[ that eagerness is exciting, wonderful, encouraging; better than the colder reception he'd seen, with eichi in a tree too far for him to reach without slinging a tentacle up with all his might. wataru rubs his thumb over the tip of him, humming happily but otherwise his pace is slow.
forcibly, if how his tentacles contract around eichi's legs and tremble against him, wanting to go sooner like before but hardly, hardly allowed to. he plays with him more, another wriggling its way to join the party but still, still, only teasing, sliding between his folds but not going in properly. wetting itself first the smooth topside and then the suckered side, no doubt a strange sensation to have rub nearly there but not quite. ]
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forcibly, if how his tentacles contract around eichi's legs and tremble against him, wanting to go sooner like before but hardly, hardly allowed to. he plays with him more, another wriggling its way to join the party but still, still, only teasing, sliding between his folds but not going in properly. wetting itself first the smooth topside and then the suckered side, no doubt a strange sensation to have rub nearly there but not quite. ]