[ The complete shamelessness is enough to earn an incredulous look. Not because Fuuta doubts that Narumi's inexperienced -- he can believe it given the guy's shitty attitude (pot, kettle, black), and also because he hadn't had much experience himself before getting here -- but because this level of obliviousness feels weird. ... maybe this guy's only read, like, shitty hentai and thinks that that nonsense about all orifices being ready for sex at all times is accurate to real life. Ugh.
And having reached that (perhaps unfair) conclusion about Narumi on his own, of course he reacts with a suspicious squint when Narumi offers -- or rather, demands to help. ]
... what d'you mean, 'gimme a try.' Don't go saying it like I'm some gadget you wanna try fiddling around with.
[ Truly, the lack of eroticism in their dialogue in both directions is incredible ... record-setting levels of unsexiness for a pre-sex conversation. But still. As antsy as he's starting to feel, it's not just sex itself that he's wanting. It's the warmth of another person's body, the touch of skin on skin that he wants as well, and Fuuta purses his lips in consideration for a moment before reluctantly slipping his fingers out. ]
Fine. [ Said grudgingly, though it's followed by a hoarse breath. Wanting. ] But use a lot of lube. A lot. [ The bed creaks when he awkwardly sits back, bracing his weight on his arms so he can spread his legs a little bit for easier access. Is it embarrassing taking this position? Absolutely. But those skewers have his blood roiling so hot that, at least in the moment, hunger trumps shame. ] And you better not go too rough. I'm going to kick you in the face if you make it hurt on purpose.
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And having reached that (perhaps unfair) conclusion about Narumi on his own, of course he reacts with a suspicious squint when Narumi offers -- or rather, demands to help. ]
... what d'you mean, 'gimme a try.' Don't go saying it like I'm some gadget you wanna try fiddling around with.
[ Truly, the lack of eroticism in their dialogue in both directions is incredible ... record-setting levels of unsexiness for a pre-sex conversation. But still. As antsy as he's starting to feel, it's not just sex itself that he's wanting. It's the warmth of another person's body, the touch of skin on skin that he wants as well, and Fuuta purses his lips in consideration for a moment before reluctantly slipping his fingers out. ]
Fine. [ Said grudgingly, though it's followed by a hoarse breath. Wanting. ] But use a lot of lube. A lot. [ The bed creaks when he awkwardly sits back, bracing his weight on his arms so he can spread his legs a little bit for easier access. Is it embarrassing taking this position? Absolutely. But those skewers have his blood roiling so hot that, at least in the moment, hunger trumps shame. ] And you better not go too rough. I'm going to kick you in the face if you make it hurt on purpose.