( it feels weird but not in such a terrible way, it beginning to drive him a little wild to feel at the same time the sharp pleasure from how wataru teases his tip, and wataru sliding between his lips but refusing to go in, each twisting of the twisting of the suckered side against his tender skin a sharp spike in sensation. )
Are you— Are you toying with me? ( he says as he breaks again from the kiss, his words slurring together in the scrapped rhythm of a song. ) Wa~ta~ru . . .
( a plea, withdrawing a hand to reach between his legs, pressing the tentacle there deeper along its side, a shiver running down his spine when the suckered side brushes against his clit— but he doesn't push it in, despite his desperation, finding more value in wataru being the one to do it. )
M-mm... While I was gone— when I was whole, I thought about this— and I thought about you, even more than I had before, and— ah...
( while those thoughts were mixed, there's no need for specificity right now, exactly; there's no denying a lot of those thoughts were a little like this in nature.)
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Are you— Are you toying with me? ( he says as he breaks again from the kiss, his words slurring together in the scrapped rhythm of a song. ) Wa~ta~ru . . .
( a plea, withdrawing a hand to reach between his legs, pressing the tentacle there deeper along its side, a shiver running down his spine when the suckered side brushes against his clit— but he doesn't push it in, despite his desperation, finding more value in wataru being the one to do it. )
M-mm... While I was gone— when I was whole, I thought about this— and I thought about you, even more than I had before, and— ah...
( while those thoughts were mixed, there's no need for specificity right now, exactly; there's no denying a lot of those thoughts were a little like this in nature.)