His eyes locked onto the movement underneath the desk, as if they were drawn to it by some invisible force. His heart raced even faster, his palms grew sweaty with anticipation. He licked his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from what Charles was doing. Finally, he whispered hoarsely, "Can I see?"

He glances down again, unable to resist the urge. His breath hitches as he sees what Charles is doing under there - his hand moving rhythmically against his own crotch, fingers curled into a fist as if massaging himself through his pants. The sight makes Jonas's heart race even faster and moisture pools between his legs. Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he whispers hoarsely: "Can I touch?"