[ His pulse is hammering away against the inside of his sternum, and Fuuta watches with rapt attention as Sherwood angles his cock forward. It brushes against the inside of his thigh as he shifts positions, and that contact alone has his nerves spiking anew. -- one part uncertainty, one part unease, three parts heady anticipation.
'Relax' is much easier said than done, especially once he feels that hot pressure slowly, slowly starting to sink into him. 'Relax,' he knows, so he does try, squeezing his eye shut and burying his face into Sherwood's shoulder.
It's a tremendous relief when the head finally does breach his entrance, and Fuuta lets out a gasp, hands yanking sharply into Sherwood's clothes. It doesn't hurt though, so -- he takes a deep breath before starting to slowly, slowly ease his weight down. Starting to take him in a little deeper. The intense pressure inside keeps him from going to fast, though, and Fuuta pauses before long to knead his hands into Sherwood's front while trying to adjust. ]
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'Relax' is much easier said than done, especially once he feels that hot pressure slowly, slowly starting to sink into him. 'Relax,' he knows, so he does try, squeezing his eye shut and burying his face into Sherwood's shoulder.
It's a tremendous relief when the head finally does breach his entrance, and Fuuta lets out a gasp, hands yanking sharply into Sherwood's clothes. It doesn't hurt though, so -- he takes a deep breath before starting to slowly, slowly ease his weight down. Starting to take him in a little deeper. The intense pressure inside keeps him from going to fast, though, and Fuuta pauses before long to knead his hands into Sherwood's front while trying to adjust. ]