1 | i don't fuck WITH monsters i just fuck 'em

[primarina]

It’s 📆 COCKtober 🍆🎃 u know 😦what😦 that 😏means😏 👀👅

y'all know what to do, just post a toplevel, be as detailed with your monster descriptions as you like and tag around.

we all boning monsters here anyway so no shaming, ofc. go make some money and worry about yourself.

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[faireleclown]

[ despite his complaints he thought about this, hm? wataru laughs, bubbly, and brushes their noses together, mmm. ]

I thought about you too— Eichi ♪ [ it locks then, even more than i had before, and he finally lets one tentacle slip inside him at long last, the other traveling a little further back to pucker at his ass. ] Oh? Oh, oh? Eichi, did you think about me before you met me, too? You said you heard a little about me, but enough to think...? ♪

[ he kisses him again instead of letting him answer, twisting his tentacle the way he remembers eichi likes it. happy noise, both sets of skin flushing—one in waves, one more permanent and creeping. ]

[idolworship]

( he's horny!! leave him alone!!

his eyes faintly widen when he catches onto wataru catching onto what he'd said, but he's in no state to find some excuse to stammer, not when wataru's finally pushed inside him, eichi's wings fluttering--splashing--in the water, fanning out wide behind him. he moans a little breathlessly, and again even more shamelessly as wataru twists inside him, his vision blurring from the pleasure, ah--

he tries to push down harder on the tentacle, spreading his legs, offering better access for the tentacle behind him, too, eichi barely registering it but wanting, as if instinctively, wataru inside every part of him.

and when the kiss breaks he kisses him again, except he sort of misses, and he's kissing at his lips; the corner of his mouth; his jaw-- but he doesn't seem to care; he's pleading in song, but instead of angelic tongue it seems to all only be wataru's name in angelic accent, terribly pleasing to the ear, and terribly needy. )

[faireleclown]

[ what a beautiful noise, a beautiful sound, a beautiful creature. maybe the most beautiful—he's never had anything to measure eichi against, though, even with all he's seen none of them come close to this, and he pushes further into him, hurried to hit that point where it seemed like he shouldn't go and then some, and then some... the tentacle at his ass, slick with the sea water and eichi's own wetness, slides in, too, a little more gentle, exploratory, and two more wrap up his chest and curl around his breasts to squeeze them.

given his hands are occupied, one to hold him and the other to stroke him harder, a little rougher as he returns the fevered kisses, humming eichi's name against his skin. ]

[idolworship]

( he means to kiss wataru back and he sort of does, but the more of him wataru digs deeper into him the harder it is for him to keep together, notes and moans spilling from his mouth into wataru's own as if in desperate offering, as if begging for more despite wataru has given him already-- desperate, desperate, for more and more touch, more and more affection.

he twists into the tentacle pushing too deep inside him, trying to get - ah, ah - needing so badly for both front and back to press against that spot, needing them to go deeper, feeling a building heat like a fever in him, mitigated only hardly by the water--

until he really does go deeper, and if eichi weren't submerged already wataru's hand and tentacle might be slicker from how he feels wataru go too deep, rubbing against something like and electric shock and going further-- he jerks back from the kiss as if desperate for air, his body trembling as his head hangs over watarru's shoulder, arms hugging him weakly there. )

W-Wataru-- It's, ah, Wataru, I'll--

( it hurts and his insides tighten around him wetter and warmer, as if to swallow him in because it feels so-- and it's even worse when he does because he feels the suckers pressing even harder against him when he does. ah, it's really, ah he can feel himself getting hotter and hotter from his belly, radiating outward, and he leans his weight more heavily against wataru, his breasts pressed against wataru's chest and squeezed tight by his tentacles, and he swallows, feeling himself building and building like a boiling pot, and )

Wataru<-i>--

( and even though he wants more, even though the whole of him squeezes more tightly around wataru's shape, his body trembles and jerks and wings arch out behind him as he comes with a pretty sound, his arms dripping sticky at wataru's shoulders, too warm to completely keep his shape. but even when he seems to fall limp and panting against wataru, the inside of him still contracts tight around him, painful for eichi and yet still heated-- he's still whimpering, still trembling, and the feathers of his wings fluff out where they're dry, halo whirring without reset. )

[faireleclown]

[ something new, something exciting, and wataru lifts one hand to clean it off with his mouth; this is a different taste, too, one he hums appreciatively at. he isn't sure if it's better than how eichi tastes when he bites him (and he does nibble, a little, at eichi's too warm body, jaw and neck and shoulder, sucking at the skin), but it's good.

very good.

his tentacles retreat just a little in him, not all the way but more of making room for more of them to push in, taking advantage of the octopus' natural inclination to flexibility for the purpose of fitting into tight spaces. the one in his ass, at least, slips out and trails up his back the way it'd done before, rubbing between his wings as if to soothe him— ]

I love how you sound, [ wataru murmurs against his ear, pushing a hand through his hair loosely, ] when you do that, Eichi. Can you do it again..~?

