( eichi had fallen entirely in love with having wataru; or, at least, he looked like it with how quickly and eagerly he ate, and how flushed and loving his gaze was, his gaze unfocused as if drunk. he'd run his tongue along the bitten wound, fondly licking up the blood that flowed heavy from it, dribbling down his chin and polluting the water.
when he didn't bite off chunks, he liked to chew off the suckers best of all, like teething off the topping from a dessert, and he liked to let his teeth tear vertical along the smooth side, and dig his tongue into the open wounds, tear them deeper and wider until he'd torn a new piece off.
angels might be able to bruise, and that much they'd probably see the results of soon enough; and if angels could puur, eichi would be purring— and he does, in a sense: a deep rumbling hum drips from his lips as he eats; one of deep, gluttonous satisfaction.
he hadn't any regard for how thick wataru's tentacles were getting as he ate further along them, and really might have choked if he'd kept going— and he would have, too. eichi, who was not normally prone to force, gripped the tentacle tightly as it finally jerked free and receded, as if stubborn to let go.
it's wataru's voice that seems to bring him back, though his somewhat drunken demeanor remains. )
... Mmmh... I do... I haven't tasted anything better... ♪ ( he noses his bloodied lips against wataru's hair, wrapping his arms around wataru's shoulders. ) Won't you let me have a little bit more...? Wa~ta~ru... ♡ ... Unless...
( he says, but he swallows, and instead presses a hand gently against the back of wataru's head, into his neck where he'd felt wataru teething him. he exhales a warm, shuddering breath of anticipation, his insides constricting around wataru's tentacles deep in him. )
Unless Papa would rather have his turn now...? Mmh, just don't take too much warmth from the child... ♪
( any hesitation he'd had about it just a little while prior, or that'd driven him to go into the tree, seem to have been washed away, at least for now. he's in a very, very good mood. )
no subject
when he didn't bite off chunks, he liked to chew off the suckers best of all, like teething off the topping from a dessert, and he liked to let his teeth tear vertical along the smooth side, and dig his tongue into the open wounds, tear them deeper and wider until he'd torn a new piece off.
angels might be able to bruise, and that much they'd probably see the results of soon enough; and if angels could puur, eichi would be purring— and he does, in a sense: a deep rumbling hum drips from his lips as he eats; one of deep, gluttonous satisfaction.
he hadn't any regard for how thick wataru's tentacles were getting as he ate further along them, and really might have choked if he'd kept going— and he would have, too. eichi, who was not normally prone to force, gripped the tentacle tightly as it finally jerked free and receded, as if stubborn to let go.
it's wataru's voice that seems to bring him back, though his somewhat drunken demeanor remains. )
... Mmmh... I do... I haven't tasted anything better... ♪ ( he noses his bloodied lips against wataru's hair, wrapping his arms around wataru's shoulders. ) Won't you let me have a little bit more...? Wa~ta~ru... ♡ ... Unless...
( he says, but he swallows, and instead presses a hand gently against the back of wataru's head, into his neck where he'd felt wataru teething him. he exhales a warm, shuddering breath of anticipation, his insides constricting around wataru's tentacles deep in him. )
Unless Papa would rather have his turn now...? Mmh, just don't take too much warmth from the child... ♪
( any hesitation he'd had about it just a little while prior, or that'd driven him to go into the tree, seem to have been washed away, at least for now. he's in a very, very good mood. )