[ wataru shivers at the way eichi sings his name; he carefully guides him in regardless, the water indeed cooler than the habitat outside, but not as cold as he might expect it to be—octopus tend to be fonder of warmer waters after all, though wataru prefers something less caribbean himself. he's at least honest in not letting him drown—he moves closer to a wall to lean against it, easier for eichi to perch himself on top of him. easier for his tentacles to hungrily slide up his legs, thighs, submerged in water and not as slow as they'd been on land.
wataru kisses him then, slow, easy, pulling away a moment later; not too far, pulse humming. ]
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wataru kisses him then, slow, easy, pulling away a moment later; not too far, pulse humming. ]
Comfortable?