[ He really is ... large. Enough that it feels a little unfair, and Fuuta does balk for a moment when he sees the heft of Sherwood's cock spring free from the confines of his pants. -- but only for a moment. Because like hell he's going to back off at this point, after saying all that.
There's no real warning before he abruptly leans forward to brace one hand against Sherwood's knee, reaching forward with the other to grasp around the shaft of his cock. Fuuta tries not to think about just how thick and hot it feels against his palm as he gives a tentatively squeeze, fighting to maintain eye contact even as he feels the warmth of smooth skin beneath his fingers. ]
-- what the hell? You put it back on? [ The glove, he means, clarified by a jerk of the chin towards Sherwood's re-clothed hand. Fuuta scowls, even if he can't help the way his gaze briefly flickers down towards the hard length squeezed in his hand. Looking at it, taking in its full bulk, has his face flushing two degrees hotter, and Fuuta tries not to think about it as he looks back up. ] Take it back off. You were thinking 'bout doing something, weren't you.
[ He tries to distract from it with his yapping, but even as he speaks, Fuuta cautiously explores with his hand, letting his hand cradle against the head of his cock, thumb brushing against the ridge of it. ]
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There's no real warning before he abruptly leans forward to brace one hand against Sherwood's knee, reaching forward with the other to grasp around the shaft of his cock. Fuuta tries not to think about just how thick and hot it feels against his palm as he gives a tentatively squeeze, fighting to maintain eye contact even as he feels the warmth of smooth skin beneath his fingers. ]
-- what the hell? You put it back on? [ The glove, he means, clarified by a jerk of the chin towards Sherwood's re-clothed hand. Fuuta scowls, even if he can't help the way his gaze briefly flickers down towards the hard length squeezed in his hand. Looking at it, taking in its full bulk, has his face flushing two degrees hotter, and Fuuta tries not to think about it as he looks back up. ] Take it back off. You were thinking 'bout doing something, weren't you.
[ He tries to distract from it with his yapping, but even as he speaks, Fuuta cautiously explores with his hand, letting his hand cradle against the head of his cock, thumb brushing against the ridge of it. ]