[ The feel of satin against his cock does feel ... weird. Unfamiliar. But not bad, per se. Fuuta ends up squirming at that teasing touch, lips pursed as he raises his hips a little to make it easier for Sherwood to scoot down the hem of his shorts. Just so he can get this over with sooner! That's all! Seriously!
Except then Sherwood just, like, leaves him like that for a hot second? ]
-- seriously?
[ It's mostly nerves that have him awkwardly shifting his weight, though the result is all the same: he ends up grinding back a little against Sherwood's groin. Punctuated by a hard flinch when the sudden chill of lube slicks down his length, lighting up his nerves. ]
You're -- [ His words cut off with a hiss as long fingers clasp around him, and Fuuta needs to take a deep breath to try and keep his voice level, if a touch guttural and strained. ] -- you're gonna keep those gloves on? [ It's hard, though. The pressure already feels exquisite, as does the unfamiliar texture of slick, damp fabric. ] 'm not dirty or anything ...
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Except then Sherwood just, like, leaves him like that for a hot second? ]
-- seriously?
[ It's mostly nerves that have him awkwardly shifting his weight, though the result is all the same: he ends up grinding back a little against Sherwood's groin. Punctuated by a hard flinch when the sudden chill of lube slicks down his length, lighting up his nerves. ]
You're -- [ His words cut off with a hiss as long fingers clasp around him, and Fuuta needs to take a deep breath to try and keep his voice level, if a touch guttural and strained. ] -- you're gonna keep those gloves on? [ It's hard, though. The pressure already feels exquisite, as does the unfamiliar texture of slick, damp fabric. ] 'm not dirty or anything ...