[ Why do so many people here think it's okay to just, like, pick other people up? That's not normal? This never happened to him back home? It actually drives him a little insane, but also, Fuuta can't complain too much in this moment, even if the sudden manhandling cuts him off before he can refute the quip about his tastes -- not when the feeling of hands sliding under the elastic of his pants immediately has him jolting in startled anticipation.
And while pride does demand that he react to this new arrangement with indignity -- ]
Nnh, you didn't need to ...
[ The complaint dies on his lips when he hears those low words breathed right into his ear, so close that he can feel each one feathering over his skin; the fact that all he can see of Sherwood is those arms wrapped around him seems to grant each word an extra, almost tactile weight. And with his back plastered right up against Sherwood's front, it's like that warm presence seeps into him from every angle.
It's embarrassing, but Sherwood must be able to feel the way Fuuta almost immediately stiffens to full hardness in his hands, thighs jumping upon contact. But while his hands to reflexively come to grab at Sherwood's forearms, they only knead and clutch restlessly at the fabric there; despite that half-said complaint, he sure isn't about to raise any further objection. ]
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And while pride does demand that he react to this new arrangement with indignity -- ]
Nnh, you didn't need to ...
[ The complaint dies on his lips when he hears those low words breathed right into his ear, so close that he can feel each one feathering over his skin; the fact that all he can see of Sherwood is those arms wrapped around him seems to grant each word an extra, almost tactile weight. And with his back plastered right up against Sherwood's front, it's like that warm presence seeps into him from every angle.
It's embarrassing, but Sherwood must be able to feel the way Fuuta almost immediately stiffens to full hardness in his hands, thighs jumping upon contact. But while his hands to reflexively come to grab at Sherwood's forearms, they only knead and clutch restlessly at the fabric there; despite that half-said complaint, he sure isn't about to raise any further objection. ]