Hold tight... but relax. [Sherwood's voice is firm and guiding, spoken with quiet assurance. Fuuta's nerves are exciting to him, Sherwood liking the interplay of both intimidating and also shepherding his partners. Younger, or simply more inexperienced ones especially. Sex is definitely about feeding his ego and exerting his power over others, even that power is simply charm and confidence.
His hand at the back of Fuuta's hair trails down, down the back of his neck, his spine, reaching to cup his ass and adjust him once more by the hips. His other hand smooths fingers out of his hole, shifting his own cock from being forward at Fuuta's front to fitting between his legs. Fuuta's only very briefly left empty, Sherwood's dick soon pressing to his stretched entrance. There's enough lubricant to push the head in without too hot a sting, though it is a very tight fit. As he likes it, or he'd have taken more time...]
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His hand at the back of Fuuta's hair trails down, down the back of his neck, his spine, reaching to cup his ass and adjust him once more by the hips. His other hand smooths fingers out of his hole, shifting his own cock from being forward at Fuuta's front to fitting between his legs. Fuuta's only very briefly left empty, Sherwood's dick soon pressing to his stretched entrance. There's enough lubricant to push the head in without too hot a sting, though it is a very tight fit. As he likes it, or he'd have taken more time...]