#sub!geto

''Sigh.'' Your husband waddled into you guys' shared room, a huge pout displayed on his face, arms folded just a little over the curve of his belly. He stood right next to you, waiting for you to look up at him. But you didn't. He wasn't even sure if you heard him through those thick headphones of yours. You were so immersed in your game, that you hadn't even noticed him standing next to you. His pout grew into him glaring at you. ''I said sigh.'' He repeated.

That is what caught your attention. This time you heard him and were a little startled when you looked to the side and your husband was standing right next to you. Glaring. You gasped, taking your headphones off immediately. ''I'm going to hop off the game, I think I'm in trouble.'' You spoke, turning your PC off. You turned to him, raising your eyebrows expectantly. ''What's up, princess?''

He sighed, hands falling to his waist now. He looked mad. He took a deep breath and started ranting about his day. It was exhausting and everyone and everything was getting on his last nerve. Starting with him wanting to move more and deciding to go on a walk before running some errands and one streetlight taking way too long.

When he finally got to your favourite bakery in town, which took him much longer than it would have a few months ago due to his situation', he was out of breath and ready to go home. Upon arrival, they did not have his favourite milk bread and it took everything in him to break down crying in said moment. Other than that, his day didn't go as well as he expected.

When his shoelace untied itself and he couldn’t bend down to tie it again, he finally lost it. That was his last straw for the day. But a kind stranger helped him tie his shoelace, which was probably the highlight of his day. He didn't even want to walk home after that. He had a taxi drop him off at home. By the end of him telling the story, he was crying hysterically, crying about how horrible his day was.

You, of course, felt bad for him. ''But baby,'' you started, reaching out to grab one of his arms, pulling him in between your legs slowly. ''Why didn't you call me?'' Your hand wandered down his arm, right up to his hand, raising it to press a soft kiss to his palm.

He sniffled, using his other hand to wipe his tears away. He was feeling ridiculous now. ''I-I don't know.''

You sighed, letting go of him before opening your arms wide. '''Wanna cuddle to calm you down?'' He nodded, straddling your lap immediately, burying his face into the crook of your neck. ''Just like that.'' He let out a breath of relief as you felt him let go in your arms. You pressed soft kisses to his head and neck, rubbing his back soothingly. ''There, there'' you hummed when he stopped crying.

You sat there for a moment in complete silence as his sobs died down slowly and you kept one tracing circles into his back as he moved to wrap his arms around your neck. ''Do you feel better now, sweetheart?''

Hesitantly, he nodded leaning back to look at you now. ''Hungry.''

''You're hungry?''

''Mhm.'' He nodded once again. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, asking him what he was in the mood for. And once he had decided on what he wanted to eat, you were up and busy in the kitchen. He sat right behind you on the kitchen counter, legs dangling, munching on a little snack as he waited for you to finish cooking. He looked so cute, wearing your oversized shirt that was riding up his plump belly as he leaned back on one arm. He looked so pretty like that. You wanted to take him on the counter right now.

And he was just so oblivious, wrapping his lips around the ice cream cone he was sucking on, slurping like it was his last day on earth. The soft ice cream dripping down to his chin? He licked it all up, and took it like a good boy.

Fuck, you were so hard but you couldn't let him know. Not until you had fed him and your child some real food.

''Please hurry...'' He whined.

''Are you that hungry?''

''Mhm!'' He nodded, now done with the ice cream. You were just about to laugh at how cute he was when he scooped up a little ice cream from the corner of his mouth, using his finger before licking it up and looking at you with big eyes. ''I want it so badly.''

Yup, your dick was standing at attention right now. Fully bricked. You were sure you weren't even that hard the night you conceived that child. Your breath hitched and you turned away from him immediately.

''Are you okay, sweetheart?'' He asked innocently, tilting his head to the side. ''Is something wrong?''

You shook your head no, telling him the food would be ready in a minute and he could already go sit at the dining table. You'd bring him his plate and cutlery like always. He shrugged, getting off the counter carefully, seeing as you had scolded him a few times for jumping off while pregnant. He made his way to the dining room and you tried thinking of anything to get your bones to go down. But nothing helped.

