( better than the sensation - nice as the sensation is - are wataru’s pretty words, pretty praise, that coil around him inside his chest, little thorns hooking in. so he receives the kiss gladly, strange as it still is, returning it with a sort of slurred exhaustion, his lips wet and soft (maybe a little more than usual), his fingers curling into wataru’s skin— gently, this time. )

Mmmh... If you worry more for the children than me— ah, I’ll get jealous... ♪

( but it’s true he really might melt; it’s all been so much, too much, that all his little faintly trembling orgasms around wataru’s tentacles seem nearly a constant stream of pleasure. but he oughtn’t melt; he shouldn’t, easy as it is to lose himself to this. ah...

greedy for all the sensation wataru can offer him, he presses his lips to wataru’s again, running his tongue along the inside of wataru’s lips, letting his teeth tug at the skin there, as if he wants to hear it off, )

... One more. ( he says, a little breathless, his eyes a lustful gaze. ) Put one more inside me, and then— and then cool me off. It feels... ( he ... nuzzles wataru’s cheek, exhaling warm. ) ... really nice... ♪

( oh how the tables table, )