[ He'd just closed his eyes, finally starting to get into the rhythm of it, so it's a bit of a jumpscare when Rin's voice comes from so close. But not enough to fully pull him away from the building arousal, and definitely not enough to warrant arguing with. Fuuta cracks his eye open, squinting at her for a moment as a trickle of sweat slides down his brow to bead at his lash -- before holding out the cup with a grunt.
It admittedly does help him focus that he doesn't have to try and wrangle both the cup and the folds of his hoodie, and his next breath comes a little hoarse and shaky as he quickens the movements of his hands just a touch.
-- fuck, that nice smells she wears is even more vivid when she's standing close like this. He'd never admit it out loud, but it really does help move things along, and it's not just spit squelching damp between his fingers as he squeezes at himself. ]
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It admittedly does help him focus that he doesn't have to try and wrangle both the cup and the folds of his hoodie, and his next breath comes a little hoarse and shaky as he quickens the movements of his hands just a touch.
-- fuck, that nice smells she wears is even more vivid when she's standing close like this. He'd never admit it out loud, but it really does help move things along, and it's not just spit squelching damp between his fingers as he squeezes at himself. ]