So instead, you tried hiding it from him. Which was going to be hard, seeing as he knew you better than he knew the backside of his hand. You plaited his food and rushed over to him nervously, setting his food down while trying to hide your hard problem. He narrowed his eyes at you, sensing something suspicious was going on after you kissed his cheek, muttering a low ''Enjoy!'' Before running off.

''Y/n L/n, where do you think you're going?'' You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him slowly. Well, you couldn't tell him you were going to rub one out in the bathroom real quick, and you couldn't come up with an excuse that was better any. ''I'm going to... Smoke.''

''You don't smoke.'' He retorted, putting down his fork. ''Is everything okay?'' He sounded genuinely concerned. ''Do you not want to have lunch with me?'' His eyes welled up, filling with tears instantly as you rushed over to him, trying to stop the tears from falling.

''No. Honey, no. Don't cry, it's not like-''

''You're hard.'' He grinned, and suddenly his tears were gone.

''You... Tricked me!''

''I told you I'm a great actor.'' He smirked, picking his fork back up, and digging into the food. ''Sit down and eat first. If you behave, I'll take care of you after.'' And immediately, you were seated like a dog. That was all it took for you. He laughed as you started digging into your food immediately.

But the more time passed, the more pent up you were, and the more your husband was driving you crazy. And I mean absolutely nuts. Had he always been this beautiful? Well, yes. But today it felt like you were being tortured. Forced to sit still while some sex demon was torturing you. And you knew what he was doing, teasing you. When he let out a moan, telling you how good the food was, you were done for. All restraint? Gone.

''Alright, that's it.''

He looked surprised when you got to your feet and stopped him while his fork was halfway to his mouth. You crawled underneath the table while he asked you what you were doing. Before he knew it, you were in between his legs. And before he could say anything, you ripped his boxers off. You were so horny and he was pissing you off.

''What are you-'' He cut himself off, breath hitching as your mouth was on his dick. You went right to work, slurping and sucking as his eyes rolled back into his head. It didn't take long for him to grab at your head trying to push you away. You hadn't sucked him off in a while which meant he was close to cumming almost immediately. He let go of your head, gripping at the edges of the table as he let out a high-pitched whimper that went straight to your dick, having you leaking and twitching.

''W-Wait! Too m-much!'' He squealed while simultaneously wrapping his legs around your head. You could feel him twitching in your mouth as his hips twitched, trying to deal with the pleasure. He let out a desperate cry before hiccuping a little as he gripped the table tightly. ''I'm going to-'' He couldn't even finish his sentence before he came down your throat, shuddering as he tried pushing you away.

He thought you were done with him. But he deserved more than a punishment for putting you through that torture. You pushed his legs up as far as they could without disturbing his belly, telling him to hold them there and not let them go. He looked at you with teary eyes, holding his legs and spreading them apart.

His hole was leaking, waiting for you to do something about it. Your tongue was inside him before he knew it and you started eating him out messily. Your whole chin was wet and he was a crying mess as he looked down at you with glassy, hazy eyes while you looked up at him, swallowing his slick.

''No-No more!'' He sobbed, trying to push your face away but grabbed his thighs, pulling him back to your mouth, which made him whimper. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his breath hitched as he went quiet. His eyes literally crossed and you couldn't help but laugh at the adorable state he was in. That's when he came again, twitching, soft dick squirting cum all over his shirt and his face as needy whimpers left his mouth. You let go of him as he slumped in the chair and you licked up the cum stains on his face. He looked so fucking pretty.

You were back on your feet wanting to grab a towel to clean him up, but he grabbed your wrist, getting on his knees carefully as he pulled down your pants. That alone could have made you bust a nut on sight. He stroked your pulsing dick a few times, looking up at you with those big, hazy, teary eyes as he licked up a vein, following it from the base up to the tip, before circling it with his tongue. Your breath hitched as you grabbed a fist full of his hair and he smiled up at you, letting go of your dick.

You knew that look. Fuck, he was such a slut. His hands rested neatly on his thighs as he opened his mouth. ''You still got it in you? Think you can take it?'' He nodded shyly as you slapped your dick against his tongue. ''Open wide.'' He complied, opening his mouth further as you pushed in slowly.

