( he intends to articulate a reply within a reasonable frame of time, but, ah, it feels— strange, in some way he can't articulate, with wataru playing with his chest and his tentacle pressing in. it was just kind of weird at first, maybe a little bumpy along the underside of it, but the deeper wataru pushes the thicker the tentacle is, and . . . )
... T... that you were chatty, and amicable, despite everything, and...
( his fingers tangling in wataru's hair, he leans over wataru's shoulder, allowing him full access to his neck, which feels warmer where wataru's lips brushed it. he ... feels himself getting a little harder between wataru's fingers, and between his legs, where it's faintly noticeable through his chemise, and ... it's probably growing gradually wetter around his tentacle if still a little tight, especially if it twists or turns, and eichi spreads himself with his fingers a little wider, as if to make up for it.
it's weird, for sure, but not in a ... bad way, he thinks, and gradually his wings seem to relax again, his halo slowing its rotation. )
... You never failed their expectations... ( he exhales, his breath uneven. ) My track record, in comparison— much to be desired, so I...
( ... envied him, too. he had wondered what sort of creature could be so perfect by design, and yet, what he sees here is ...
it's not what wataru is, maybe, he'd determined upon meeting him. it's not as if this creature is the pinnacle of scientific achievement, but— intrinsically, there was something about wataru; something besides just his physical form that makes him impressive, which )
... I'm not... ( he ... presses his lips against wataru's shoulder, letting his teeth drag light against his skin. ) ... I'm not disappointed. Please let me see more and more of you, until I've had my fill . . . Wataru ♪
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( he intends to articulate a reply within a reasonable frame of time, but, ah, it feels— strange, in some way he can't articulate, with wataru playing with his chest and his tentacle pressing in. it was just kind of weird at first, maybe a little bumpy along the underside of it, but the deeper wataru pushes the thicker the tentacle is, and . . . )
... T... that you were chatty, and amicable, despite everything, and...
( his fingers tangling in wataru's hair, he leans over wataru's shoulder, allowing him full access to his neck, which feels warmer where wataru's lips brushed it. he ... feels himself getting a little harder between wataru's fingers, and between his legs, where it's faintly noticeable through his chemise, and ... it's probably growing gradually wetter around his tentacle if still a little tight, especially if it twists or turns, and eichi spreads himself with his fingers a little wider, as if to make up for it.
it's weird, for sure, but not in a ... bad way, he thinks, and gradually his wings seem to relax again, his halo slowing its rotation. )
... You never failed their expectations... ( he exhales, his breath uneven. ) My track record, in comparison— much to be desired, so I...
( ... envied him, too. he had wondered what sort of creature could be so perfect by design, and yet, what he sees here is ...
it's not what wataru is, maybe, he'd determined upon meeting him. it's not as if this creature is the pinnacle of scientific achievement, but— intrinsically, there was something about wataru; something besides just his physical form that makes him impressive, which )
... I'm not... ( he ... presses his lips against wataru's shoulder, letting his teeth drag light against his skin. ) ... I'm not disappointed. Please let me see more and more of you, until I've had my fill . . . Wataru ♪