[ Vaguely, at the back of his mind, he wonders if that's supposed to be some sort of roundabout dig at him. Like -- saying he's not 'manly' enough down there or something?
Fuck it. She can say whatever she wants for now. Just so long as she keeps talking. He's so close to the edge, and the sound of her voice -- soft, lilting, intimate -- helps push him just that much closer to release. ]
S'that right -- [ His words cut off with a hard swallow and a stifled grunt. The sight of her tongue peeking from between her lips doesn't hurt either, and Fuuta's gaze lingers on it for a moment before he shuts his eye again, ducking his head as he rubs his thumb against the head of his cock. ] I guess ... s'what you're into. ... what else.
[ 'What else are you into?' is what he means. Not even a question he actually meant to ask, and surely something he'll cringe over later when his head's cleared, but it was all his flustered brain could think of in the moment. Anything to get her to keep talking for a little more. ]
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Fuck it. She can say whatever she wants for now. Just so long as she keeps talking. He's so close to the edge, and the sound of her voice -- soft, lilting, intimate -- helps push him just that much closer to release. ]
S'that right -- [ His words cut off with a hard swallow and a stifled grunt. The sight of her tongue peeking from between her lips doesn't hurt either, and Fuuta's gaze lingers on it for a moment before he shuts his eye again, ducking his head as he rubs his thumb against the head of his cock. ] I guess ... s'what you're into. ... what else.
[ 'What else are you into?' is what he means. Not even a question he actually meant to ask, and surely something he'll cringe over later when his head's cleared, but it was all his flustered brain could think of in the moment. Anything to get her to keep talking for a little more. ]