( little pained gasps cut off his breathing with every particularly sharp bite, hurt and pleasure crossing wires in his head again, all much less unpleasant now that he'd been anticipating it.

he makes a low sound, still lyrical despite the displeasure it expresses, when wataru asks for specifics. )

The child says— Papa is a bully.

( a bully!! terrible!! he rolls his head back this time and lets it expose his throat, favoring the shoulder opposite of the side wataru favors. he could feel his warmth ooze with his blood from the little wounds, and he shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but the more wataru denies him the more he can't help but lower his standards, bit by bit. )

Mama wants . . . Mmh— Mama wants Papa to eat him; the way— Mama ate him . . . The way he did it last time. Eat as much as he likes, down to the bone, until he can't eat anymore, and then...

( he swallows, running his tongue along his teeth, wataru's bland taste turning sweeter in the memory of it the longer eichi misses it. )

. . . And then, if Mama's too cold . . . Both Mama and the child— want you to push more warmth into him . . . okay? Mama loooves how Papa tastes in either mouth... ♡