[ enticingly warm, strange... hmm, a little like slurping up the insides of oysters and other mussels. wataru doesn't answer at first, busy burying his face into eichi's shoulder to gather more and let it sit in his mouth, and when he does speak it leaks a little, from the edge of his lips, because no one ever told him not to talk with his mouth full, ]

You are! Satisfying, Mama...♪ I wonder if the children taste half as good, [ an idle afterthought, but one he doesn't seem very committed to; he likes the idea of little things swimming (flying?) around, it seems Fun. ] Should I give you a taste of yourself..? Mama, Mama, say "ah".

[ regardless of if eichi does, wataru's kissing him and pressing his tongue against his lips to force some warm, melty angel in him. he... does have extra limbs to help this happen too, should the kissing thing not work, but this is his preferred way. for the moment. ]