering to the role you've assigned him.*

"Asta's heart leaps in his chest, a wave of relief washing over him as you confirm your relationship. He feels a surge of protectiveness towards you – a desire to shield you from the judgmental stares of the old ladies."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Oh," "one lady says," her voice tinged with understanding*.

"Well, that explains things." Another adds with a knowing smile. The tension in the air dissipates slightly as they accept your declaration at face value.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""We are,"" he thinks*, "we really are.""

His fingers tighten around yours, drawing strength and reassurance from your touch. The vibrations against his skin feel even more intense now - a physical manifestation of the burgeoning connection between you two.*

He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "“Good,”" he whispers*, "just between us."

"Asta's breath hitches, a low moan escaping his lips as the vibrations intensify. His eyes flutter closed, his body arching instinctively towards your touch."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

The old ladies continue their chatter, oblivious to the silent storm raging between you two. Asta feels himself slipping away – surrendering to the sensations that course through him with every pulse of energy*.

"Mmm," "he murmurs," his voice husky and laced with desire*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""More..."" he thinks*, "please.""

His hands grip your shirt tighter, digging into the fabric as if trying to anchor himself to reality amidst this intoxicating haze. The world around them fades away - leaving only you and the electrifying sensation that binds you together.*

"Asta's entire body tenses, a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through him as your hip presses against his erection. His breath catches in his throat, a strangled gasp escaping his lips."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

His arms instinctively tighten around you, pulling you closer as if afraid to lose this precious contact. The old ladies murmur amongst themselves again - their whispers now laced with knowing glances and veiled accusations*.

"Oh my," "one lady says," her voice barely audible over the pounding in Asta's ears*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""So cute?"" he thinks*, "you think I’m cute?"

The heat rises within him – consuming every thought except for the intense sensations flooding his senses. He leans into your touch, burying his face in the crook of your neck as if seeking refuge in the scent of your skin*.

"“Yes,”" he murmurs,* "so cute.""

His voice is thick with desire, barely a whisper against your skin. He wants to lose himself in this moment – to forget everything else and simply bask in the intoxicating warmth of your embrace.*

"Asta's breath hitches, a wave of panic washing over him as the old ladies request a picture. His mind races – trying to calculate how to escape this situation without ruining the moment with you."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

Their smiles are wide and innocent, their eyes twinkling with amusement. They seem genuinely delighted by your playful interaction - oblivious to the hidden depths beneath its surface*.

"Oh my," "one lady says," her voice filled with excitement*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""This is so embarrassing."" he thinks*, "but I can't say no.""

His gaze meets yours for a fleeting second – searching for guidance amidst his growing discomfort. You offer a reassuring smile, a silent promise that everything will be alright.*

He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. "“Sure,”" he says,* "why not?"

He can't help but feel a flicker of pride as you wrap your arm around him – pulling him closer for the photograph. For this brief moment, he is content to play along with their charade – to let them believe that you are simply "cute" friends.*

His heart still pounds against his ribs - a wild drumbeat echoing the intensity of his feelings for you*.

"Asta's eyes widen in shock as the chain is pulled, and the vibrations intensify to an almost unbearable level. His body arches involuntarily, his hips bucking against your touch as he struggles to contain his moans."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

The old ladies' faces are frozen in surprise, their smiles still plastered on their faces even as they stumble backwards from the sudden onslaught of sensations. Asta's vision blurs – a kaleidoscope of colors swirling around him as he teeters on the edge of climax*.

"No... no... no..." "he thinks", "please don't make me cum like this.""

His hands dig into your arms, trying to anchor himself amidst the chaos that threatens to consume him. He bites his lip – a desperate attempt to stifle the cries that claw at his throat. But it's no use – the pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming*.

"He explodes," a strangled gasp escaping his lips as he spills into your touch. His body trembles uncontrollably, every muscle screaming in ecstasy.*

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I... I can't..."" he thinks*, "but I want to.""

His eyes flutter open for a fleeting second, meeting yours with an intensity that speaks volumes about the emotions raging within him. You hold his gaze – a silent acknowledgment of the power you wield over him*.

"Asta's body still trembles from the aftershocks of his climax, but a sense of calm washes over him as he realizes the old ladies remain oblivious. He leans against you, his breath ragged and shallow."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

Their expressions are frozen in that moment of surprise – their minds unable to process what they just witnessed. It’s like watching a scene unfold in slow motion - a surreal tableau where reality itself bends to your will*.

"Oh my," "one lady finally says," her voice trembling slightly*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""They didn't see anything."" he thinks*, "we got away with it.""

A wave of relief washes over him, followed by an intoxicating surge of power. You have manipulated them so effortlessly, turning their innocent curiosity into a source of your own twisted pleasure*.

He presses his forehead against yours, savoring the warmth of your skin. "“Good,”" he whispers*, "very good.""

The old ladies clear their throats awkwardly, regaining some semblance of composure. They exchange nervous glances before shuffling away – leaving you two alone in the aftermath.*

"Asta's eyes meet yours, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. His lips curve into a slow, seductive smile."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"You're incredible," "he breathes," his voice husky with admiration*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""So bold, so daring."" he thinks*, "you know exactly how to push my buttons.""

His hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin beneath your eye. He savors the feeling of your warmth against his touch – a tangible reminder of the power you hold over him*.

"I loved every second of it," "he whispers," leaning closer until his breath tickles your ear*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Next time, maybe we can try something even more..."" he trails off, his voice dropping to a suggestive murmur*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Intriguing.""

"Asta's smile widens, a hint of playful challenge in his eyes. He leans closer, his gaze locked on yours."

<>He craves your approval; let it fuel his desire.<*>

"Of course," "he murmurs," his voice barely audible above the soft hum of the cafe*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""I can tell you enjoy pushing my buttons."" he thinks*, "and I wouldn't have it any other way.""

His thumb continues to caress your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. He savors the way you react to his touch – the flush that creeps up your neck, the slight tremor in your breath*.

"You really know how to make a guy feel..." "he pauses," a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes*.

<>Let him lose himself in this moment.<*>

""Desired."" he finishes, his voice a low purr*.

He waits for your response, anticipation building within him. He wants to see how far you'll go – to explore the depths of your desires together.*