[ He'd thought he'd get a little more time to mentally prepare himself. But no. Fuuta barely gets the chance to heft his weight up on his knees when he feels lube-slick fingers brushing up against his ass, before they're driving in.
The sudden intrusion is enough to have his whole body tensing up, and Fuuta's voice escapes him before he can fight it back -- a short, sharp yelp, high-pitched and clearly startled. And while his nerves do spark with a brief flicker of pain, it's like that moment of alarm's forcibly squelched. Extinguished, like a candle's flame getting put out. ]
Ah -- ? [ What had started as a protest peters off into a confused noise, and Fuuta tenses, shudders, squeezes around Sherwood's fingers as he tries to understand what's being done to him. ] That's, nn -- ?!
[ It's ... wild, how it doesn't hurt at all when a third finger's pressed into him, already, so quickly. There's just the sensation of being stretched open, of a strange wetness permeating into his flesh, and Fuuta finds himself hiking up on his knees, hands clutching at Sherwood's clothes as he buckles forward. Face buried into Sherwood's shoulder, he huffs each breath against the fabric there, jolting when he feels that pressure brushing in past his prostate; his own cock jerks sharply, drooling a bead of pre-cum from the tip. ]
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The sudden intrusion is enough to have his whole body tensing up, and Fuuta's voice escapes him before he can fight it back -- a short, sharp yelp, high-pitched and clearly startled. And while his nerves do spark with a brief flicker of pain, it's like that moment of alarm's forcibly squelched. Extinguished, like a candle's flame getting put out. ]
Ah -- ? [ What had started as a protest peters off into a confused noise, and Fuuta tenses, shudders, squeezes around Sherwood's fingers as he tries to understand what's being done to him. ] That's, nn -- ?!
[ It's ... wild, how it doesn't hurt at all when a third finger's pressed into him, already, so quickly. There's just the sensation of being stretched open, of a strange wetness permeating into his flesh, and Fuuta finds himself hiking up on his knees, hands clutching at Sherwood's clothes as he buckles forward. Face buried into Sherwood's shoulder, he huffs each breath against the fabric there, jolting when he feels that pressure brushing in past his prostate; his own cock jerks sharply, drooling a bead of pre-cum from the tip. ]