[The desperate need that washes over Fuuta and displays so clearly on his face gets to her. It sends a jolt of excitement down her spine that strikes hard at her core. Rin's own desire burns hot — the initial embers sparked earlier are stoked to a true flame as leans in to place a brief kiss against Fuuta's lips.
Once she pulls back her hand falls from his face and rests on his shoulder. A bit of pressure is placed on him as her blue eyes settle on that muddy green gaze of his. The haze that glazes over his eyes makes her blood run hot, and she feels an unfamiliar twitch in the muscles hidden by the cotton fabric that still holds her back.]
Can you use your mouth this time? I know I don't taste great, but... You look good when you look up. I want to see it.
[Something inside her yearns to fill him. To cover him in her scent and leave every last inch of him marked. She wants him dripping in her, stretched around her, leaking from her... Fuck, even just imagining it has her needing to restrain herself from pushing him down and burying herself inside him. What new noises will he make for her? She has to know.]
[ Rin has a dick. Why does Rin have a d -- it's this fucking game, isn't it. This game gave her a dick. So it doesn't count that it's so big. Bigger than him, probably, judging by the way the fabric of her underwear's stretched against it? Yeah, that doesn't mean anything at all, that the shape of her looks so ... daunting. -- not in a bad way! Just ...
-- whatever word he might have been searching for to cap off that sentence escapes from his mind when Rin's lips feather against his once more, and Fuuta has to blink little flickers of light out of his eyes. It's anticipation, he thinks, a heady sort of excitement that's making his legs weak, and he ends up sinking to his knees without much protest when that hand presses down at his shoulder. ]
Fine? Sure. S-since you asked properly ...
[ He's trying to answer as coolly as possible, but that's not very cool at all when he can feel his heart hammering away in his chest, his pulse almost echoing in his ears. And even if he scowls up at Rin, the furrow of his brow isn't enough to offset the furious blush to his cheeks -- and the way his visible eye widens when he tugs down the fabric of her panties and her erection springs free.
Embarrassingly, all he can do for a moment is stare in obvious awe, parted lips pursing just so he can swallow thickly. Then Fuuta closes his eye as he acts on instinct -- craning his head up and opening his mouth, the heat of his tongue dragging a short ways up the underside of her length before the warmth of his mouth encloses around the flushed tip. ]
[Did she ask properly? Rin thinks her request was actually a little rough, but perhaps the praise smoothed it over. Not that Fuuta gives her much chance to think it over. The moment the heat of his tongue drags slick over her underside she swears her knees threaten to buckle. The wholly new sensation causes her eyes to roll slightly, but the moment his lips encase her properly they snap open wide.
Rin's spin goes ramrod straight as her muscles flex with tension. Eager to touch Fuuta in return, she reaches her hands out to place atop his fiery red locks. It's a shame he closed his eye. Having that dingy grey-green look up at her with his mouth full of her would very likely make her melt all over again...
Gently, experimentally, she leans into him a little. The slightest and most restrained push she can manage to inch just a little more of herself inside his hot, welcoming mouth. Selfishness crawls across her skin like an itch. Feeding her desire to hold his head still and buck into the back of his throat. However from now she holds back. Simply enjoying being inside him like she had been invited to paradise.]
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. ]
[It's so much. The need to mark him, have him, claim him overtakes her. "What's the point in thinking," indeed. Rin worries at her bottom lip as Fuuta takes her in further than intended. His throat adding pressure she didn't even dream of. The sensation grips her so thoroughly it makes looking at him clearly almost impossible. Yet she's able to keep her eyes open just enough to see him gaze up at her. That muddled grey-green peering at her almost makes her legs give out.]
You look so hot like this. You're so good... I want you. I want more...
[Her hips jerk forward — briefly pressing further into his throat before pulling back. Rin's hands grip fistfuls of his hair, but she doesn't tug. Instead she simply holds onto him as if he were her anchor and this lust a stormy sea they must both weather out. At first she only fucks him in short, shallow thrusts. Not fast, but still at a pace where it's clear she cannot handle being especially slow. The desire twists her expression with tension and yearning.]
Fuuta... [His name falls from her lips. Somewhere between a possessive growl and a desperate whine.]
[ 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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Once she pulls back her hand falls from his face and rests on his shoulder. A bit of pressure is placed on him as her blue eyes settle on that muddy green gaze of his. The haze that glazes over his eyes makes her blood run hot, and she feels an unfamiliar twitch in the muscles hidden by the cotton fabric that still holds her back.]
Can you use your mouth this time? I know I don't taste great, but... You look good when you look up. I want to see it.
[Something inside her yearns to fill him. To cover him in her scent and leave every last inch of him marked. She wants him dripping in her, stretched around her, leaking from her... Fuck, even just imagining it has her needing to restrain herself from pushing him down and burying herself inside him. What new noises will he make for her? She has to know.]
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-- whatever word he might have been searching for to cap off that sentence escapes from his mind when Rin's lips feather against his once more, and Fuuta has to blink little flickers of light out of his eyes. It's anticipation, he thinks, a heady sort of excitement that's making his legs weak, and he ends up sinking to his knees without much protest when that hand presses down at his shoulder. ]
Fine? Sure. S-since you asked properly ...
[ He's trying to answer as coolly as possible, but that's not very cool at all when he can feel his heart hammering away in his chest, his pulse almost echoing in his ears. And even if he scowls up at Rin, the furrow of his brow isn't enough to offset the furious blush to his cheeks -- and the way his visible eye widens when he tugs down the fabric of her panties and her erection springs free.
Embarrassingly, all he can do for a moment is stare in obvious awe, parted lips pursing just so he can swallow thickly. Then Fuuta closes his eye as he acts on instinct -- craning his head up and opening his mouth, the heat of his tongue dragging a short ways up the underside of her length before the warmth of his mouth encloses around the flushed tip. ]
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Rin's spin goes ramrod straight as her muscles flex with tension. Eager to touch Fuuta in return, she reaches her hands out to place atop his fiery red locks. It's a shame he closed his eye. Having that dingy grey-green look up at her with his mouth full of her would very likely make her melt all over again...
Gently, experimentally, she leans into him a little. The slightest and most restrained push she can manage to inch just a little more of herself inside his hot, welcoming mouth. Selfishness crawls across her skin like an itch. Feeding her desire to hold his head still and buck into the back of his throat. However from now she holds back. Simply enjoying being inside him like she had been invited to paradise.]
Haaaaaaaaah, you feel pretty good...
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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. ]
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[It's so much. The need to mark him, have him, claim him overtakes her. "What's the point in thinking," indeed. Rin worries at her bottom lip as Fuuta takes her in further than intended. His throat adding pressure she didn't even dream of. The sensation grips her so thoroughly it makes looking at him clearly almost impossible. Yet she's able to keep her eyes open just enough to see him gaze up at her. That muddled grey-green peering at her almost makes her legs give out.]
You look so hot like this. You're so good... I want you. I want more...
[Her hips jerk forward — briefly pressing further into his throat before pulling back. Rin's hands grip fistfuls of his hair, but she doesn't tug. Instead she simply holds onto him as if he were her anchor and this lust a stormy sea they must both weather out. At first she only fucks him in short, shallow thrusts. Not fast, but still at a pace where it's clear she cannot handle being especially slow. The desire twists her expression with tension and yearning.]
Fuuta... [His name falls from her lips. Somewhere between a possessive growl and a desperate whine.]
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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. ]