[ Fuck. This isn't even the first time he's having sex a woman, but the intensity of it's still somehow far beyond what he could have expected. Is it just because of the state his body's in right now? Is it because of the extra stimulation against that second cock, even just being pressed up against her body heat? Both? Either way, Fuuta's so tense that his arms are shaking a little where they're bracing against the mattress, visible eye squeezed shut and teeth digging into his lower lip as he wills himself to calm down.
Probably not too surprising that he gives a little jolt and a startled squeak when he feels that sudden flick of Kiritsubo's fingertip against his exposed cock. Even that extra bit of stimulation is almost enough to push him over the edge, his hips bucking in reflex to sink deeper into her, and Fuuta's gasping as he automatically grabs at that offending hand to pull it away and pin it to the mattress instead. The forceful move's in sharp contrast to the expression he's wearing -- straining, already a bit blown out with pleasure, sweat speckled against his brow -- and Fuuta looks guiltily at her pinned-down hand for a moment before gritting his teeth and doubling down on his grip. ]
Don't do that.
[ Yeah. It's fine. He's not doing anything wrong, he's not hurting her or anything. Kiritsubo might note that his claws aren't digging into her wrist, instead starting to puncture through the bedsheets below with the way he's arranged his grip, and even when his grip tightens with his next slow exhale, it's not hard enough to hurt properly.
Fuuta heaves a slow, hoarse exhale, chest sinking under the roomy folds of his hoodie, then inhales through gritted teeth. And even with that time to collect himself, it's still almost enough to push him over the edge when he rolls his hips -- pulling back a fraction before sinking back into that perfect, tight heat inside her. Fuck. It really does feel insanely good, and his next breath comes stuttering as he pulls back again, starting to establish a rhythm: slower and more controlled than might be expected from how antsy he'd seemed, but only because of the visible effort he's putting into it. ]
Nigh ... [ It's unsightly and embarrassing for a guy to make any noise during sex, probably, and so he's fighting to swallow his voice back. But even so, those stifled groans slip from the back of his throat as he next pushes into her. Behind him, his tail acts much more honestly; its length twirls around Kiritsubo's leg and squeezes tight, the smooth scales of its underside pressing snugly against her silky skin in insistent fashion. The mattress creaks beneath them when he pushes forward on his knees a bit, positioning himself more firmly over her body, and his gaze is hazy with lust when he looks down at her with a rasping exhale.
The only reason he's not leaning in for another kiss just yet is because just getting to see her body shift as he fucks into her is just as appealing. ]
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Probably not too surprising that he gives a little jolt and a startled squeak when he feels that sudden flick of Kiritsubo's fingertip against his exposed cock. Even that extra bit of stimulation is almost enough to push him over the edge, his hips bucking in reflex to sink deeper into her, and Fuuta's gasping as he automatically grabs at that offending hand to pull it away and pin it to the mattress instead. The forceful move's in sharp contrast to the expression he's wearing -- straining, already a bit blown out with pleasure, sweat speckled against his brow -- and Fuuta looks guiltily at her pinned-down hand for a moment before gritting his teeth and doubling down on his grip. ]
Don't do that.
[ Yeah. It's fine. He's not doing anything wrong, he's not hurting her or anything. Kiritsubo might note that his claws aren't digging into her wrist, instead starting to puncture through the bedsheets below with the way he's arranged his grip, and even when his grip tightens with his next slow exhale, it's not hard enough to hurt properly.
Fuuta heaves a slow, hoarse exhale, chest sinking under the roomy folds of his hoodie, then inhales through gritted teeth. And even with that time to collect himself, it's still almost enough to push him over the edge when he rolls his hips -- pulling back a fraction before sinking back into that perfect, tight heat inside her. Fuck. It really does feel insanely good, and his next breath comes stuttering as he pulls back again, starting to establish a rhythm: slower and more controlled than might be expected from how antsy he'd seemed, but only because of the visible effort he's putting into it. ]
Nigh ... [ It's unsightly and embarrassing for a guy to make any noise during sex, probably, and so he's fighting to swallow his voice back. But even so, those stifled groans slip from the back of his throat as he next pushes into her. Behind him, his tail acts much more honestly; its length twirls around Kiritsubo's leg and squeezes tight, the smooth scales of its underside pressing snugly against her silky skin in insistent fashion. The mattress creaks beneath them when he pushes forward on his knees a bit, positioning himself more firmly over her body, and his gaze is hazy with lust when he looks down at her with a rasping exhale.
The only reason he's not leaning in for another kiss just yet is because just getting to see her body shift as he fucks into her is just as appealing. ]