( mmh,he was sort of getting into it as wataru was working his way down along his breast, and he's sort of disappointed when wataru stops, though he doesn't have a mind to protest in his state.
he's a little vague in registering what wataru says at first given he's a little distracted with other sensation, recognizing sensation better; how nice wataru's kisses feel (he thinks he really likes those, best on the lips), how his skin feels hot where wataru's suckers part from it, and how he regrets their going-- and how there's something at his mouth now. he opens his mouth for it a little greedily, before ... ah, a taste for him?
how curious.
forcing himself to focus a little more on his upper mouth more, he extracts a hand so he can take up the tentacle pressed against (or, well, in, since he'd mistakenly taken it in with other things in mind) his mouth, pressing the smooth end along his feverish cheek, as if to check for something-- he pauses, gaze a little half-lidded but a little more alert than before, and, mmmhh ... )
... You're a little cold... ( he runs his tongue along the length, this time for the salty taste. ) ... But I'd really like to know what you taste like, Wataru... ♪
( and it should perhaps seem odd he takes so easily to eating, but eichi doesn't explain it; instead he opens his mouth wide, and bites - tears - through the tentacle with his heavy breaths. it's the first time he's had something so rubbery, and so it isn't an easy snack, but -- ah, he lays his weight a little heavy against wataru again, a heat building in him around wataru's tentacles and his dick, his face a little more flush. it's a labored effort, and his wings stretch though partly submerged, but he seems to either like wataru, or simply like eating-- enough that it arouses him, and he doesn't seem intent on stopping yet, enamored with the novelty of the taste.. )
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he's a little vague in registering what wataru says at first given he's a little distracted with other sensation, recognizing sensation better; how nice wataru's kisses feel (he thinks he really likes those, best on the lips), how his skin feels hot where wataru's suckers part from it, and how he regrets their going-- and how there's something at his mouth now. he opens his mouth for it a little greedily, before ... ah, a taste for him?
how curious.
forcing himself to focus a little more on his upper mouth more, he extracts a hand so he can take up the tentacle pressed against (or, well, in, since he'd mistakenly taken it in with other things in mind) his mouth, pressing the smooth end along his feverish cheek, as if to check for something-- he pauses, gaze a little half-lidded but a little more alert than before, and, mmmhh ... )
... You're a little cold... ( he runs his tongue along the length, this time for the salty taste. ) ... But I'd really like to know what you taste like, Wataru... ♪
( and it should perhaps seem odd he takes so easily to eating, but eichi doesn't explain it; instead he opens his mouth wide, and bites - tears - through the tentacle with his heavy breaths. it's the first time he's had something so rubbery, and so it isn't an easy snack, but -- ah, he lays his weight a little heavy against wataru again, a heat building in him around wataru's tentacles and his dick, his face a little more flush. it's a labored effort, and his wings stretch though partly submerged, but he seems to either like wataru, or simply like eating-- enough that it arouses him, and he doesn't seem intent on stopping yet, enamored with the novelty of the taste.. )