[ He only gasps, soft beneath his breath, because of her touch. Not for the location of it all. Arching his back momentarily, when he relaxes against her again, his legs spread out beneath the table some more to grant Ayaka further access. The way in which she was rubbing the head of his exposed cock was ticklish at first, his member sensitive as a wave of pleasure courses through his loins. But it's when she starts stroking him that she'll really get a feel for him pulsing, thickening up and stiffening in her hand. ]

Wouldn't even need to ask me once anywhere else.

[ Anywhere else that was private, he means. ...just thinking of what happened the night before has him sighing more heated, color creeping to his face more when she thinks to ask about how to use the table.

He hums...but it comes off as a moan when she pumps him, precum already starting to dribble down the length of his measure, slippery between her fingers. But fuck it. No one can hear them. Or see them. She's in the middle of giving him a handjob. He steels away his nerves. No one else. Just Ayaka. Just Ayaka. ]

Feels like we'd break the table if we both got on it...

[ Oh yeah. There's a visual. Ayaka getting pressed into the table, legs spread and her insides getting plowed before the table suddenly snaps. ]

How do you want me to take you over it?

[ Oh no... You two are so adorable, trying to figure this out. But any answer Ayaka gives was just going to make his cock get harder and hotter beneath her hand. ]