( he trembles - shivers at the feeling of wataru burying himself into his shoulder, his arm gradually feeling numb. it's less in the pins and needles way and more a sensation like sudden decay; gradually losing feeling, strength, on one side, and his grip along that arm weakens— though not severed, still.
it should alarm him more, but it's something that only some slightly more conscious part of him keeps track of at the back of his mind, the better part of him occupied by wataru's mouth on him, wataru's teeth in him, wataru saying he's satisfying, wataru
wait,
his lips part to form some kind of protest to the remark about the children, but it's a tragically-timed attempt with how wataru comes to kiss him. there's an initial, startled resistance, where he instinctively begins to pull back, but when the warmth (his own warmth) presses against his tongue from wataru's he hesitates, one part morbid curiosity and one part morbidly touched by the genuity of the gesture.
he's never tasted himself, and he doesn't know why wataru wants him to try it (should he have wataru taste a bit of himself sometime, too? ah, that seems like fun), but now that it's in his mouth he considers that he doesn't taste like other angels taste; or, maybe, your own taste tastes different to yourself? just as your voice sounds different to you.
a little voracious, he presses a kiss back against wataru - no tentacles required - tongue running along wataru's lips, their tastes mingling together in eichi's mouth . . . ah, he likes that; it doesn't make for a good taste, but he likes the thought of it, likes how it makes him feel. he doesn't understand wataru at all, but he likes all these strange things they're doing, things he'd never even thought of before they'd met. )
... Mmm... ( a hazy voice, a little warm, against wataru's lips, ) ... I think I like your taste more, Papa. But, if you eat up the children, I'll eat more of Papa than I should... ♪
( an ominous promise, but murmured flirtatiously as he begins to teeth wataru's lower lip - though eichi doesn't know himself if he's being serious. perhaps it's because he's bearing them, or likelier because of what he is, but he feels somewhat protective over the concept of the children; at least allow them to grow a little before trying to bully them, or something. )
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it should alarm him more, but it's something that only some slightly more conscious part of him keeps track of at the back of his mind, the better part of him occupied by wataru's mouth on him, wataru's teeth in him, wataru saying he's satisfying, wataru
wait,
his lips part to form some kind of protest to the remark about the children, but it's a tragically-timed attempt with how wataru comes to kiss him. there's an initial, startled resistance, where he instinctively begins to pull back, but when the warmth (his own warmth) presses against his tongue from wataru's he hesitates, one part morbid curiosity and one part morbidly touched by the genuity of the gesture.
he's never tasted himself, and he doesn't know why wataru wants him to try it (should he have wataru taste a bit of himself sometime, too? ah, that seems like fun), but now that it's in his mouth he considers that he doesn't taste like other angels taste; or, maybe, your own taste tastes different to yourself? just as your voice sounds different to you.
a little voracious, he presses a kiss back against wataru - no tentacles required - tongue running along wataru's lips, their tastes mingling together in eichi's mouth . . . ah, he likes that; it doesn't make for a good taste, but he likes the thought of it, likes how it makes him feel. he doesn't understand wataru at all, but he likes all these strange things they're doing, things he'd never even thought of before they'd met. )
... Mmm... ( a hazy voice, a little warm, against wataru's lips, ) ... I think I like your taste more, Papa. But, if you eat up the children, I'll eat more of Papa than I should... ♪
( an ominous promise, but murmured flirtatiously as he begins to teeth wataru's lower lip - though eichi doesn't know himself if he's being serious. perhaps it's because he's bearing them, or likelier because of what he is, but he feels somewhat protective over the concept of the children; at least allow them to grow a little before trying to bully them, or something. )