He'd been waiting nervously after sitting back, hand clenched into a clammy fist and toes twisting into the bedsheets below, even taking a nervous little exhale when Narumi reached forward for him, fingers dripping with lube. Like, fingering someone competently isn't that hard, right? He's not expecting it to be masterful or anything. Just -- fine. Passable. This guy can manage that much, right?
Apparently not!
There's the quick slide in, and then an equally quick slide out, accompanied by the weird slicking noise of lube. That's it. And Fuuta just shoots Narumi an utterly exasperated death stare before snapping, loudly, ]
You suck at this! [ Accompanied by a slap aimed at Narumi's outstretched hand, smacking it away from himself. If it weren't the skewer's influence keeping his libido cranked to a fever pitch, he wouldn't hesitate a second in just getting dressed and walking out right fucking now, honestly. ] Are you kiddi -- how the hell are you so bad at this! I'm not an elevator button you're trying to push! Ugh, forget it, you're no help at all!
[ Besides -- the rabbit heat boiling in his guts is starting to grow almost unbearable, gnawing at him more and more with each second he fails to sate it. It's bad enough that he's starting to squirm a little, his own cock so hard that it's aching potently, and Fuuta bites his lip as he hastily fingers himself just once more, dragging his fingers against his inner walls before withdrawing. His voice is down to a hoarse mutter, words coming almost wobbly with impatient as he slurs, ]
Just ... just hurry up and do it, okay. [ The bed creaks beneath him as Fuuta awkwardly rolls over, shuffling on his knees so he can brace himself against the headboard of the bed. It's ... actually kind of embarrassing, being in this position! But he doesn't want to have to look at this guy's annoying face during the deed, and he's too worked up to let his pride get in the way. His face is flushed hot when he braces his hands against the bedframes and glances back over his shoulder, equal parts jittery and impatient. ] C'mon, hurry up already.
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He'd been waiting nervously after sitting back, hand clenched into a clammy fist and toes twisting into the bedsheets below, even taking a nervous little exhale when Narumi reached forward for him, fingers dripping with lube. Like, fingering someone competently isn't that hard, right? He's not expecting it to be masterful or anything. Just -- fine. Passable. This guy can manage that much, right?
Apparently not!
There's the quick slide in, and then an equally quick slide out, accompanied by the weird slicking noise of lube. That's it. And Fuuta just shoots Narumi an utterly exasperated death stare before snapping, loudly, ]
You suck at this! [ Accompanied by a slap aimed at Narumi's outstretched hand, smacking it away from himself. If it weren't the skewer's influence keeping his libido cranked to a fever pitch, he wouldn't hesitate a second in just getting dressed and walking out right fucking now, honestly. ] Are you kiddi -- how the hell are you so bad at this! I'm not an elevator button you're trying to push! Ugh, forget it, you're no help at all!
[ Besides -- the rabbit heat boiling in his guts is starting to grow almost unbearable, gnawing at him more and more with each second he fails to sate it. It's bad enough that he's starting to squirm a little, his own cock so hard that it's aching potently, and Fuuta bites his lip as he hastily fingers himself just once more, dragging his fingers against his inner walls before withdrawing. His voice is down to a hoarse mutter, words coming almost wobbly with impatient as he slurs, ]
Just ... just hurry up and do it, okay. [ The bed creaks beneath him as Fuuta awkwardly rolls over, shuffling on his knees so he can brace himself against the headboard of the bed. It's ... actually kind of embarrassing, being in this position! But he doesn't want to have to look at this guy's annoying face during the deed, and he's too worked up to let his pride get in the way. His face is flushed hot when he braces his hands against the bedframes and glances back over his shoulder, equal parts jittery and impatient. ] C'mon, hurry up already.