[ Oh, he hates this asshole and all his smug showboating so much. But what he hates even more is the fact that his blood still runs hot, and his stomach does a pathetic little flip when Narumi slides his swimtrunks down to expose himself. Later, he'll be so fucking mad that he felt anything upon seeing Narumi's cock spring free from the confines of his clothing, because like hell he'd normally feel anything from looking at this asshole?

But that's for later.

For now, Fuuta swallows thickly, his gaze clearly drawn to Narumi's very obvious hard-on for a moment before dragging back upwards to shoot him a dirty look. ]

Who said I'm desperate?

[ Too bad his own actions are undermining his words. His movements are a little hasty when he does ease his own trunks down, fingers snagging briefly on the waistband before finding purchase, and his own cock rests hard against his thigh when he shoves his clothing off and out of the way. His words, too, come a little too breathless and stuttered to be totally convincing. ]

I just wanna get this over with, 'cause you know this stuff's gonna wear off as soon as we ... [ fuck ] deal with it. It's a reasonable thing to want, you dumbass.

[ He's antsy, though, thighs tense as he shifts to sit back on the mattress a bit and fingers groping across the bedsheets as he struggles to keep his mind from picturing what's coming up next. It's part just an attempt to play strong, but also part genuine impatience when Fuuta grabs up the bottle of lube to hurl at Narumi to catch as he snaps, ] -- so get on with it already.