[ In a move that can only be called consistent with this entire, disappointing encounter, Narumi fails to do exactly what Fuuta wants him to do, his cock still staying firmly and unsatisfyingly lodged inside Fuuta's ass. His hand, however, is a different matter. At the feeling of those chompers that have clearly never seen braces in their life, Narumi is fast to yank his hand away, hissing in agitation at the sting that throbs through them.
It's not like it hurts all that bad, especially compared to some of the things that Narumi has experienced in his life, but the surprise coupled with the indignity of being bitten by a guy like Fuuta does rub a little salt in an otherwise inoffensive injury. ]
What is wrong with you? Are you some kind of animal?
[ He wipes Fuuta's spit, and potentially a couple little drops of his own blood off on Fuuta's shoulder. ]
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It's not like it hurts all that bad, especially compared to some of the things that Narumi has experienced in his life, but the surprise coupled with the indignity of being bitten by a guy like Fuuta does rub a little salt in an otherwise inoffensive injury. ]
What is wrong with you? Are you some kind of animal?
[ He wipes Fuuta's spit, and potentially a couple little drops of his own blood off on Fuuta's shoulder. ]