[Of course it hurts. This is definitely a lot to take in, literally and metaphorically. Douman's whole body feels like its on fire, the blossoming of pain below from being filled past their limits is nothing short of divine. As if to distract themselves, the priest moves to kiss Fukuda, teeth biting down on the lower lip.]
[At the question, they let out a low growl, lips drawn back in a semblance of a snarl.]
Omi...Fukuda...this is...everything. Nnn...nnnn. Fill me both, why don't you. Ahaha.
[I hate that horny clown icon is "Tartaglia." Crystal you uploaded these after the game started you knew Childe was here.
Anyway, Fukuda isn't saying more. Between the kiss and the demands, he's either very focused or very distracted depending on your perspective on things. He doesn't have Omi's smoothness, or either of their stamina, so he's just trying to keep moving at a reasonable pace, fingers digging into Douman's shoulders just as a steadying point.
He really is a man who is entirely out of his depth in a situation he spoke into existence, and he's groaning softly, muffled against Douman's neck.]
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[At the question, they let out a low growl, lips drawn back in a semblance of a snarl.]
Omi...Fukuda...this is...everything. Nnn...nnnn. Fill me both, why don't you. Ahaha.
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[Spoken like a promise, fingers clenching into their hips as he increases his own pace. More, faster, fill- he can do that for them and he will.
Is this more than they can take? Omi doesn't think so.]
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Anyway, Fukuda isn't saying more. Between the kiss and the demands, he's either very focused or very distracted depending on your perspective on things. He doesn't have Omi's smoothness, or either of their stamina, so he's just trying to keep moving at a reasonable pace, fingers digging into Douman's shoulders just as a steadying point.
He really is a man who is entirely out of his depth in a situation he spoke into existence, and he's groaning softly, muffled against Douman's neck.]