[ the tentacles, encouraged, push deeper; wataru slowly lowers them both more into the cooler water, until they're both mostly submerged. the suckers pop at his skin where they squeeze and travel, pulling his legs open a little wider, and wataru hums softly, musically, happily. ]
You won't run away again? [ he nips a little harder. ] You won't go in that "tree" again, will you? Ei~chi.
[ another harder nip, on his collarbones, lips brushing the top of his breasts. ]
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You won't run away again? [ he nips a little harder. ] You won't go in that "tree" again, will you? Ei~chi.
[ another harder nip, on his collarbones, lips brushing the top of his breasts. ]