[ He's been called worse things than a self-important prick before, and it has been by people who manage to keep a much straighter face while doing it than Fuuta's pulling off right now. Narumi's grin stays unwaveringly wide as Fuuta swallows in such a painfully audible way, undoing every last word he just managed to spew out.
Flushed and fuzzy-headed with his own desire though he is, Narumi thinks he could almost get used to something like this, someone hot and bothered and despite the non-sexual tongue lashing he's getting, someone who is sitting back and waiting for Narumi to take control here. This feels more right than some of what he's encountered before, and a small shiver of anticipation runs up his spine.
He's never liked feeling weak or at someone else's mercy, but there's a strange comfort in feeling like the predatory creature that not even a rabbit skewer can override in him. Building up the urge to breed another shivery little rabbit under him? Sure, but he's showing metaphorical fangs here as he moves closer to hover over the boy. He doesn't look remotely bothered even as he offers a small tsk of disapproval at Fuuta's demands. ]
No one ever taught you patience, did they?
[ As if he's one to talk about not being taught manners.
Ah well, whatever. He'll place one slick hand on Fuuta's hip, managing to get a good hold despite the lube coating his fingers from rubbing it all over his cock, and jerks Fuuta forward so he's pressed flush against Narumi's own hips. A shuddery breath tumbles out of his lip before the tip of his tongue darts out to swipe across the bottom one.
There's still time for Fuuta to stop this though, if he has an inkling about what's happening here. He can pull back or throw up a hand to demand that Narumi not do what he's about to do next.
However, if he doesn't come to his senses in time, well... they're so close to each other right now, and Narumi's always had pretty spectacular aim. He'll be sliding himself in regardless of the resistance he comes up against. ]
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Flushed and fuzzy-headed with his own desire though he is, Narumi thinks he could almost get used to something like this, someone hot and bothered and despite the non-sexual tongue lashing he's getting, someone who is sitting back and waiting for Narumi to take control here. This feels more right than some of what he's encountered before, and a small shiver of anticipation runs up his spine.
He's never liked feeling weak or at someone else's mercy, but there's a strange comfort in feeling like the predatory creature that not even a rabbit skewer can override in him. Building up the urge to breed another shivery little rabbit under him? Sure, but he's showing metaphorical fangs here as he moves closer to hover over the boy. He doesn't look remotely bothered even as he offers a small tsk of disapproval at Fuuta's demands. ]
No one ever taught you patience, did they?
[ As if he's one to talk about not being taught manners.
Ah well, whatever. He'll place one slick hand on Fuuta's hip, managing to get a good hold despite the lube coating his fingers from rubbing it all over his cock, and jerks Fuuta forward so he's pressed flush against Narumi's own hips. A shuddery breath tumbles out of his lip before the tip of his tongue darts out to swipe across the bottom one.
There's still time for Fuuta to stop this though, if he has an inkling about what's happening here. He can pull back or throw up a hand to demand that Narumi not do what he's about to do next.
However, if he doesn't come to his senses in time, well... they're so close to each other right now, and Narumi's always had pretty spectacular aim. He'll be sliding himself in regardless of the resistance he comes up against. ]