[ Narumi has never needed to undress anyone other than himself before, and it's really showing right now in just how little sensuality he's managing to put into his movements right now. Even when it comes to getting himself in and out of clothing, there's usually a frenetic energy about the whole thing, a rush to get suited up because there are monsters attacking, or a meeting someone is going to try to drag him to if he doesn't wake up and get going fast enough to avoid them.
Though while Fuuta probably does have every right to complain about what a piss poor job Narumi is doing with this, it doesn't stop him from giving the boy an exasperated look. It's just a little fabric; how bad can it possibly hurt?
Decently depending where it gets caught on and starts chafing, but he's not thinking about that right now as he sits back on the balls of his feet to let Fuuta finish the stripping. ]
If you're saying prove I'm not hard, then you got me there, but it's not you being hard that makes you look lame right now.
[ Saying that, Narumi moves to stand up on the bed. He's just as quick to tug down his own trunks as he was to try and get Fuuta's off, but having more familiarity with his own body makes this process a lot harder, and--
Wow, he wasn't kidding about being hard at all, though he doesn't look the slightest bit ashamed of it. ]
It's your desperation.
[ He says like sweat isn't beading at the back of his neck right now in need to pounce on Fuuta. It's a lot of pride still at play keeping him standing still, tall and proud (in more ways than one) right now. ]
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Though while Fuuta probably does have every right to complain about what a piss poor job Narumi is doing with this, it doesn't stop him from giving the boy an exasperated look. It's just a little fabric; how bad can it possibly hurt?
Decently depending where it gets caught on and starts chafing, but he's not thinking about that right now as he sits back on the balls of his feet to let Fuuta finish the stripping. ]
If you're saying prove I'm not hard, then you got me there, but it's not you being hard that makes you look lame right now.
[ Saying that, Narumi moves to stand up on the bed. He's just as quick to tug down his own trunks as he was to try and get Fuuta's off, but having more familiarity with his own body makes this process a lot harder, and--
Wow, he wasn't kidding about being hard at all, though he doesn't look the slightest bit ashamed of it. ]
It's your desperation.
[ He says like sweat isn't beading at the back of his neck right now in need to pounce on Fuuta. It's a lot of pride still at play keeping him standing still, tall and proud (in more ways than one) right now. ]