[ it enters easily, set on exploring the new area gently, even though wataru likes eichi's voice, likes talking to him— but he focuses his mouth in sucking on his skin, pressing him down. just, gently, the tentacle at his back something for him to rest on in lieu of the hard rock or falling straight into the water. the one between his legs slips out almost entirely, then back in—rhythmic with the false waves beside them, not too fast and not too slow. it goes deeper though, eager, and
wataru, eager, too, slides his thumb across the tip when he goes up. ah, ah, what an interesting feeling... he pulls his hand away just a moment, pulls his lips away, to lick his hand and ah, mm, ah. little noises like that, that he buries into his neck again, as he returns his hand back to its position. it's a little harder, his strokes, out of pace with his tentacle, one more conscious than the other. ]
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wataru, eager, too, slides his thumb across the tip when he goes up. ah, ah, what an interesting feeling... he pulls his hand away just a moment, pulls his lips away, to lick his hand and ah, mm, ah. little noises like that, that he buries into his neck again, as he returns his hand back to its position. it's a little harder, his strokes, out of pace with his tentacle, one more conscious than the other. ]