[ He will absolutely enjoy his few seconds of victory, thank you very much? The already-insufferable smirk on Fuuta's face crawls just a little wider when he notices the frustrated twitch of Narumi's mouth
-- then he gives a sharp yelp at the squeeze of Narumi's palm against the back of his neck, that warm contact against sensitive, sweaty, already-heated skin making electricity crackle down his spine. Fuuta almost trips over his own feet with his next step before finding his balance, stumbling along until they finally burst into the privacy of the cabana.
Fuuta barely wastes a second breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing they have the place to themselves, before snagging a hand into Narumi's clothes, tugging at him as he blurts out, ]
Hurry up, then. Get to it already.
[ It's not like he's attracted to this guy in any way? He truly isn't. But, like, he's warm and physical and solid to the touch, and that alone feels like more than enough to overload his nerves at the moment. Like back when he'd actually had those stupid rabbit ears, his body is utterly ravenous for intimacy, begging to touch and be touched, and Fuuta takes a shallow breath before starting to tug Narumi towards the bed in the corner. Pausing only to rip open a drawer (empty) and then a second one (jackpot, full of toys and condoms and lube) to snag a bottle on the way there.
As he rolls himself onto the bed, trying to drag Narumi along, he might notice that yes, Fuuta is already hard, the front of his beach shorts tented. His voice comes a little breathy when he mutters, ]
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-- then he gives a sharp yelp at the squeeze of Narumi's palm against the back of his neck, that warm contact against sensitive, sweaty, already-heated skin making electricity crackle down his spine. Fuuta almost trips over his own feet with his next step before finding his balance, stumbling along until they finally burst into the privacy of the cabana.
Fuuta barely wastes a second breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing they have the place to themselves, before snagging a hand into Narumi's clothes, tugging at him as he blurts out, ]
Hurry up, then. Get to it already.
[ It's not like he's attracted to this guy in any way? He truly isn't. But, like, he's warm and physical and solid to the touch, and that alone feels like more than enough to overload his nerves at the moment. Like back when he'd actually had those stupid rabbit ears, his body is utterly ravenous for intimacy, begging to touch and be touched, and Fuuta takes a shallow breath before starting to tug Narumi towards the bed in the corner. Pausing only to rip open a drawer (empty) and then a second one (jackpot, full of toys and condoms and lube) to snag a bottle on the way there.
As he rolls himself onto the bed, trying to drag Narumi along, he might notice that yes, Fuuta is already hard, the front of his beach shorts tented. His voice comes a little breathy when he mutters, ]
C'mon, make me look lame, or whatever.