[ Fortunately for both of them, there are no thorns to be found when their lips meet. There's only a strange, floral aftertaste lingering from those coughed-up flower petals -- something Sherwood will get a good taste of when Fuuta returns the kiss, the touch of his tongue clumsy, but eager.
It's only when his lungs start feeling tight that Fuuta pulls back from the kiss, catching his breath in raspy huffs as he meets Sherwood's gaze. Weird how that touch at his chin shouldn't make him feel anything, but ... sitting in Sherwood's lap, feeling the heft of that huge cock pressed up against his, he's so hard it's almost starting to ache a little. ]
S'not like I mind kissing, but -- get on with it already, old man.
[ He tries so hard to sound matter-of-fact, like he just wants to get this 'challenge' over and done with. But it's painfully obvious that Fuuta's just starting to feel antsy, now that he's been worked up to this extent. Kisses alone just get his blood running hotter; he wants to be touched. Now. ]
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It's only when his lungs start feeling tight that Fuuta pulls back from the kiss, catching his breath in raspy huffs as he meets Sherwood's gaze. Weird how that touch at his chin shouldn't make him feel anything, but ... sitting in Sherwood's lap, feeling the heft of that huge cock pressed up against his, he's so hard it's almost starting to ache a little. ]
S'not like I mind kissing, but -- get on with it already, old man.
[ He tries so hard to sound matter-of-fact, like he just wants to get this 'challenge' over and done with. But it's painfully obvious that Fuuta's just starting to feel antsy, now that he's been worked up to this extent. Kisses alone just get his blood running hotter; he wants to be touched. Now. ]