His eyes welled up with tears immediately and you smiled. He looked so cute stuffed full with your dick. ''Mmm, such a good slut taking me like this. Your throat is so warm.'' You chuckled, pulling out before slowly shoving back in again. ''You've missed me fucking this throat, huh?'' He nodded right before gagging on it. You gasped, pulling out immediately as he coughed, wiping the spit off his mouth.

''Why-Why'd you pull out?'' He muttered as he looked away from you. He looked way too annoyed for the situation he found himself in. He reached his hands out stroking your length and looking up to you with big eyes. ''Put it back in.'' He opened his mouth wide again, and that alone had you twitching.

You grabbed at his hair again, steadying him and his hands fell back into his lap as you pushed in again. This time you were rough, holding his head in place and thrusting up and down his throat. Tears streamed down his face, but you were concentrating on not cumming immediately. You bit down on your lower lip, throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

Now, you used both of your hands to push him onto you in the same rhythm as your hips snapped against his mouth. ''F-Fuck, you're going to make me-'' You cut yourself off with a moan, stilling your hips as you were all the way down his throat. ''Oh, fuck-'' You pulled out stroking it as you came all over his face. He looked so pretty with your cum all over his face. He giggled when you leaned down to kiss him.

''Let's go wash up.''

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“So you don’t want me to ride you, okay then,” you taunt, getting away from him. Geto’s large hands grab your hips and pull you back down and you’re sitting on his stomach, his dark happy trail scruffing against your slick cunt. 

“No-o! Don’t go,” your boyfriend pants, his face turning redder by the moment.

“You’re forgetting your manners, Sugu,” you coo with a strict face.

“Don’t go, please,” He says, his already fucked out face tempting you. Has he gotten his fucked out just by me sitting on his face? His messy hair only adds to his charm, tied up to keep it away from being pulled by your knees on either side of his head.

“Aw, I don’t know, ” you pull his hair out of the messy bun, playing with it as you pretend to think. “You hadn’t been the most welcoming of this.”

“You promise-” You flick his nipple, and his words turn into a quiet gasp. You love the sound of his voice, especially now that he is so needy. You wonder if he knew you’d like this too much, which is why he wasn’t letting you top him - until now. “My love, please,”

“Do you really want it that bad, baby?” you tease. “I can’t hear you clearly.”

“Please, please, please,” he pleads, a pout on his face and pretty eyes staring right up at you. “My love, please.”

“Please what, Suguru?” you say, seeing why Suguru enjoys topping you so much. It’s so hot to see him begging you to give him relief, to see him looked fucked out because of you - it’s turning you on even more than you already were. Hearing him beg for you to sit on his face had been great, but this was better.

“Please ride me, my love,” he begs, a crease forming between his usually relaxed brows. He looks so beautiful like this - hair messy and flushed face looking fucked out - his nose, and chin glisten from your slick, lips swollen from how he had been making out with your cunt. “Please, use me for you pleasure,”

“Aw, do you really want me so bad?” You tease, and he nods furiously with the adorable pout on his face. Was he afraid of how much he’d enjoy this?

You finally put his suffering to an end, taking his cock and pushing it into your wet cunt, gasping at the full feeling even just the tip of his pretty cock brought. Even with your orgasm not so long ago, you have to be slow in sinking down, giving yourself time to adjust to his size. You force your eyes to stay open, watching how Suguru’s pretty face looks with his mouth hung open in a silent oh and eyes squeezed shut in bliss. The rise and fall of his chest is temptation incarnate - you pinch his nipple in one hand and nibble on the other, and the moan you receive in response is one that you will never forget.

You’re still for a while, and the flushed Suguru finally opens his pretty eyes to look at you, sitting prettily on his cock, a feline grin on your face. You lean down, breasts brushing against his chest as you plant kisses on his neck and jaw, nipping here and there. “Aww, you pretty baby,” you coo, enjoying teasing him. His grip on your hips tighten - you wonder how long he will hold himself back from all of your teasing. You grind your hips in a back and forth motion, and his groan goes right from your ear to your cunt, clenching around him deliciously.

“Stop teasing me,” he whimpers, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, poor baby,” you tease, “Is it not fun to be teased?”

He pouts, whimpering again when you clench around him, slick and pre gathering at the base of his cock. His pretty eyes fly between your eyes and your cunt swallowing him whole, unable to decide where to look at. Suguru looks so cute - you can’t help but kiss him, a kiss which he fervently returns. You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at it just the way he likes it. With your other hand, you move his hands to your ass, loving the way he plays with your flesh.

