( ah, ah, ah— a shameless sound spills from him as he curls his cheek against wataru’s hair, nails digging into wataru’s back and dragging red lines across his skin. a heat seems to ripple from his belly to the rest of him, his chest feeling so terribly hot, his limbs radiating heat against the water, causing just the faintest steam.

it was unfair— unfair, somehow, when wataru filled him with his children. did it feel as good last time, or had the scientists done something to him? it’s hard to think, hard to connect thoughts, when so much of him feels like he’s melting, and his breathing deep, like he’s desperate for air. ah, he felt so sensitive now; every sensation felt twice as much, wataru’s careful bites and gentle thrusts waves of reddish heat inside him. )

Y-You set, mmh... You set... ( he buries his face into wataru’s neck, comfortable there, a faint mmm at every nibble. ) ... the bar higher... so much higher, for yourself...

( whether that be in a good or bad way, or even more likely both, he doesn’t elaborate; he doesn’t think, just lets himself sink deeper with wataru, his skin warming as if to compensate ... but that heat, that steam, is easily overwhelmed, if wataru drags him deep enough,

faintly, eichi senses there’s something that needs his attention. less faintly, the salty scent against wataru’s neck enamored him, and in his bleary vision wataru looked ... )

... How carnivorous... ♪ ( murmured, muttered faintly, a sweet kiss to wataru’s neck as his nails dig deeper, and drag. ) Ah, pretty devilfish, you’ll melt me... ♪

( and, in his daze ... this time, he doesn’t seem to mind. )