( mmm, a whine and a sort of pout as he feels himself emptier, swallowing as he tries to squeeze his legs as if to make up for the loss in him— more tightly as he trembles, the teasing sending wretched shivers of want down his spine. )

You're terrible... ♪

( said with a faint, delighted trembling, hating being teased but slightly addicted to this mounting excitement. his fingers—both hands, now—curl a little more firmly into his shoulders, turning his cheek— mouth— into wataru's palm, nipping at it lightly, mouth warm. )

Mama wants it... ♪ Mama wants it rea~lly badly... ♪ It— you, more than anything else... ♪ ( he swallows, the coiling of wataru's tentacles inside him making it hard to speak straight, his palms running running along wataru's shoulders, grasping at the crook of his neck, affectionate, possessive. ) Mmmm, if it feels good enough, may~be I'll let you hang one of the children...? But Mama has high standards... Wataru... ♪

( pleasure > motherly instincts or whatever, at present. )