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[The sound that leaves Hurricane time is a little breathy, as Izanagi begins to speed the pace; the fingers in Izanagi's hair curl in, holding on loosely]

[The other hand, the one on his back, has found the bottom of Izanagi's shirt, and it trails over the bare skin there, back and forth, decidedly restless]

[There's a light huff into the kiss, almost a laugh. When he breaks it for a breath, he murmurs, a little breathlessly:]

No need to be shy now.

Who says I'm being shy?

[But man, is he blushing,]

Your face, and your hands.

[Giving another squeeze.]

[His breath catches, at the squeeze; he rocks up into it a little bit, before he catches himself, the flush going deeper still]

[His hands creep downward from Izanagi's lower back, almost tentative, to settle on his ass]

...see?

Is that really all you wanted to do?

[This time, the squeeze is accompanied by a grind against him.]

[He makes a soft sound at the pointed grind - bites down on his own lip, hard, and presses up into it]

[His hands squeeze, gently, at Izanagi's ass. Between them, that vine has begun to squirm its way upward, into Izanagi's shirt]

Maybe not, like. Everything?

[He sucks in a breath, from the combined sensations of the squeeze and the vine. When he speaks, it's a throaty murmur in Hurricane's ear:]

I can still fulfill your fantasy, if you'd like.

All of it.

[Hurricane shivers, at the sound of Izanagi's voice like that - or at the words themselves, maybe]

This is - this is real good already.

Could be more, though. So why just settle?

[His tone becomes teasing, and it's quickly followed by yet another squeeze and grind for emphasis.]

[He makes a soft sound as his hips buck into the pressure - spreads his legs a little wider, unconsciously, to try and get a better angle for that slow friction]

Dude, you seen you? This - this ain't exactly settling.

[He'll take the opportunity to grind up against him again, then.]

You really can't think of anything else to ask for? Or...

[Curling a strand around his finger idly.]

Mm, maybe I never was part of your fantasies, was I?

[He bites down on his lip - is blushing furiously, unable to meet Izanagi's eyes]

I-it ain't that.

[He wriggles a little - shifts again - hooks one of his legs with Izanagi's, as though to keep him in place]

[And much like a shark to blood in the water, he's grinning a little too widely.]

Is that so?

S'what I said, ain't it?

[Izanagi, please, he's dying,]

Then I'll really need to make this worth it, won't I?

[So he says before he begins to grind up against him in earnest, albeit at a slow pace for now.]

[His breath catches in his throat, as Izanagi starts to move against him, and he begins to shift in time. The leg hooked around the back of Izanagi's presses in a little, as though to encourage more friction]

Y-you, uh... you been doing pretty good so far.

It feels like you want more than you're- saying, though.

[That leg, for example.

The pace stays the same, but each grind up against Hurricane gets a little harder.]

[His breath leaves him in a shuddery rush, as Izanagi presses in harder against him; his hips buck up into the pressure, meeting each downward grind]

This is - n-nice, though.

So?

You're allow to ask for more.

[He continues grinding up against him, hand curling and uncurling in Hurricane's hair.]

If I don't want to - we continue like this. If I do - we both have more fun.

[He's a little breathless as he murmurs in Hurricane's ear, but it still carries well enough:]

I want to see what you're like.. when you let yourself go.

[He shivers hard at those words - bites down on his lip as his hips press in for more]

I - I mean. Do you wanna do more?

I'm open to suggestions.

[And squeezing his ass as he pulls Hurricane up against him for another grind.]

Especially if - you think it could get better.

[Hurricane can't quite tamp down on a small sound, at that, hips juddering sharply upward into the increased pressure]

[It takes him a second, to catch his breath]

M-maybe, like -

I - I dunno. If we wanted to, like. Use our hands...?

[He's blushing all the way to his ears; eye contact is absolutely not happening]

Mmm? Sounds fun.

[The grinding isn't stopping, though.]

Show me how you'd like it. With your hands.

O-oh. Like...?

[Flushing darker]

I - I guess, you might need to sit up some for that.

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