( he's relieved, and genuinely so, that wataru seems receptive that they be close at all— or that, well, wataru evidently considers "playmates" close enough.
he is content to let wataru and his tentacles caress him, gradually growing used to their strange texture, and the sort of physical company they provide— well, normally he might describe another person's presence as "warmth," but wataru does not seem very warm, being of the sea, which is fine, he thinks; eichi himself has a temperature warmer than most, and so he can be enough for the both of them.
"something closer," mm, he'd just begun to consider if it's something he should explain, wataru's gone ahead and tried to answer it himself, it seems. )
Ah...
( the rainbow delights him, a bright contrast to the warmer tone of wataru's skin, and he wonders if it's because the skin down there is strange in sensation to wataru there.
he's never touched himself, really. he'd been exhausted by how scientists poked and prodded him, and how his physical form seemed to render him too high maintenance for social experiments anymore, that eichi had long since grown tired of his own body, and wanted little to do with it. he's seen how breeding goes, though, once or twice, and he wonders if it interferes with the results of the experiment to use what he knows to move things along, or— perhaps, even, avoid it, but... different and interesting, is it.
he guess he's a little bit curious.
his breathing seems to deepen as his gaze drops, and he ... lets his fingers run light the tentacle dipped beneath his chemise, slowly tracing its way up. )
... That makes me happy. Since... I think you're quite interesting as well. And, besides...
( he swallows as he reaches the tip of the tentacle, and ... tentatively, he encourages it in, spreading himself with his fingers when his fingers meet his skin. )
... You're... a popular topic among the scientists, so... ( mmh, his fingers curl loose into wataru's hair as he keeps his gaze down on the tentacle— a little bit embarrassed to look at wataru, and a little bit curious, too. ) . . . If you want to be closer, like this, we can.
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he is content to let wataru and his tentacles caress him, gradually growing used to their strange texture, and the sort of physical company they provide— well, normally he might describe another person's presence as "warmth," but wataru does not seem very warm, being of the sea, which is fine, he thinks; eichi himself has a temperature warmer than most, and so he can be enough for the both of them.
"something closer," mm, he'd just begun to consider if it's something he should explain, wataru's gone ahead and tried to answer it himself, it seems. )
Ah...
( the rainbow delights him, a bright contrast to the warmer tone of wataru's skin, and he wonders if it's because the skin down there is strange in sensation to wataru there.
he's never touched himself, really. he'd been exhausted by how scientists poked and prodded him, and how his physical form seemed to render him too high maintenance for social experiments anymore, that eichi had long since grown tired of his own body, and wanted little to do with it. he's seen how breeding goes, though, once or twice, and he wonders if it interferes with the results of the experiment to use what he knows to move things along, or— perhaps, even, avoid it, but... different and interesting, is it.
he guess he's a little bit curious.
his breathing seems to deepen as his gaze drops, and he ... lets his fingers run light the tentacle dipped beneath his chemise, slowly tracing its way up. )
... That makes me happy. Since... I think you're quite interesting as well. And, besides...
( he swallows as he reaches the tip of the tentacle, and ... tentatively, he encourages it in, spreading himself with his fingers when his fingers meet his skin. )
... You're... a popular topic among the scientists, so... ( mmh, his fingers curl loose into wataru's hair as he keeps his gaze down on the tentacle— a little bit embarrassed to look at wataru, and a little bit curious, too. ) . . . If you want to be closer, like this, we can.