Suguru lets out a sound - downright a growl as you give him the freedom to knead your ass, and he does - he plays with it so good you almost let up your control.

“Mo-oove, please,” he pleads, neck and face a lovely shade of red. 

“Pretty please?,” you tease, 

“Pretty please, my love,” he relents, giving you puppy eyes that you didn’t know he was capable of. The sight of it is so beautiful you involuntarily give in, and start finding your pace on top of him. Your head falls back once you find the right pace and rhythm, feeling his mushroom tip hit against your sweet spot just the right way, still sensitive from your previous high. It’s mind numbing, but you force yourself to look down at your boyfriend, giving him your best sultry eyes.

He’s lost in his own world, gasping and whimpering at your pace, which bullies his cock just right, your weight on him as you use him to your pleasure, the way your delicious body moves against him, the wet squelch coming from where the two of you were connected, it’s all too much, and the only thing holding him back is the flesh of your ass in his big hands.

His brain short circuits when you move your hands to this throat from his chest, squeezing his neck just enough to make breathing a little difficult, the way your cunt presses against his pubic bone, swallowing him whole - it’s electrifying, setting his nerves on fire, and he can’t help but plead, “please, please, please” he don’t know what he is pleading for, but you do - and when your movement quickens, and your left hand leaves his neck to play with your tits.

He knew it would be too much for him, too much for him to see you lose your mind while riding him, using him as nothing but a means of your pleasure. It’s dizzying, but he forces his eyes to stay open, to drink in the sight of you, but all that does is make the knot in his stomach tighten. You’re like a goddess of the heavens blessing a mere earthling like him with your magnificent body. The pace of your hips stutters a bit and you clench around him - both his dick and the hand on his neck squeezing it tighter.

“I’m close,” he whimpers, the knot in his stomach threatening to snap.

“Cum baby, come for me,” you look down at him, hair messy, lips bitten raw and red, eyes ready to combust him on the spot.

As if on cue, the knot in his stomach snaps, and he releases inside of your snug walls, your slick and his cum slipping out as you don’t relent on your pace, continuing to use him to chase your second high. He nearly curls onto himself as the overstimulation kicks in, your walls gripping his sensitive cock like a vice and your hands on his chest, playing with his very sensitive nipples.

You continue the sweet torture through his pleas and gasps, not stopping till you reach your own second high, walls getting impossibly tighter around his cock, his whimpers push you over the edge, and you have no thoughts in your head save for calls of his name. You back arches, pushing your clit just right against his pubic bone, you cry out his name as you slow down the motion of your hips, thoroughly exhausted and ready to drop.

“You did so good for me, baby,” you force yourself to remain sitting, gently cradling a twitching Suguru’s head in your hand. You run your hands through his silky hair and kiss him on the forehead, waiting for his overstimulation to die down before getting off him.

You drop next to him on the bed, and he is quick to pull you into his embrace, still sounding out of breath as he says, “I think you killed me a little, pretty girl.”

You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose, and he returns the affection, kissing all over your face and barely letting you speak. “And I am unable to feel my legs,”

“I’ll clean you up in a bit,” he promises, snuggling closer to you, nose buried in your neck. “You know what, we should do this more often,”

“Of course,” you say, giggling. “You were the one who was so adamantly  against it, not me!”

“And you’ve taught me my lesson, pretty girl,” he relents, purring in your ear. “I’d let you use me anytime,”

“Stop saying things like that, I’m enjoying this way too much,” you giggle, caressing his back. Both your hair is a mess, but you are too exhausted to do anything but sleep. You’ll worry about your sweaty hair later.

“Love you so much, pretty girl,” his smooth voice whispers. “You’re so perfect,”

“Love you too, baby,” you whisper to him, already feeling the embrace of sleep.

"Mm-mph," the sound, short and muffled, echoes of the walls of the abandoned classroom.

Okay, it's definitely not abandoned and you're definitely doing this on some poor first-year's desk, but for all intents and purposes, it's abandoned now. At the perfect time too: right when you decided to pull your brooding boyfriend from his friends and into here.

