[ he doesn't want to pass out again. wataru's tentacles follow eichi as he lifts him a little, passing over his appendages to nibble his breasts and trace the tip of them with his tongue. fascinating, soft, warm... not as warm now but, warm... ]

I'll try. [ a fair promise, he thinks, not having to fight instinct as much right now— he tilts his head back up, kisses eichi's neck, slow. ] Mm, the mother should be the one eating anyway, shouldn't he? I wonder what he wants... A taste of the father, maybe? Mommy, do you want that? ♪

[ one of the tentacles around his breast pulls off, presses against eichi's mouth instead, caresses his lips with its tip. ]