[ The worst worst part is that, for one moment, Fuuta really had thought he might get a little reprieve. Completely ignoring that snide comment, Fuuta had braced himself for what was coming next, even giving a little shiver of relief upon feeling the head of Narumi's cock touch against his entrance. That building heat inside him's long hit a boiling point, the ferocity of that desire enough that it's starting to grow genuinely painful, and the thought that finally he'll get to squelch it and feel normal again has him dropping his guard.
Then the first jerky thrust almost rams him into the headboard.
Fuuta just barely manages to brace himself before his sternum whacks into the hard wood. A good thing, because that definitely would have taken him out of commission for a half-hour minimum. Or -- maybe that would have been more merciful, actually? ]
Nnh, wai -- [ Though he manages to keep his chest clear of the headboard by locking his arms as best as he can, that doesn't make the rest of all this any more pleasant! There's no rhythm to the movements jostling him, the drive of Narumi's cock inside him coming both too quick and too shallow, and Fuuta flinches when the next thrust goes deep without warning. A move that could probably be mistaken for a jolt of pleasure, except Fuuta's grunt is definitely one of discomfort, not joy. ] -- wait, not like that, you dumbass --
[ Then Narumi pulls almost all the way out, earning a startled jerk; Fuuta ducks his head as he tries to adjust, only for the next thrust in to have him bonking his head against the headboard. Erotic. ]
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Then the first jerky thrust almost rams him into the headboard.
Fuuta just barely manages to brace himself before his sternum whacks into the hard wood. A good thing, because that definitely would have taken him out of commission for a half-hour minimum. Or -- maybe that would have been more merciful, actually? ]
Nnh, wai -- [ Though he manages to keep his chest clear of the headboard by locking his arms as best as he can, that doesn't make the rest of all this any more pleasant! There's no rhythm to the movements jostling him, the drive of Narumi's cock inside him coming both too quick and too shallow, and Fuuta flinches when the next thrust goes deep without warning. A move that could probably be mistaken for a jolt of pleasure, except Fuuta's grunt is definitely one of discomfort, not joy. ] -- wait, not like that, you dumbass --
[ Then Narumi pulls almost all the way out, earning a startled jerk; Fuuta ducks his head as he tries to adjust, only for the next thrust in to have him bonking his head against the headboard. Erotic. ]