Fuuta's only excuse is that it's taking all of his focus just to keep himself from unraveling as Aak continues fondling his chest. How the hell was he supposed to pay attention to something like the guy's attitude? His jaw's clenched so hard it's bound to be sore tomorrow, eye squeezed shut, and Fuuta times his breaths to hold it when Aak's fingers knead most firmly into the sore, puffy swell of his chest. And just when he thinks he's acclimated to the rhythm of the motions, and can hold out until he's empty --
there's the pinch to his nipples right when he'd dropped his guard and starting exhaling.
The sensation that races through his nerves is electric, and so abrupt it's almost violent; his voice escapes in a choked moan before he can help himself, his teeth loosening from around that mouthful of sodden fabric as the heat in the pit of his stomach immediately hits a boiling point. And while, by some miracle, he doesn't drop those damn cups, that doesn't mean Aak gets to keep his floor dry.
The hard pinch of Aak's fingertips earns a spray of milk from each side as Fuuta shudders and doubles over, the tops of the cups crumpling in his shivering grasp. And below, the crotch of Fuuta's sweatpants dampen with an unmistakable stain, a fact that he can't even think to hide when he's still shuddering in the aftermath of such sudden orgasm. -- in fact, he hasn't even really processed the fact that he's come, his brain still catching up as he slumps a little into Aak's chest, his bones threatening to turn to jelly as his strength rapidly leaves him. ]
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Fuuta's only excuse is that it's taking all of his focus just to keep himself from unraveling as Aak continues fondling his chest. How the hell was he supposed to pay attention to something like the guy's attitude? His jaw's clenched so hard it's bound to be sore tomorrow, eye squeezed shut, and Fuuta times his breaths to hold it when Aak's fingers knead most firmly into the sore, puffy swell of his chest. And just when he thinks he's acclimated to the rhythm of the motions, and can hold out until he's empty --
there's the pinch to his nipples right when he'd dropped his guard and starting exhaling.
The sensation that races through his nerves is electric, and so abrupt it's almost violent; his voice escapes in a choked moan before he can help himself, his teeth loosening from around that mouthful of sodden fabric as the heat in the pit of his stomach immediately hits a boiling point. And while, by some miracle, he doesn't drop those damn cups, that doesn't mean Aak gets to keep his floor dry.
The hard pinch of Aak's fingertips earns a spray of milk from each side as Fuuta shudders and doubles over, the tops of the cups crumpling in his shivering grasp. And below, the crotch of Fuuta's sweatpants dampen with an unmistakable stain, a fact that he can't even think to hide when he's still shuddering in the aftermath of such sudden orgasm. -- in fact, he hasn't even really processed the fact that he's come, his brain still catching up as he slumps a little into Aak's chest, his bones threatening to turn to jelly as his strength rapidly leaves him. ]