[ Well ... that works, he supposes. And, like, having to sit here with a load of his cum in a cup until she returns is also kind of embarrassing, but better than having her just sit there judging him the whole time, so. Fuuta sighs as he scoots back into a far corner of the booth, away from the curtain opening out onto the rest of the beach, and scrunches himself onto one of the stools. Shoving his swim trunks down a smidge and tugging his T-shirt and hoodie up out of the way with one hand so he can awkwardly start rubbing at his cock with the other.
... it's admittedly a little hard getting himself worked up, especially when he's terribly aware of the sounds of movement and activity going on outside the cabana. The only saving grace is the fact that this place smells like whatever scent it is Rin usually wears, and if he closes his eyes, he can picture the last time they were together in her room. ]
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... it's admittedly a little hard getting himself worked up, especially when he's terribly aware of the sounds of movement and activity going on outside the cabana. The only saving grace is the fact that this place smells like whatever scent it is Rin usually wears, and if he closes his eyes, he can picture the last time they were together in her room. ]