[ his heart, his life, perhaps? wataru doesn't mind his tightness—octopodes are built for tight places, and ah, this too, it's an interesting, exciting new feeling, for something to firm and harden so around him—but he minds, a little more, the temperature of the water, the wings stirring bubbles around them.
his heart, his life, perhaps. he pulls his teeth from eichi, not keen on getting them stuck in the mother of his children, and only pushes them back up towards the surface once he feels the bottom of his tank. it isn't so far a fall, or maybe the rise is just quicker, his lower half powerful in the water, especially with the tentacles he pulls from eichi to help in launching them upwards. he lets eichi crest the water first, eyes on his chest, glittering as he settles a hand on the flicker. ]
—You are so breathtaking, so interesting, Eichi!
[ somewhat watery, bubbling from his throat (literally). ]
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his heart, his life, perhaps. he pulls his teeth from eichi, not keen on getting them stuck in the mother of his children, and only pushes them back up towards the surface once he feels the bottom of his tank. it isn't so far a fall, or maybe the rise is just quicker, his lower half powerful in the water, especially with the tentacles he pulls from eichi to help in launching them upwards. he lets eichi crest the water first, eyes on his chest, glittering as he settles a hand on the flicker. ]
—You are so breathtaking, so interesting, Eichi!
[ somewhat watery, bubbling from his throat (literally). ]