( what persuades him most of all is the way wataru sings his name in return— he kisses back with warmer breaths, between each kiss notes that weave into a shuddering song, in the same angelic language he'd used before he'd known wataru was listening their first meeting.
he'd been half-hard already by the time wataru's started stroking him, and he presses into wataru's hand a little desperately— more desperately against the tentacle, as if to grind down against it, his song twisting into the melody of a whine (and somewhere in there seems to be wataru's name), fingers digging into wataru's skin; not to harm him, but it doesn't seem he takes to teasing well - or he takes to it too well - wanting so badly his pleasure now. )
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he'd been half-hard already by the time wataru's started stroking him, and he presses into wataru's hand a little desperately— more desperately against the tentacle, as if to grind down against it, his song twisting into the melody of a whine (and somewhere in there seems to be wataru's name), fingers digging into wataru's skin; not to harm him, but it doesn't seem he takes to teasing well - or he takes to it too well - wanting so badly his pleasure now. )