Said boyfriend is knelt between your legs where you're perched on the edge of a student's desk. Suguru's dark hair is swept back in a loose bun, pale skin flushed red as he looks between your legs.

Poor thing, you can practically see him drooling.

"What was that?" You cup a hand around your ear, mocking. "Speak up honey, can't quite hear you." You grin down at Suguru, who looks up at you pitifully, moans muffled by the hand clapped over his mouth. His other hand grips your thigh, bared where your skirt is hitched around your hips.

Suguru moans again and your smile grows wider.

"Y'know, you're going to have to get rid of that hand at some point. Otherwise," you pout and spread your legs, pleased at how Suguru's eyes widen, "you're going to miss your meal."

Suguru's eyes flutter closed and he goes lax where he sits, allowing you to wrap one leg around his shoulders, using it to pull him closer to where heat radiates from your center.

He opens his eyes, eyes latched onto where your panties are soaked, fabric clinging and nearly transparent.

Leaning in, he drops his hand to the desk, balancing himself as he presses his nose into your clothed clit. He inhales the scent of you greedily, mouth dropping open and mouthing vaguely at your pussy over your underwear.

Suguru flicks his eyes up to yours, and he says, mouthing the words against you and making you shiver, "But...what if they hear?" His eyes flick pointedly to the closed classroom door. On the other side of it, you can hear Satoru and Shoko thumping down the hall, done with training but still wandering the school's empty halls.

You lean down, tracing Suguru's cheek with one hand.

"Suguru...they probably already know exactly why we're in here."

Scratch that, they definitely know why you're in here. Gojo had wolf-whistled as you pulled Suguru away and Shoko had rolled her eyes, miming a gag as you stuck out your tongue and tugged your boyfriend away.

After all, who could blame you? One look at his tall figure, uniform hanging from his lean body, loping through the halls and you needed to have him, here, now.

Suguru blushes beneath you, a funny picture against his position, pressed nose-first to your pussy, hands gripping your thigh and the desk below you.

"Anyway baby, the longer you take, the more suspicious they'd get," you tease, hand now cupped around the back of his head, pulling him incrementally closer.

"So," you inch forward, pressing his mouth further into you, making you arch back with a sigh:

"You better get started."

Suguru sighs, rolling his eyes, and you almost reprimand him, opening your mouth. But it shuts immediately the the way he brings his hand from the desk to your panties, pulling them to side and revealing your glistening pussy. The fabric clings to you and Suguru moans, transfixed by the way your juices drip down your lips.

He marvels for a minute as his hand squeezes against your thigh. You dig your heel into his back, rousing him. The feel of his hot breath where you're most sensitive is a tease, whether he means it or not.

Suguru groans at the feeling and takes the incentive to push into your pussy, tongue immediately laving over your folds, making you tilt back as a low moan leaves you.

Suguru immediately glances up at you, eyes wide and alarmed, but he keeps his mouth on you. He laps at your leaking pussy, drinking down your juices as his nose brushes against your sensitive clit, making you squirm in your seat on the desk.

"Hah, Suguru, so," you pause, trying to muffle the groan that leaves you as he licks into your hole, eyes rolling back as he eats you out like a starved man. "So...so good baby, so, mmm, so good for me."

He whines into you at that and you feel his whole body jolt. You look down and a gasp leaves you at the sight in front of you.

Your boyfriend, red and buried between your legs, is grinding into nothing, pushing his hips into the air in a desperate attempt to get friction, any friction, against his clothed cock.

You raise your hand, digging your nails into the base of his bun and tugging sharply.

"Aah, a-hh, baby, please, please, please," Suguru mumbles into your pussy, nuzzling into you, inadvertently dragging himself away from your hole and up to your clit.

Your breath hitches and you tug harder at him, wrapping your free leg around him too so he's pulled flush against you. He gets the hint and pushes forward, swiping his tongue across your clit. You rock your hips into his mouth, crying out as he groans into you before suctioning his lips around your clit and sucking, hard.

"Oh baby, Suguru, doing so perfect, making me feel so good honey, so good." You're babbling at this point, any pretense of composure left behind now.

Your thighs tighten around him and you feel him trying to move in your grip, hips still rocking into nothing.

