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[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.

[His brows raise slightly, mild surprise, mild amusement.]

Easy enough.

[One last grind before he sits up a little, gaze expectant.]

[Bites down on his lip, again. He can't quite seem to resist the urge to shift a little, when the pressure and the friction lets up, but he tamps down on it quickly enough, falling mostly still]

[And then reaching for the button on the top of Izanagi's pants]

[He doesn't make any moves to stop him, though he'll give his hair a ruffle as he keeps his gaze on Hurricane's face.]

This okay...?

I'm not stopping you, am I?

[He brushes Hurricane's cheek lightly with a thumb.]

I told you I'd say something if I was upset, right?

...right.

Okay.

Right.

[He takes a shaky breath in - undoes the button and draws his zipper down, reaching inside to palm him]

[There's a soft shuddery breath, hand in his hair pausing just briefly before he resumes.]

[He traces over the outline of what he finds there carefully, getting a feel for it - licks at his lips a little, unconsciously, and darts a glance up to try and gauge Izanagi's expresson]

[Eyelids at half-mast are probably a good sign, right? Although his gaze sharpens when he realizes Hurricane's looking at him.]

Hmm?

Naw... nothing.

Just wanted to see you.

[Another slow trace over the length of him, peering up at Izanagi from beneath his lashes]

[One of his hands actually goes to his mouth instead, as though he were delicately covering for a cough rather than stifling a small sound of pleasure.]

[Another slow up and down, careful, keeping an eye on Izanagi's face all the while]

[Then, on the next upstroke, his thumbs catch on the waistband of his underwear, making to ease them down a little]

[He was already well on his way to arousal from all the grinding, but it's only becoming all the more evident with the touch. Even as Hurricane's fingers hook on the waistband, he merely shivers a little, making no move to resist - eyes now intent on Hurricane's hand as a flush creeps over his face.]

[He licks at his lips, a little - strokes again, softly, without the fabric of the underwear in the way this time]

...still okay?

[His hips twitch a little, but when Hurricane speaks up he blinks a couple times, tearing his attention away from his hand and to his face.]

Ah- y-yeah.

[More than okay, if that reaction's anything to go by.]

...okay.

Okay, cool.

[He hesitates a beat before reaching out to take him in hand, wrapping his fingers around Izanagi's length to give an experimental sort of pull]

[Oops, he's not fast enough to stop that moan from coming out,]

[The good news is, Hurricane takes that as encouragement. He bites down on his lip, as though in concentration - gives another pull, more firm than the first, and a third after that]

[His other hand comes up, almost tentative, to trace over Izanagi's clothed thighs]

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