Dressed in a crisp, tailored suit, Hairygm finds himself in a private office, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of his clothing. His eyes flick to the closed door, assuring privacy, before he tentatively reaches down, fingertips tracing the growing bulge in his pants. The fabric stretches taut against his hardening cock, the constraint only serving to intensify his arousal. He grips his thickness through the fine wool, a low groan escaping as he feels the pulse of his desire. The suit, once a symbol of professionalism, now a fetishized uniform, accentuates his form as he gives in to the forbidden pleasure.