[idolworship]

( he whimpers, half-feverish and half-conscious, as wataru seems to pull out, squeezing his legs like he means to forbid it. but wataru relaxes him— the little nibbles should scare him, should make him alarmed in the memory of something unwelcome, but they don't; he finds a soothing sort of rhythm to the way wataru tugs and sucks at his skin, the same way he likes the way wataru's tentacles feel (a little bit silly, a little gentle and charming) against his wings, and both both sensations pair to make him melt, relaxed against him, very much like putty. (it's the cooler water, ironically, that keeps his temperature a little better balanced.)

a low, pleasant sort of whine escapes him when his awareness slowly floods the rosy warmth inside his head again, more of wataru pushing inside him causing his wings to stiffen— and then relax again, sinking flat against the water, fanning out in anticipation. ah, ah, )

... P-push... ( he exhales, turning his nose into the crook of wataru's neck, dragging his warm lips against it, ) ... Push in deeper, where you were before, it's— ( painful ) —it's wonderful, you're wonderful, Wataru... ♪

( wataru had said he'd loved eichi's voice, but eichi thinks he's come to love wataru's; the way he says love, love, the way it sounds against his ear and makes him shiver, the way he talks when he holds him, brushes his hands through his hair—

wataru in him felt wonderful, but eichi thinks maybe this is just as nice, or maybe even better. fortunately, nothing's asking him to choose. )

I like it... Mmh, I love it, how you feel in me... ♪ I love your pretty colors; the way you feel around me ♪ ( ah - mm, he rests his weight a little heavier on him to help the tentacles get easier in, tired but willing still. his stomach presses light against wataru's own- eichi's a little warmer than even the rest of his body. ) I'll sing only for you, Wataru, Wataru, Wataru... ♪

[faireleclown]

[ the tentacles, encouraged, push deeper; wataru slowly lowers them both more into the cooler water, until they're both mostly submerged. the suckers pop at his skin where they squeeze and travel, pulling his legs open a little wider, and wataru hums softly, musically, happily. ]

You won't run away again? [ he nips a little harder. ] You won't go in that "tree" again, will you? Ei~chi.

[ another harder nip, on his collarbones, lips brushing the top of his breasts. ]

[idolworship]

( his body trembling and his eyes wet with tears feeling himself stretched too wide, dug in too deep, he digs his nails into wataru's skin, his heart races, stumbles faster. and even now inside him he squeezes tight and hot around wataru despite how he's spread bare for wataru to see, a little less giving than last time because the water keeps his body a little colder, but still wet in his arousal. )

I won't, I won't—

( an easy promise to make all warm and flustered, when wataru's pushing in him deeper than anything's meant to go— but he'd deal with the trouble from it later, he can do his thinking later. a breathless, lyrical whine draws from his lips as wataru twists around him, twists in him, bites into— ah,

his nails drag along wataru's back, as if to get his attention.)

B-be... ( a shaky breath, heavy and chest heaving beneath the tentacles that embrace it, seem to leave his skin so hot each place the suckers pop, ) Be... gentle, not dull; be slow...

( mmh, it's hard to articulate himself when he feels so dizzy, mmmmm,

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to wataru's hair, ah, )

I'd like— I want to enjoy it too, Wa~ta~ru... ♪

[faireleclown]

[ he doesn't want to pass out again. wataru's tentacles follow eichi as he lifts him a little, passing over his appendages to nibble his breasts and trace the tip of them with his tongue. fascinating, soft, warm... not as warm now but, warm... ]

I'll try. [ a fair promise, he thinks, not having to fight instinct as much right now— he tilts his head back up, kisses eichi's neck, slow. ] Mm, the mother should be the one eating anyway, shouldn't he? I wonder what he wants... A taste of the father, maybe? Mommy, do you want that? ♪

[ one of the tentacles around his breast pulls off, presses against eichi's mouth instead, caresses his lips with its tip. ]

[idolworship]

( mmh,he was sort of getting into it as wataru was working his way down along his breast, and he's sort of disappointed when wataru stops, though he doesn't have a mind to protest in his state.

