[ Oh god. Oh god. He really just came from getting his chest fondled.
On his end, Fuuta barely even hears Aak's delighted yammering at first, his thoughts spinning wildly as he tries to process the fact that he just orgasmed from getting fucking milked. It's bad enough that the aftershock of climax leaves his brain running sluggish, his body heavy, but also -- oh god. His shoulders shift with a wobbly breath before Fuuta stiffly tries to crane his head away from Aak's nuzzling; some of the contents of one the cups sloshes out, dotting the bedsheet beneath them as he half-heartedly elbows Aak to try and put a little distance between them. Too bad he still can't really muster the strength to sit up, leaving him tangled up in Aak's arms even as he mumbles, ]
Shut up -- let go. [ The words come tight and wobbly; he definitely sounds a little bit like he maaaaybe might cry. ] It's not ... It's not like I meant to -- it's only 'cause you suddenly --
[ He's so mortified he wants to shrivel up and disappear, and that embarrassment translates into a choked hiccough before he abandons the cups on the bed; if one tips over, spilling its contents on the bed, that's no longer his problem. ]
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On his end, Fuuta barely even hears Aak's delighted yammering at first, his thoughts spinning wildly as he tries to process the fact that he just orgasmed from getting fucking milked. It's bad enough that the aftershock of climax leaves his brain running sluggish, his body heavy, but also -- oh god. His shoulders shift with a wobbly breath before Fuuta stiffly tries to crane his head away from Aak's nuzzling; some of the contents of one the cups sloshes out, dotting the bedsheet beneath them as he half-heartedly elbows Aak to try and put a little distance between them. Too bad he still can't really muster the strength to sit up, leaving him tangled up in Aak's arms even as he mumbles, ]
Shut up -- let go. [ The words come tight and wobbly; he definitely sounds a little bit like he maaaaybe might cry. ] It's not ... It's not like I meant to -- it's only 'cause you suddenly --
[ He's so mortified he wants to shrivel up and disappear, and that embarrassment translates into a choked hiccough before he abandons the cups on the bed; if one tips over, spilling its contents on the bed, that's no longer his problem. ]
-- I'm leaving. Let go.