( eichi should, and he knows it, say something about limits. he should at least say something to ensure wataru doesn't get teethy a second time, or press something inside him again, or . . .
he really should, but it's kind of dull to sit someone down and try to explain the things you do and don't really like, in particular when you don't entirely dislike the things you say you don't like, and he's kind of felt warm and dripping between his legs since wataru carried him here, and he kind of really wants to do everything again, and, despite the stomach now, he really in particular liked the thing where wataru reached really deep inside him, so, he really can't be blamed for just
he tugs wataru's hand up, wetting his lips around the bone at the corner of his wrist. he guesses he can at least understand wataru's desire to bite, because eichi feels a little bit of that too, though, he thinks, for maybe different reasons. )
. . . I'd like that ♪ ( he drags his lips along wataru's palm, letting his tongue drag along the fingers, a faint press of teeth to skin, ) Besides, mm, if you're so intent on children ( plural, ) . . . They said they don't know how many took to me, so... There's no harm being a little more certain, is there?
( being horny definitely clouds his judgment, but also, his stomach has been kind of annoying, and he's felt a little unwell (though that could easily be a side effect of the reconstruction they had to do to him), but this isn't ... the worst, if this is what having children is, petty as he'd felt about how their first encounter ended.
and, if anything, he'd quite liked the way wataru seemed to have fussed over this and that for him— grown so fond if only because of that first encounter. eichi isn't so privileged that he can choose how he's valued; if this is what it takes for wataru to like him, he supposes he doesn't mind. )
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( eichi should, and he knows it, say something about limits. he should at least say something to ensure wataru doesn't get teethy a second time, or press something inside him again, or . . .
he really should, but it's kind of dull to sit someone down and try to explain the things you do and don't really like, in particular when you don't entirely dislike the things you say you don't like, and he's kind of felt warm and dripping between his legs since wataru carried him here, and he kind of really wants to do everything again, and, despite the stomach now, he really in particular liked the thing where wataru reached really deep inside him, so, he really can't be blamed for just
he tugs wataru's hand up, wetting his lips around the bone at the corner of his wrist. he guesses he can at least understand wataru's desire to bite, because eichi feels a little bit of that too, though, he thinks, for maybe different reasons. )
. . . I'd like that ♪ ( he drags his lips along wataru's palm, letting his tongue drag along the fingers, a faint press of teeth to skin, ) Besides, mm, if you're so intent on children ( plural, ) . . . They said they don't know how many took to me, so... There's no harm being a little more certain, is there?
( being horny definitely clouds his judgment, but also, his stomach has been kind of annoying, and he's felt a little unwell (though that could easily be a side effect of the reconstruction they had to do to him), but this isn't ... the worst, if this is what having children is, petty as he'd felt about how their first encounter ended.
and, if anything, he'd quite liked the way wataru seemed to have fussed over this and that for him— grown so fond if only because of that first encounter. eichi isn't so privileged that he can choose how he's valued; if this is what it takes for wataru to like him, he supposes he doesn't mind. )