he's a little vague in registering what wataru says at first given he's a little distracted with other sensation, recognizing sensation better; how nice wataru's kisses feel (he thinks he really likes those, best on the lips), how his skin feels hot where wataru's suckers part from it, and how he regrets their going-- and how there's something at his mouth now. he opens his mouth for it a little greedily, before ... ah, a taste for him?

how curious.

forcing himself to focus a little more on his upper mouth more, he extracts a hand so he can take up the tentacle pressed against (or, well, in, since he'd mistakenly taken it in with other things in mind) his mouth, pressing the smooth end along his feverish cheek, as if to check for something-- he pauses, gaze a little half-lidded but a little more alert than before, and, mmmhh ... )

... You're a little cold... ( he runs his tongue along the length, this time for the salty taste. ) ... But I'd really like to know what you taste like, Wataru... ♪

( and it should perhaps seem odd he takes so easily to eating, but eichi doesn't explain it; instead he opens his mouth wide, and bites - tears - through the tentacle with his heavy breaths. it's the first time he's had something so rubbery, and so it isn't an easy snack, but -- ah, he lays his weight a little heavy against wataru again, a heat building in him around wataru's tentacles and his dick, his face a little more flush. it's a labored effort, and his wings stretch though partly submerged, but he seems to either like wataru, or simply like eating-- enough that it arouses him, and he doesn't seem intent on stopping yet, enamored with the novelty of the taste.. )

[faireleclown]

[ mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that hurts. wataru sucks in a breath, tentacles in eichi twisting together and the one being bitten thrashing slightly in his hand, though not hard enough to actually jerk from his grip. he holds him tightly, face pressed into his skin, and if angels could bruise eichi would have ones in the shape of suckers, of wataru's hands.

he seems to like it though, hot and hotter, and wataru noses his throat, nibbling at it again as a distraction from the curling, hurting tentacle being thoroughly devoured. like most octopus, it's chewy and a bit bland, though he has been in saltwater this whole time—it's probably a fair bit of that. despite his octopus lower half, the blood that begins to cloud the water is a deep, heavy red—

wataru does, after a bit, jerk his tentacle from eichi, the saltwater stinging even as what's left of it curls up. ]

N...Not too much, Eichi. You'll choke. [ probably. maybe. it does get thicker and thicker in circumference, matching his human-sized body. ] Did you like it..? ♪

[idolworship]

( eichi had fallen entirely in love with having wataru; or, at least, he looked like it with how quickly and eagerly he ate, and how flushed and loving his gaze was, his gaze unfocused as if drunk. he'd run his tongue along the bitten wound, fondly licking up the blood that flowed heavy from it, dribbling down his chin and polluting the water.

when he didn't bite off chunks, he liked to chew off the suckers best of all, like teething off the topping from a dessert, and he liked to let his teeth tear vertical along the smooth side, and dig his tongue into the open wounds, tear them deeper and wider until he'd torn a new piece off.

angels might be able to bruise, and that much they'd probably see the results of soon enough; and if angels could puur, eichi would be purring— and he does, in a sense: a deep rumbling hum drips from his lips as he eats; one of deep, gluttonous satisfaction.

he hadn't any regard for how thick wataru's tentacles were getting as he ate further along them, and really might have choked if he'd kept going— and he would have, too. eichi, who was not normally prone to force, gripped the tentacle tightly as it finally jerked free and receded, as if stubborn to let go.

it's wataru's voice that seems to bring him back, though his somewhat drunken demeanor remains. )

... Mmmh... I do... I haven't tasted anything better... ♪ ( he noses his bloodied lips against wataru's hair, wrapping his arms around wataru's shoulders. ) Won't you let me have a little bit more...? Wa~ta~ru... ♡ ... Unless...

( he says, but he swallows, and instead presses a hand gently against the back of wataru's head, into his neck where he'd felt wataru teething him. he exhales a warm, shuddering breath of anticipation, his insides constricting around wataru's tentacles deep in him. )

Unless Papa would rather have his turn now...? Mmh, just don't take too much warmth from the child... ♪

( any hesitation he'd had about it just a little while prior, or that'd driven him to go into the tree, seem to have been washed away, at least for now. he's in a very, very good mood. )

[faireleclown]

[ papa would love his turn, but his tentacle still smarts (hurts more, when it retreats beneath him to hide in the saltwater, curling tighter and tighter), and... mm, well, papa would love his turn, and mama is more than accommodating, now. he nibbles eichi's neck gently, grip softening the longer his hurt limb stays in the water and grows numb with pain.

mm, well. ]

Mama is so willing now, hm? ♪ Was he just hungry the last time we played? [ no wataru you sprung surprise cannibalism on him— well, he knows that much. he does, and he remembers that eichi said angels "destabilize" when they're bitten, and that isn't a pleasant word... wataru presses his tentacles further into eichi, eyes closed. ] Are you going to "destabilize" if I do so, Mama?

