The bristling is relatively silent, but it's visible as an irritated grimace of a grin twitches at the corner of Gen's mouth at the suggestion that he was, in fact, presenting himself for Hank. He can behave himself for now though, planning on getting a little petty revenge with this next move while Hank unbuttons his shirt, maybe a little twist involved in the fondling.

But then the man has to go and make that comment a second time, and something in him snaps just a little.

The initial plan was to barely fondle before twisting like a shitty kid bullying on the playground, but now he has to win. He needs to absolutely embarrass this man.

So with Hank making himself nice and comfortable with his legs stretched out on the table, Gen swings one of his own legs over Hank's, straddling him for just one second, before sitting down heavily right in his lap. He himself is not exactly the heaviest guy in the world, but he tries to put a little force in there to make it slightly uncomfortable at first as he makes himself right at home, warm palms immediately resting against the other man's chest.

"Since you're that desperate for it."

At no point did Hank even remotely suggest that he was, but Gen's breezing along anyways, hands sliding down to rest underneath Hank's chest, thumbs reaching up to rub lightly across Hank's nipples, actually bothering to play the game right in a bid to pull some sort of response out of Hank.

"And since you insisted on presenting for me."