God, it hurts. But in a good way that settles in his groin. CK follows suit, sitting in the seat across from him, picking up his fork to push his noodles around a bit before eating a bite.

He can hardly taste them, so focused on Luca across the table, and the growing pressure of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

"...do you touch yourself at work?" He asks, voice low. "Watching me? Under your desk, your car, the bathroom?" The thought gives him chills. Excites him. Makes him wonder if he has a hold on Luca the way the older man has a hold on him. "Even if you might get caught?"