[ The worst part about this, honestly -- even more than the sounds of the crowd buzzing at the back of his mind, even more than the feeling of the table's hard surface under his back, and even more than the jarring sensation of having his legs easily propped up against the guy's shoulder -- is the fact that it still does feel good when that slick finger slides into him.
A part of him had been prepared for discomfort, but there just isn't any. There isn't even the usual, startling chill of lube or any friction, just the sensation of being entered; though Fuuta does still give a reflexive jerk, he can't even pretend to be uncomfortable when it just ... isn't. Even the slight pressure inside as Midnight curls his fingers just has his nerves simmering with a faint heat, and Fuuta has to hiss out his next exhale past clenched teeth to try and keep himself controlled.
Of course, that does nothing to stop him from being as mouthy as ever. ]
Seriously? You think now's the time for an introduction?! Save that stuff for l --
[ Maybe it's for the best that the the next shift of Midnight's hand has him hurriedly clapping a hand against his own mouth to stopper up the more syrupy noise that had started to escape him, and Fuuta squeezes his eye shut as he tries to calm himself down.
Too bad all his best efforts, taking slow breaths and counting in 3's in his head, still doesn't mask the way his entrance squeezes just a tighter around Midnight's finger, his legs tensing against that broad shoulder. It also doesn't do much to hide the way the front of his slacks start to tent as his blood starts to pump hotter. No, he won't willingly give a straight answer, but at least his body is a lot more honest in that regard. ]
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A part of him had been prepared for discomfort, but there just isn't any. There isn't even the usual, startling chill of lube or any friction, just the sensation of being entered; though Fuuta does still give a reflexive jerk, he can't even pretend to be uncomfortable when it just ... isn't. Even the slight pressure inside as Midnight curls his fingers just has his nerves simmering with a faint heat, and Fuuta has to hiss out his next exhale past clenched teeth to try and keep himself controlled.
Of course, that does nothing to stop him from being as mouthy as ever. ]
Seriously? You think now's the time for an introduction?! Save that stuff for l --
[ Maybe it's for the best that the the next shift of Midnight's hand has him hurriedly clapping a hand against his own mouth to stopper up the more syrupy noise that had started to escape him, and Fuuta squeezes his eye shut as he tries to calm himself down.
Too bad all his best efforts, taking slow breaths and counting in 3's in his head, still doesn't mask the way his entrance squeezes just a tighter around Midnight's finger, his legs tensing against that broad shoulder. It also doesn't do much to hide the way the front of his slacks start to tent as his blood starts to pump hotter. No, he won't willingly give a straight answer, but at least his body is a lot more honest in that regard. ]