[ Fuuta can rest comfortably knowing that he is not Narumi's first hookup here at the hotel.
... He is, however, the first man specifically that Narumi has had penetrative sex with here. ... Or anywhere. It really does explain a lot about why he thought he could just stick it in unlubricated and without any prep work. Sexual acts that involve hands or mouths certainly don't need the same kind of careful work to cut down the friction, and assuming a woman can get wet despite Narumi's horrific personality, then that's not much of a worry either.
Fuuta just had the misfortune of being a first of some sort for Narumi, and the man didn't seem to care too much about taking the time to learn to do this properly. He can blame the bunny in his system for making him too desperate to take it slow, but the truth of the matter is he'd be like this regardless. ]
Feels plenty good to me.
[ And isn't what that matters the most? He folds over Fuuta's body further, his long bangs brushing over Fuuta's back as his forehead threatens to press down against the expanse of skin there.
Fuuta can take comfort in one thing and one thing only, Narumi might be talking normally, but his breath is starting to speed up into a light panting sound. The tell that he's working himself up to a finish soon is subtle, but there. If he just grits his teeth and bears it for another half a minute or so, he'll probably be free of this inept man's unsatisfying thrusts. ]
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... He is, however, the first man specifically that Narumi has had penetrative sex with here. ... Or anywhere. It really does explain a lot about why he thought he could just stick it in unlubricated and without any prep work. Sexual acts that involve hands or mouths certainly don't need the same kind of careful work to cut down the friction, and assuming a woman can get wet despite Narumi's horrific personality, then that's not much of a worry either.
Fuuta just had the misfortune of being a first of some sort for Narumi, and the man didn't seem to care too much about taking the time to learn to do this properly. He can blame the bunny in his system for making him too desperate to take it slow, but the truth of the matter is he'd be like this regardless. ]
Feels plenty good to me.
[ And isn't what that matters the most? He folds over Fuuta's body further, his long bangs brushing over Fuuta's back as his forehead threatens to press down against the expanse of skin there.
Fuuta can take comfort in one thing and one thing only, Narumi might be talking normally, but his breath is starting to speed up into a light panting sound. The tell that he's working himself up to a finish soon is subtle, but there. If he just grits his teeth and bears it for another half a minute or so, he'll probably be free of this inept man's unsatisfying thrusts. ]