[ mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that hurts. wataru sucks in a breath, tentacles in eichi twisting together and the one being bitten thrashing slightly in his hand, though not hard enough to actually jerk from his grip. he holds him tightly, face pressed into his skin, and if angels could bruise eichi would have ones in the shape of suckers, of wataru's hands.
he seems to like it though, hot and hotter, and wataru noses his throat, nibbling at it again as a distraction from the curling, hurting tentacle being thoroughly devoured. like most octopus, it's chewy and a bit bland, though he has been in saltwater this whole time—it's probably a fair bit of that. despite his octopus lower half, the blood that begins to cloud the water is a deep, heavy red—
wataru does, after a bit, jerk his tentacle from eichi, the saltwater stinging even as what's left of it curls up. ]
N...Not too much, Eichi. You'll choke. [ probably. maybe. it does get thicker and thicker in circumference, matching his human-sized body. ] Did you like it..? ♪
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he seems to like it though, hot and hotter, and wataru noses his throat, nibbling at it again as a distraction from the curling, hurting tentacle being thoroughly devoured. like most octopus, it's chewy and a bit bland, though he has been in saltwater this whole time—it's probably a fair bit of that. despite his octopus lower half, the blood that begins to cloud the water is a deep, heavy red—
wataru does, after a bit, jerk his tentacle from eichi, the saltwater stinging even as what's left of it curls up. ]
N...Not too much, Eichi. You'll choke. [ probably. maybe. it does get thicker and thicker in circumference, matching his human-sized body. ] Did you like it..? ♪