[ Sherwood's right! It takes a little effort to drag Fuuta back in the first place, especially given the way he digs his nails into Sherwood's clothes and gives a whine in protest like a cat needing to be untangled from a blanket. And when he finally does allow himself to be seen, his face is flushed so red it almost matches his hair, expression hazy. Looking on the border of being overwhelmed.
It's almost admirable, then, how he still gasps, ]
S'easy ... [ Sitting back to let Sherwood look at him inadvertently has him taking in a little more of that tremendous length, and Fuuta shudders around it. Swallowing thickly and forcing himself to breathe slowly before he continues that pointless blustering, because it's the only thing he can think to do with how fast his pulse is racing in his ears. ] S'no problem at all? Don't go ... gettin' all cocky over nothing.
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It's almost admirable, then, how he still gasps, ]
S'easy ... [ Sitting back to let Sherwood look at him inadvertently has him taking in a little more of that tremendous length, and Fuuta shudders around it. Swallowing thickly and forcing himself to breathe slowly before he continues that pointless blustering, because it's the only thing he can think to do with how fast his pulse is racing in his ears. ] S'no problem at all? Don't go ... gettin' all cocky over nothing.