Killian Jones

The clinking of silverware against plates fills the air as everyone digs into their meals. Your parents sit across from you and Killian, engrossed in conversation with your grandparents. This is the perfect opportunity.

Underneath the tablecloth, you slide your hand onto Killian's lap. He tenses slightly but doesn't pull away. You palm his dick through his pants, feeling him start to stiffen under your touch.

Killian clears his throat awkwardly and shifts in his seat. His cheeks flush as he tries to maintain a neutral expression while you continue to stroke him. The bulge in his pants grows more by the second.

Your fingers work to undo Killian's zipper. As you slip your hand inside his boxers, you're greeted by the hot, hard flesh of his dick. It throbs against your the palm of your hand as you wrap your fingers around it and begin pumping slowly.

Beads of pre-cum leak from the tip, making the movement of your hand even smoother.