( for someone whose days typically consist of zero stimulation, this is already— approaching overwhelming.
he's aroused enough already by how wataru teases him, and so the tip is probably leaking, too. his eyes shut when wataru takes him in hand, both hands at once, but so gently unlike how the scientists jerk him, and his breath wavers into quicker shudders, the tentacle in him the greatest source of— feeling, washing over him in waves, his temperature faintly warmer.
he wonders if this is how his cohorts had felt, when some of them had been selected from experiments like these? as far as he was aware nothing very interesting ever came out of it, so they'd stopped using his generation for them, but... )
I'd... ( he swallows, feeling the tentacle curling around his cheek, and his eyes flutter open, half-lidded. ) I couldn't be happier, if you did.
( friends, ah, friends ... he takes his hand from the tentacle below, squeezing his legs instead around it, as if swallowing him deeper in, and brings up a finger to guide the tentacle between his lips again. )
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he's aroused enough already by how wataru teases him, and so the tip is probably leaking, too. his eyes shut when wataru takes him in hand, both hands at once, but so gently unlike how the scientists jerk him, and his breath wavers into quicker shudders, the tentacle in him the greatest source of— feeling, washing over him in waves, his temperature faintly warmer.
he wonders if this is how his cohorts had felt, when some of them had been selected from experiments like these? as far as he was aware nothing very interesting ever came out of it, so they'd stopped using his generation for them, but... )
I'd... ( he swallows, feeling the tentacle curling around his cheek, and his eyes flutter open, half-lidded. ) I couldn't be happier, if you did.
( friends, ah, friends ... he takes his hand from the tentacle below, squeezing his legs instead around it, as if swallowing him deeper in, and brings up a finger to guide the tentacle between his lips again. )