[ There's something to be said about anger getting a rise out of someone, sometimes in more way than one. While not everyone is the sort of feed off of anger and let it work them into a frothing frenzy, Fuuta at least may be able to reluctantly understand why that emotion would just fuel a guy like Narumi's interest.
The difference between them is that Narumi isn't ready to accept something soft and adoring, and would bolt from it the first time it was offered to him. A boy who spent a lifetime seeking negative attention because it was at least some kind of attention isn't ready for real affection.
This snarly, snappy little thing in front of him is a good start though. No love lost between them, just some mutual lust, and a desire to quickly get off before getting out of each other's hair.
The look Fuuta gives his body has Narumi's smile pulling wider, more vicious before his gaze even returns to Narumi's face. What a dogshit, obvious bluff that was.
Without waiting for more of Fuuta's excuses, he drops back down onto his knees, letting the whole bed shake with his weight for a moment, before moving forward towards Fuuta, and--
Stopping short as the bottle of lube is tossed his way. His reflexes are good, automatic even. His hand snaps up to snag the bottle out of the air immediately, only realizing what he grabbed as he looks down at it, and that's true... something like this would make the act a lot easier.
The thing is that when Narumi pops the cap open, he's not spreading the stuff on his fingers, he's sitting back to squirt a generous glob directly on his own cock, making just the slightest face at the cold sensation. It's not enough to deter him though, and as he reaches down to smear it around, it's warming up quickly enough.
He'll at least engage in a little banter as he gets what is clearly all of the needed prep work out of the way. ]
Try mouthing off like that without drooling at the sight of me next time.
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The difference between them is that Narumi isn't ready to accept something soft and adoring, and would bolt from it the first time it was offered to him. A boy who spent a lifetime seeking negative attention because it was at least some kind of attention isn't ready for real affection.
This snarly, snappy little thing in front of him is a good start though. No love lost between them, just some mutual lust, and a desire to quickly get off before getting out of each other's hair.
The look Fuuta gives his body has Narumi's smile pulling wider, more vicious before his gaze even returns to Narumi's face. What a dogshit, obvious bluff that was.
Without waiting for more of Fuuta's excuses, he drops back down onto his knees, letting the whole bed shake with his weight for a moment, before moving forward towards Fuuta, and--
Stopping short as the bottle of lube is tossed his way. His reflexes are good, automatic even. His hand snaps up to snag the bottle out of the air immediately, only realizing what he grabbed as he looks down at it, and that's true... something like this would make the act a lot easier.
The thing is that when Narumi pops the cap open, he's not spreading the stuff on his fingers, he's sitting back to squirt a generous glob directly on his own cock, making just the slightest face at the cold sensation. It's not enough to deter him though, and as he reaches down to smear it around, it's warming up quickly enough.
He'll at least engage in a little banter as he gets what is clearly all of the needed prep work out of the way. ]
Try mouthing off like that without drooling at the sight of me next time.