[ despite his complaints he thought about this, hm? wataru laughs, bubbly, and brushes their noses together, mmm. ]

I thought about you too— Eichi ♪ [ it locks then, even more than i had before, and he finally lets one tentacle slip inside him at long last, the other traveling a little further back to pucker at his ass. ] Oh? Oh, oh? Eichi, did you think about me before you met me, too? You said you heard a little about me, but enough to think...? ♪

[ he kisses him again instead of letting him answer, twisting his tentacle the way he remembers eichi likes it. happy noise, both sets of skin flushing—one in waves, one more permanent and creeping. ]