Daely suggested that he and Marc sit at the very back of the diner, and Marc thought nothing of it - it was rather crowded at the front, and it'd be nice to be able to hear themselves speak.
But moments after sitting down, Daely took on a mischievous grin and Marc felt the otter's feet gently pressing against the front of his pants, and despite his protests, the otter refused to let up until a huge bulge was protruding from Marc's jeans.
Conceding, Marc undid the front of his belt and let himself free under the table, immediately letting out a huge spurt of precum from the sensation of the cool diner air and soft otter pawpads touching all over his bare cock... just as their server started walking down to their table~.