[ Normally he'd scoff at anyone calling him 'hot.' Even Rin, he usually knows, is really only saying that to annoy him -- he knows what he is, he knows that word doesn't apply to him. But right now ... while it's not like he really believes it, he's also not thinking straight enough to doubt it. 'You're so good,' Rin rasps in that throatier tone of voice, and the dopamine rush of approval spikes through his brain like a hammerblow before pouring hot down his spine.
There's the lewd squelch of spit and suction when Rin pulls back, followed by a short, guttural noise when she pushes back in. His throat quivers and squeezes tighter when Fuuta briefly chokes and tries to cough, but even that physiological resistance is quick to subside. Having his mouth so full of the taste of her is making his head feel fuzzy, every muscles in his body starting to relax in the syrupy heat, and Rin's next thrust is met with only indulgent, wet heat coiled tight around her.
... it feels good? It feels really good, getting to feel her like this. But also, it's not quite enough.
Fuuta had let a hand drift away from Rin's thigh, reaching down to hastily shove under the waistband of his underwear to paw at his own erection, pre-cum slicking his fingers. But after a moment, he finds his hand drifting lower, down his shaft and past his balls. Wanting to go lower still. His hand can't quite reach comfortably though, so ... After a huffed breath, Fuuta abruptly ducks his head in, shoulders hunched. Rin's cock is suddenly pressed fully into his throat, his lips suctioned tight near the root, as he frantically presses fingertips into himself. His entire body shudders in relief, the vibrations transmitting right through to Rin's length. -- here. His body aches to have Rin here. ]
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There's the lewd squelch of spit and suction when Rin pulls back, followed by a short, guttural noise when she pushes back in. His throat quivers and squeezes tighter when Fuuta briefly chokes and tries to cough, but even that physiological resistance is quick to subside. Having his mouth so full of the taste of her is making his head feel fuzzy, every muscles in his body starting to relax in the syrupy heat, and Rin's next thrust is met with only indulgent, wet heat coiled tight around her.
... it feels good? It feels really good, getting to feel her like this. But also, it's not quite enough.
Fuuta had let a hand drift away from Rin's thigh, reaching down to hastily shove under the waistband of his underwear to paw at his own erection, pre-cum slicking his fingers. But after a moment, he finds his hand drifting lower, down his shaft and past his balls. Wanting to go lower still. His hand can't quite reach comfortably though, so ... After a huffed breath, Fuuta abruptly ducks his head in, shoulders hunched. Rin's cock is suddenly pressed fully into his throat, his lips suctioned tight near the root, as he frantically presses fingertips into himself. His entire body shudders in relief, the vibrations transmitting right through to Rin's length. -- here. His body aches to have Rin here. ]