[ He probably shouldn't be ready, not yet. He knows it on a rational level. Magic, schmagic -- there's no way he should be able to take a cock that large after so little preparation. Isn't that, like, dangerous or something?
But Sherwood whispers those tantalizing words right in his ear, accompanied by the gentle scritch of nails against his scalp, and it sandblasts all rational thought out of his brain. He just knows he wants to fuck, he wants release, he wants vindication. He wants Sherwood inside him now. Besides, it's not like it hurts or anything, so. It'll probably be fine. It's totally not just that horny impatience has him unable to think the matter over properly. ]
Y-yeah. [ His forehead presses against Sherwood's shoulder as Fuuta looks down between them, at the stiff heft of Sherwood's cock. It ... looks big. But that's just nerves speaking, right? He can totally take it. ] I'm ready.
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But Sherwood whispers those tantalizing words right in his ear, accompanied by the gentle scritch of nails against his scalp, and it sandblasts all rational thought out of his brain. He just knows he wants to fuck, he wants release, he wants vindication. He wants Sherwood inside him now. Besides, it's not like it hurts or anything, so. It'll probably be fine. It's totally not just that horny impatience has him unable to think the matter over properly. ]
Y-yeah. [ His forehead presses against Sherwood's shoulder as Fuuta looks down between them, at the stiff heft of Sherwood's cock. It ... looks big. But that's just nerves speaking, right? He can totally take it. ] I'm ready.