[ what a beautiful noise, a beautiful sound, a beautiful creature. maybe the most beautiful—he's never had anything to measure eichi against, though, even with all he's seen none of them come close to this, and he pushes further into him, hurried to hit that point where it seemed like he shouldn't go and then some, and then some... the tentacle at his ass, slick with the sea water and eichi's own wetness, slides in, too, a little more gentle, exploratory, and two more wrap up his chest and curl around his breasts to squeeze them.
given his hands are occupied, one to hold him and the other to stroke him harder, a little rougher as he returns the fevered kisses, humming eichi's name against his skin. ]
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given his hands are occupied, one to hold him and the other to stroke him harder, a little rougher as he returns the fevered kisses, humming eichi's name against his skin. ]