[ He should be properly mad about that, he thinks. Like -- saying someone's bleeding during sex as a joke and then laughing about it's kinda messed up, right? Isn't it? He's pretty sure it is.
But also -- it's borderline impossible to scrape his thoughts together into any semblance of coherency, let alone muster any proper anger. Not when Sherwood's hands braced against his ass, lifting him up and letting that delicious pressure scrape on his insides on the way out; Fuuta isn't even aware of the plaintive whine that escapes him, too distracted by the sensation of feeling so empty in comparison, and the heart-pounding anticipation of being filled back up. Even the slow pace that Sherwood sets is almost overwhelming from the sheer intensity of it, and Fuuta's voice wobbles when he finally does find words: ]
'm not ... a -- adorable.
[ That last word peters off into a breathy moan as Fuuta shudders hard. And while Sherwood might feel the damp of release pooling against his groin as Fuuta shakes in climax, he hardly seems aware of it himself; there's no real sense of relief, after all, while that pressure continues relentlessly gouging into him. Even the increased sensitivity on the tail of orgasm just feels like a natural part of what it must feel like to get fucked by something so huge, just something he's going to have to ride out since he's not some coward, enduring with rasping breaths as he continues slowly bouncing in Sherwood's lap. ]
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But also -- it's borderline impossible to scrape his thoughts together into any semblance of coherency, let alone muster any proper anger. Not when Sherwood's hands braced against his ass, lifting him up and letting that delicious pressure scrape on his insides on the way out; Fuuta isn't even aware of the plaintive whine that escapes him, too distracted by the sensation of feeling so empty in comparison, and the heart-pounding anticipation of being filled back up. Even the slow pace that Sherwood sets is almost overwhelming from the sheer intensity of it, and Fuuta's voice wobbles when he finally does find words: ]
'm not ... a -- adorable.
[ That last word peters off into a breathy moan as Fuuta shudders hard. And while Sherwood might feel the damp of release pooling against his groin as Fuuta shakes in climax, he hardly seems aware of it himself; there's no real sense of relief, after all, while that pressure continues relentlessly gouging into him. Even the increased sensitivity on the tail of orgasm just feels like a natural part of what it must feel like to get fucked by something so huge, just something he's going to have to ride out since he's not some coward, enduring with rasping breaths as he continues slowly bouncing in Sherwood's lap. ]