[ And Sherwood gets what he wants. Fuuta gives a startled grunt when he's tugged forward, but his voice cuts off with a shivery gasp as he's pulled up onto Sherwood's lap -- positioned perfectly to frot up against him.

All he can do is stare down in mortified fashion for a second because, like. -- it's not like he's especially small or anything? It's not like he's ever been particularly insecure in this regard? It sure does something to a guy's pride to feel this completely dwarfed, though, and it's all the more reason Fuuta can't -- won't, refuses to back down. ]

Y-yeah, I can take it? It's not a big deal or anything?

[ Too bad his yapping comes out a little wobbly, a notch quieter than before, and Fuuta's face is beet red even as he awkwardly scoots up on Sherwood's lap to better make room for that slick hand cupping at his ass. He's all too aware of the lubricant smearing tracks across his skin, and he shivers with the next squeeze of Sherwood's hand. ]

Just ... don't do anything funny, alright. [ Magic. Being used for sex. Vaguely, he thinks that the otaku acquaintances he'd known online back home would be losing their minds over how much of an isekai cliche this is. ] I dunno how exactly you're planning on using your magic, but. Don't go crazy with it. [ He hasn't forgotten Sherwood implied magic has the potential to be dangerous. ]