[ a beat, and he kisses his neck, to his ear. ]

...Can you handle it, Eichi?

[idolworship]

( ah, mmhh, he trembles a little, shifting to press them deeper into him needily, both out of excess lust and a need for heat to keep himself from growing chill in the water. )

Mmh, I can, I can— ( it's hard to tell if he's just saying that, though, out of wanting. he swallows, running his tongue around his bloody lips, his breathing uneven. ) They did... things to me, while fixing me up. So you could...

( he trails off before he can finish that, but his intent is probably clear. it'd all been a miserable experience, really, given they had to wreck him a little every time they modified him to see if the regeneration aspect were working.

as far as eichi's aware, last they tested, they determined it was fairly functional. he'd been reluctant to try it out carelessly until he could test out the limitations of it, were there any, himself, but . . . at the moment, he can't say he cares all that much. his fingers curl into wataru's hair, pulling at it. )

Mm, Wataru, Wataru, please . . .

[faireleclown]

[ ah, mmhh. if it's what mama wants, then he should really play nice and let him have it... wataru teases him though, with little sharp bites, little tears along his skin instead of simply tearing into him. it wets his own appetite too, more conscious of it, focusing on being aware so he doesn't steal too much warmth—as eichi said for him not to—but just that much more slow. ]

"Please" what, Mama? ♥ Can you tell Papa what you want? Does the child want it too, Mama? Mmm~?

[idolworship]

( little pained gasps cut off his breathing with every particularly sharp bite, hurt and pleasure crossing wires in his head again, all much less unpleasant now that he'd been anticipating it.

he makes a low sound, still lyrical despite the displeasure it expresses, when wataru asks for specifics. )

The child says— Papa is a bully.

( a bully!! terrible!! he rolls his head back this time and lets it expose his throat, favoring the shoulder opposite of the side wataru favors. he could feel his warmth ooze with his blood from the little wounds, and he shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but the more wataru denies him the more he can't help but lower his standards, bit by bit. )

Mama wants . . . Mmh— Mama wants Papa to eat him; the way— Mama ate him . . . The way he did it last time. Eat as much as he likes, down to the bone, until he can't eat anymore, and then...

( he swallows, running his tongue along his teeth, wataru's bland taste turning sweeter in the memory of it the longer eichi misses it. )

. . . And then, if Mama's too cold . . . Both Mama and the child— want you to push more warmth into him . . . okay? Mama loooves how Papa tastes in either mouth... ♡

[faireleclown]

Papa can't go any further in, [ wataru replies, just as lyrical, pressing his tentacles a little further to demonstrate; he half expects them to start coming out of eichi's mouth at some point. ah, is that how it works...? he has no idea what anatomy involves, this is incredibly clear.

still, he obliges a little, with a bigger bite to the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet. not deeper, just larger in circumference, staying there not unlike a leech as he slowly closes his mouth around the shallow bit of meat he's decided to take.

eichi still tastes like nothing; but he still tastes warm, melty, and wataru lets the piece melt in his mouth instead of chewing it. ]

[idolworship]

( he's in the wrong hole if he wants to see that,

a pained sound escapes his lips as he yanks a little harder at wataru's hair, it being no less painful the second time around, his wings flaring, splashing the water, tips spread out. but, mm, a lot better when he's been worked up to it, his arousal only stuttered for a moment before he feels a heat at the pit of his belly, somewhere between his legs and where the tentacles press into him, and his body trembles faintly from the mix of sensation. )

... Mmm... ( he swallows hard, faint taste of blood growing faint in his throat. ) Is it good...? Papa?

( he knows wataru said he didn't have a particular taste, which was still disappointing, so he doesn't ask if he tastes good; only if it is good, to eat him again.

like a soft mousse bitten into, the edges of the wound seem to slick and drip softly, as if it's sense of shape. past tense, though; he doesn't seem in danger of coming undone actively, even if he seems gushy and half-formed on the inside, as if his skin were only firm enough to be a container. the blood mixes freely with the facsimile of muscle and structure.

and, if anything, it all seems very warm; warmer than last time, but a nice kind of warm . . . like a hot lava cake, perhaps. )

[faireleclown]

[ enticingly warm, strange... hmm, a little like slurping up the insides of oysters and other mussels. wataru doesn't answer at first, busy burying his face into eichi's shoulder to gather more and let it sit in his mouth, and when he does speak it leaks a little, from the edge of his lips, because no one ever told him not to talk with his mouth full, ]

You are! Satisfying, Mama...♪ I wonder if the children taste half as good, [ an idle afterthought, but one he doesn't seem very committed to; he likes the idea of little things swimming (flying?) around, it seems Fun. ] Should I give you a taste of yourself..? Mama, Mama, say "ah".

