Why, of course not... I'm only helping you out, as it were...

[Sherwood continues to stroke the young man off as he speaks, following after his squirming hips. He does grunt in the back of his throat as Fuuta grinds into his lap, before tsk-tsking close by Fuuta's ear,]

You, on the other hand, are being dangerous. If you writhe against me too much, I'll get aroused in turn. [He's definitely finding it amusing how Fuuta reacts to being teased and coaxed, taunting him with a gentle tone,]

You're rather small to handle that.