The sight, combined with the way he tightens his mouth around your clit before using his tongue to swipe at the wetness seeping from your hole, means the heat in your belly is rising steadily. You bite back a moan, instead grabbing at his hair with both hands and making it fall loose from its tie, using it to push and pull him where you need him.

Suguru closes his eyes, whimpering at the way you're now riding his face, hips grinding on his mouth ruthlessly and slicking his chin in your juices. His hips jerk up once, twice, before his breath hitches, then cracks on a moan, too loud to be muffled by your pussy no matter how hard you pull him in.

You hear something drop outside, followed by twin gasps.

You could probably place it as Gojo's cell, if you weren't so distracted by the way Suguru's eyes widen, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment, but it's too late.

His mouth is already widening into another moan as you tighten around his tongue, on the cusp of orgasm, and the feeling, combined with the way his hard cock is stretching against the fabric of his pants and your nails digging into his scalp as you yank at his hair, is what sends your pretty boyfriend over the edge.

He moans, pitched high and almost whining, and jolts his hips up one last time. His cock squirts inside his pants, covering his cock and the fabric in his come.

The sight of the spreading stain on his pants is what drags you to over the edge, stomach tightening and hips shoving into Suguru's mouth as you come over his mouth and chin.

His eyes, half-opened and blissed out, flutter at the feeling of you dripping over his face, the taste of you on his tongue. Suguru works through the haze of his orgasm, whimpering from overstimulation as his hips continuing jerking into the air, to guide you through your orgasm. He lets you ride it out against his panting mouth,

"Thank you, thank you, so pretty baby, thank you for the meal," he mumbles into your pussy, licking over it sloppily as the aftershocks fade from your body.

You laugh breathlessly and gently card your hands through his loose hair. You use it to pull him up to your level, gleefully taking in his flushed, sweating face, the outline of his not-quite-soft cock against the wet spot in his trousers. He blushes as he sees where your eyes have drifted and inches his hands forward to cover himself.

You tut and bring one hand down to swat at him.

"Nuh-uh Suguru. Let me see you baby, let me see the mess you made." You continue your soft touch against his hair, but your smirk is anything but comforting.

He groans. "[Name]-"

Suguru cuts himself off on a gasp as he feels your hand squeeze against his softened cock. You grin at him.

"So wet, Suguru. All this just for me?" Suguru whines at your words, bucking into your touch once before a knock on the door startles the two of you out of your positions. He jolts back, hands covering him again, as Shoko's voice breaks through the silence.

"So, are you guys done yet? Gojo's hungry and he's getting pissy."

You can hear the eyeroll through her words and laugh quietly, calling back, "Yeah, yeah, we'll be out in a sec. Just had to talk about...training."

Suguru winces at your poor excuse, but you can't help the giggle that leaves you Shoko's scoff, hearing it through the door.

"Some training," you hear her mutter before Gojo cuts in, throwing his body against the door in his dramatics.

"Gu-uys, come onnnnn. Time is money and money is food. Get your dick put away Suguru and come out to eat with us and [Name]."

Suguru groans and drags one hand down his face.

All you can do is chuckle, calling out, "Satoru, quiet," before wrapping your hand in your boyfriend's hair and pulling him close.

"How are we going to tell them you already ate, hm, Suguru?" You pull him into a warm kiss before he can answer, but you can hear the groan he lets out against your lips at your joke.

The way he smiles against your lips though?

You might have to ditch Satoru and Shoko -- you already have the thing you're craving right here.

Anon....you are revolutionary 😭😭

Sitting on his lap while doing his makeup, his hands on either one of your hips, your eyebrows are knitted in concentration and it just further arouses him and you can feel his bulge against the curve of your ass, you learn that gentleness won't take you far with Suguru, he likes when you're firm, when you're assertive, maybe that's why he hasn't moved an inch since you gripped his hair, apple's adam bobbing, his breath hitches whenever your grip tightens, and yet he doesn't complain, how odd.

Cockwarming, hair pulling ,sub! suguru

OR!!!!

He's lying down on his back while you straddle him, your hands concentrated on painting his lips, when a warm hand slides down your shirt to gently squeeze your side, you get a smug smirk in exchange for the glare you shot him. He's testing your limits, that won't do, will it? Maybe sitting on dick for a few hours until you finish working on him will get him to be still enough? No harm in trying.

OR!!