[ regardless of if eichi does, wataru's kissing him and pressing his tongue against his lips to force some warm, melty angel in him. he... does have extra limbs to help this happen too, should the kissing thing not work, but this is his preferred way. for the moment. ]

[idolworship]

( 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. )

[faireleclown]

[ is that a true promise, he wonders, or a bluff he could call? wataru hums softly, delighted regardless, and lets eichi teeth until he's had enough of the sensation, tilting his head away and pressing kisses to his cheeks. what a strange, wonderful creature eichi is; a thought he's had a lot, a thought that refuses to disappear.

the tentacles, having until now been put on hold for proper feeding and being fed on, gradually resume their twisting and thrusting— gentle, slow, because someone didn't want to pass out, and certainly that meant from the eating but there's no harm in being careful here, too, though that "care" gets tossed out the window sooner rather than later. he's glad eichi is so accommodating (giving, he called it), in body and in mind, but rather than letting a tentacle shove something far where it shouldn't, he trails a hand into the water and snags the small bag first.

lifts it up—it really is small, sitting white and delicate in the palm of his hand, the consistency somewhat... jiggly, or at least easy to slide and move, not unlike wataru himself. ]

This is all Papa is. ♪ [ in a way, at least, genetically speaking, and, ] Mama wanted this in him again, yes?

[idolworship]

( leaving them in for so long might make leave him a little loose, needing a little bit more time to set himself back into the positions all of the inside of him should be, but he isn't particularly concerned with that now.

a suddenly, pleased sound splits from the back of his throat, eichi shifting again to get himself into a better position to feel wataru's thrusts deep into him, his insides tightening wet around the tentacles. he could feel feeling returning to his other arm as the regeneration sets to work. it's still awkwardly limp, its fingers just barely curled into wataru's shoulder, and so eichi keeps his other arm hooked tight around wataru's to make up for it.

his attention is briefly stolen by the cute (soft and squishy, very much like wataru, which - for the moment, just reminds him of how he'd like to gnaw on him again, gnaw on this,) little bag wataru presents to him, though his haze is a little unfocused from how his mind and body are warming up from being teased inside again.

mmmh, this was, this was ... ah, right, the thing that he, )

Mmmm, I did, I did, you remembered... ♪ ( he smiles with a faint flush coloring his cheeks, as much from the kisses to his cheeks as the tentacles inside him. ) It felt good— and, Papa was so excited about the children... ♪

( altruistic as that might sound, and cute as wataru was bubbling about over the children ... he wanted wataru to remain excited - about him; about eichi. eichi was novel now, but for how long would that last...? and what would happen if wataru did lose interest? would the scientists finally do away with eichi ... would wataru move onto someone else?

eichi didn't like either outcome. if he could bear enough of wataru's children ... maybe he could keep wataru's interest a little longer. just in case. )

[faireleclown]

[ much quicker than it was revealed, it disappears again with a turn of wataru's wrist; the only hint of where it's gone is in the ripples of the water, in the loss of one tentacle from eichi.

temporary, but a loss. wataru strokes eichi's cheek idly, an affectionate gesture without any real depth to it. ]

Papa is still excited about them, even if he's not allowed to hang them. [ apparently!!!!!! still quite confusing, but well, maybe that's just how angels are. how interesting, how interesting... the tentacle clasping it teases his entrance, as much a version of edging for him as it is for eichi. ] Mmm... Mama, how much do you want it...? Tell me, Eichi. ♪

[idolworship]

( 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. )

[faireleclown]

[ he's terrible, but eichi seems so thrilled...♪ wataru laughs loudly, buries his face into his shoulder the same moment he, without mercy, buries his tentacle, himself, into eichi. ah, so pleasant, to be so deep, to be so sure... ]

Haven't I met those already? Or did I fall so far after our last tryst? Mmm, Eichi... [ a happy sigh, starting his... nibbling again, unable to help it, but trying to keep himself in control, his tentacles twisting and pumping in a slower, deeper way than before. a conscious effort to be gentle, still; to keep his instincts from taking over, to keep himself from just dragging eichi to the bottom of his tank now that he has him in the water...

...they still sink down a little, water colder on his heated skin—the latter pulsing in various shades of red. ]