[ 'Yeah well, it's not like my dick is infectious, is it.' -- is the shitty quip he'd give in return, if Sherwood's ministrations didn't have those words shriveling on his tongue.
His voice only ends up emerging as a long, low whine as Fuuta ends up squirming in Sherwood's lap when he feels that deft squeeze up his cock. It feels good, but -- not good enough. It's almost cruel how the stimulation pushes him closer, closer to that tantalizing edge, but the press of narrow fingers eases up before he can get too close; Fuuta ends up squirming sharply in Sherwood's lap, hips bucking for a moment as a hand comes to yank into the bedsheets in search of purchase.
That whispered explanation doesn't help, either. ]
You -- what?! [ A druid. A fucking 'druid.' Like in MMOs? Cue a tense little shiver as Fuuta grips a little tighter at Sherwood's forearm with his other hand. ] You're not doing anything ... dangerous then, right? If you're keeping those gloves on.
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His voice only ends up emerging as a long, low whine as Fuuta ends up squirming in Sherwood's lap when he feels that deft squeeze up his cock. It feels good, but -- not good enough. It's almost cruel how the stimulation pushes him closer, closer to that tantalizing edge, but the press of narrow fingers eases up before he can get too close; Fuuta ends up squirming sharply in Sherwood's lap, hips bucking for a moment as a hand comes to yank into the bedsheets in search of purchase.
That whispered explanation doesn't help, either. ]
You -- what?! [ A druid. A fucking 'druid.' Like in MMOs? Cue a tense little shiver as Fuuta grips a little tighter at Sherwood's forearm with his other hand. ] You're not doing anything ... dangerous then, right? If you're keeping those gloves on.