[ He still has his eyes closed -- in part because the prospect of meeting Midnight's eyes in this compromising position is too much to handle, and in part so he can better block out the fact that they're in public -- and so Fuuta doesn't see the shift in position coming. As a result, he ends up making some undignified, breathless noise like a squeaky toy that's gotten stepped on when his legs are hitched up and that touch inside him crooks into a new angle. ]
Ah, wai -- nnh! [ His protests cut off into a low whine as the pad of that intrusive finger rubs up against the sensitive spot inside him. It earns a hard shudder and a jolt before he gathers his senses enough to grab at Midnight -- shirt, sleeve, arm, whatever he can reach -- with his free hand and tug. His words come muffled past the hand still pressed to his mouth as he hastily rasps, ] -- that's gotta be enough. For the dice.
[ It's mortifying enough getting turned out like this in public. It feels like things can get dangerous if this goes on for much longer. ]
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Ah, wai -- nnh! [ His protests cut off into a low whine as the pad of that intrusive finger rubs up against the sensitive spot inside him. It earns a hard shudder and a jolt before he gathers his senses enough to grab at Midnight -- shirt, sleeve, arm, whatever he can reach -- with his free hand and tug. His words come muffled past the hand still pressed to his mouth as he hastily rasps, ] -- that's gotta be enough. For the dice.
[ It's mortifying enough getting turned out like this in public. It feels like things can get dangerous if this goes on for much longer. ]