( he means to kiss wataru back and he sort of does, but the more of him wataru digs deeper into him the harder it is for him to keep together, notes and moans spilling from his mouth into wataru's own as if in desperate offering, as if begging for more despite wataru has given him already-- desperate, desperate, for more and more touch, more and more affection.
he twists into the tentacle pushing too deep inside him, trying to get - ah, ah - needing so badly for both front and back to press against that spot, needing them to go deeper, feeling a building heat like a fever in him, mitigated only hardly by the water--
until he really does go deeper, and if eichi weren't submerged already wataru's hand and tentacle might be slicker from how he feels wataru go too deep, rubbing against something like and electric shock and going further-- he jerks back from the kiss as if desperate for air, his body trembling as his head hangs over watarru's shoulder, arms hugging him weakly there. )
W-Wataru-- It's, ah, Wataru, I'll--
( it hurts and his insides tighten around him wetter and warmer, as if to swallow him in because it feels so-- and it's even worse when he does because he feels the suckers pressing even harder against him when he does. ah, it's really, ah he can feel himself getting hotter and hotter from his belly, radiating outward, and he leans his weight more heavily against wataru, his breasts pressed against wataru's chest and squeezed tight by his tentacles, and he swallows, feeling himself building and building like a boiling pot, and )
Wataru<-i>--
( and even though he wants more, even though the whole of him squeezes more tightly around wataru's shape, his body trembles and jerks and wings arch out behind him as he comes with a pretty sound, his arms dripping sticky at wataru's shoulders, too warm to completely keep his shape. but even when he seems to fall limp and panting against wataru, the inside of him still contracts tight around him, painful for eichi and yet still heated-- he's still whimpering, still trembling, and the feathers of his wings fluff out where they're dry, halo whirring without reset. )
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he twists into the tentacle pushing too deep inside him, trying to get - ah, ah - needing so badly for both front and back to press against that spot, needing them to go deeper, feeling a building heat like a fever in him, mitigated only hardly by the water--
until he really does go deeper, and if eichi weren't submerged already wataru's hand and tentacle might be slicker from how he feels wataru go too deep, rubbing against something like and electric shock and going further-- he jerks back from the kiss as if desperate for air, his body trembling as his head hangs over watarru's shoulder, arms hugging him weakly there. )
W-Wataru-- It's, ah, Wataru, I'll--
( it hurts and his insides tighten around him wetter and warmer, as if to swallow him in because it feels so-- and it's even worse when he does because he feels the suckers pressing even harder against him when he does. ah, it's really, ah he can feel himself getting hotter and hotter from his belly, radiating outward, and he leans his weight more heavily against wataru, his breasts pressed against wataru's chest and squeezed tight by his tentacles, and he swallows, feeling himself building and building like a boiling pot, and )
Wataru<-i>--
( and even though he wants more, even though the whole of him squeezes more tightly around wataru's shape, his body trembles and jerks and wings arch out behind him as he comes with a pretty sound, his arms dripping sticky at wataru's shoulders, too warm to completely keep his shape. but even when he seems to fall limp and panting against wataru, the inside of him still contracts tight around him, painful for eichi and yet still heated-- he's still whimpering, still trembling, and the feathers of his wings fluff out where they're dry, halo whirring without reset. )