[ something new, something exciting, and wataru lifts one hand to clean it off with his mouth; this is a different taste, too, one he hums appreciatively at. he isn't sure if it's better than how eichi tastes when he bites him (and he does nibble, a little, at eichi's too warm body, jaw and neck and shoulder, sucking at the skin), but it's good.
very good.
his tentacles retreat just a little in him, not all the way but more of making room for more of them to push in, taking advantage of the octopus' natural inclination to flexibility for the purpose of fitting into tight spaces. the one in his ass, at least, slips out and trails up his back the way it'd done before, rubbing between his wings as if to soothe him— ]
I love how you sound, [ wataru murmurs against his ear, pushing a hand through his hair loosely, ] when you do that, Eichi. Can you do it again..~?
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very good.
his tentacles retreat just a little in him, not all the way but more of making room for more of them to push in, taking advantage of the octopus' natural inclination to flexibility for the purpose of fitting into tight spaces. the one in his ass, at least, slips out and trails up his back the way it'd done before, rubbing between his wings as if to soothe him— ]
I love how you sound, [ wataru murmurs against his ear, pushing a hand through his hair loosely, ] when you do that, Eichi. Can you do it again..~?