[ No, he didn't mean himself specifically -- an answer he can't spare the breath to verbalize, and has to communicate through a muffled grunt and a furrow of the brow. But still. It'd be a lie to say that it doesn't send a shiver down his spine, to think that someone like Rin has specifically thought about him in a context like this.
There's the distinct slick of pre-come with the next jerk of his wrist, and Fuuta gives a shuddering breath as his spine curls, his muscles all starting to lock up as a familiar wave of tension spreads out from the pit of his stomach. He doesn't particularly want to think of how red he must be in the moment, and what he must sound like, but he does swallow thickly before muttering, ]
... T-Tohsaka. [ That earns a shiver. Less the feel of the syllables falling from his tongue, but the thought that Rin might like something so simple. Or, maybe, what she meant instead is -- ] Rin ...
[ For better or for worse, Rin won't get a chance to intervene with her mouth, because that moment -- saying her name, and the surreal pleasure of imagining the pleasure she might get from the sound of it, the sheer validation of thinking that she might enjoy it -- is enough to push Fuuta over the edge. His breath catches sharply, shoulders jerking, and a choked groan is all the warning Rin will get to position the cup before Fuuta comes. ]
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There's the distinct slick of pre-come with the next jerk of his wrist, and Fuuta gives a shuddering breath as his spine curls, his muscles all starting to lock up as a familiar wave of tension spreads out from the pit of his stomach. He doesn't particularly want to think of how red he must be in the moment, and what he must sound like, but he does swallow thickly before muttering, ]
... T-Tohsaka. [ That earns a shiver. Less the feel of the syllables falling from his tongue, but the thought that Rin might like something so simple. Or, maybe, what she meant instead is -- ] Rin ...
[ For better or for worse, Rin won't get a chance to intervene with her mouth, because that moment -- saying her name, and the surreal pleasure of imagining the pleasure she might get from the sound of it, the sheer validation of thinking that she might enjoy it -- is enough to push Fuuta over the edge. His breath catches sharply, shoulders jerking, and a choked groan is all the warning Rin will get to position the cup before Fuuta comes. ]