Fuuta might not be thinking about it consciously, but his nerves light up the moment his tongue lathes over the head of Rin's cock, a hot bolt of sensation ripping down his spine when the slightest bead of pre-come lathes against his tongue -- however potent Rin's alpha pheromones might have been already, they come through exponentially in close proximity like this, and it's almost strong enough to overwhelm him entirely. All Fuuta can do for a moment is sit there breathing heavily through his nose, saliva pooling wet and hot in his mouth as he purses his lips around the girth of Rin's cock ... fighting back the urge to immediately take Rin's cock in as deep as he can.
As is, he ends up giving a long, muffled groan, the noise vibrating through his mouth and humming through to Rin's cock with the way he has his tongue pressed up against its underside. Every breath he takes grants him another dose of those delectable alpha pheromones, and it grows increasingly difficult to think straight with each passing moment -- enough that he considers giving up entirely. After all, what's the point in thinking, when he has everything he could possible want right here before him?
His hands had been nervously clenched into the fabric of his sweatpants, but they jump up the next moment, lurching forth to grab at Rin's thighs so he can better anchor himself while easing his head forth. And accompanying that, Rin gets her wish -- Fuuta looks up at her with his visible eye wide, gauging her for a reaction as he carefully eases eases her length deeper into his mouth, encroaching into the tight squeeze of his throat. Rin must be able to feel the tight pull of suction around the head of her cock when Fuuta takes a halting breath, then swallows, letting his entire mouth pull taut and warm around as much of her cock he's managed to fit in so far. ]
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Fuuta might not be thinking about it consciously, but his nerves light up the moment his tongue lathes over the head of Rin's cock, a hot bolt of sensation ripping down his spine when the slightest bead of pre-come lathes against his tongue -- however potent Rin's alpha pheromones might have been already, they come through exponentially in close proximity like this, and it's almost strong enough to overwhelm him entirely. All Fuuta can do for a moment is sit there breathing heavily through his nose, saliva pooling wet and hot in his mouth as he purses his lips around the girth of Rin's cock ... fighting back the urge to immediately take Rin's cock in as deep as he can.
As is, he ends up giving a long, muffled groan, the noise vibrating through his mouth and humming through to Rin's cock with the way he has his tongue pressed up against its underside. Every breath he takes grants him another dose of those delectable alpha pheromones, and it grows increasingly difficult to think straight with each passing moment -- enough that he considers giving up entirely. After all, what's the point in thinking, when he has everything he could possible want right here before him?
His hands had been nervously clenched into the fabric of his sweatpants, but they jump up the next moment, lurching forth to grab at Rin's thighs so he can better anchor himself while easing his head forth. And accompanying that, Rin gets her wish -- Fuuta looks up at her with his visible eye wide, gauging her for a reaction as he carefully eases eases her length deeper into his mouth, encroaching into the tight squeeze of his throat. Rin must be able to feel the tight pull of suction around the head of her cock when Fuuta takes a halting breath, then swallows, letting his entire mouth pull taut and warm around as much of her cock he's managed to fit in so far. ]