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Re: Izanagi

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He watches Izanagi's face through it all, eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted - works him through it, strokes slowing as he draws out the last of the pleasure]

Re: Izanagi

[bondsofsuffering]

[By the end he's flushed and panting and the whole "not embarrassed" thing seems like it could have been a lie, actually, but he still manages to summon the energy (and breath) to look Hurricane in the eye and mumble:]

Your turn.

typo, sorry

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Wiping his hand on the grass, absently, still peering up at Izanagi's expression; his own is decidedly appreciative]

If you're wiped out, you don't gotta. I can take care of it, too.

Re: typo, sorry

[bondsofsuffering]

I definitely, absolutely want to.

[Still a little weak in the knees but hey guess what that's all the better for pushing him to the ground in a pin, probably.]

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[His breath goes out of him all in a rush as Izanagi settles on top of him; he leans up, a little, to press their lips together for a kiss, more heated now than the one from before]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Dipping down into the kiss and immediately working to deepen it as his hand moves to palm Hurricane through the leaves.]

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[He makes a soft sound into the kiss - opens his mouth to deepen it]

[Underneath the leaves, he's fully hard already and by the state of things seems to have been for some time]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Well, that won't do. He'll carefully slide his fingers under the leaves, to begin long, slow strokes from hilt to shaft, mindful of his nails.]

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[The sound he makes this time is decidely less quiet; his hips buck up a little, into the heat of Izanagi's palm]

[bondsofsuffering]

[When he breaks the kiss for air, his voice is breathy, right up in Hurricane's ear, teasing.]

See? You have a lovely voice, too.

[So he says right before increasing the pace, the grip tightening just a little for added friction.]

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Wh - Th-that ain't -

[Sorry, he gets distracted about halfway through that sentence, hips starting to pick up the rhythm]

[bondsofsuffering]

No? You sounded sweet to me ♪

[He'll keep up the pace, thumbing the tip lightly before sliding back down the shaft.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He bites down on his lip, trying to ground himself - can't help the way his hips press up for more, a half-strangled sound leaving him as Izanagi's thumb finds the tip]

[bondsofsuffering]

Liked that one, huh?

[He leans in again, nipping at Hurricane's lip before pressing his tongue against them, impatient to deepen it. His hand, meanwhile, maintains the pace, not always but occasionally thumbing the tip again, trying to see if he can startle Hurricane into a reaction again.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It's plain that the pace is getting to him; the slow build soon has him shifting and squirming. Not every brush of Izanagi's thumb over the tip gets a reaction, but a fair number of them do, half-muffled sounds at the back of his throat]

Feels - r-real good.

[bondsofsuffering]

You still feel unsatisfied, though. Maybe I should slow down?

[Teasingly slowing down for a single stroke... before starting up again, but even faster. He wants to hear him again.]

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[Izanagi can probably feel the way Hurricane twitches in his hand, at the teasing sugegstion that he slow down; certainly he can feel the shudder and the sharper buck of his hips, when he speeds up, instead. This time, the whimper isn't so muffled]

J-jesus, dude.

[bondsofsuffering]

[He'll continue working him, the pace unrelenting, shit-eating grin on his face.]

My mistake - is this better?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breathing has gone ragged; his hips press up into every downstroke with increasing urgency]

That's - yeah. That's - y-yeah.

[bondsofsuffering]

Then I'll just have to keep doing my best, won't I?

[Keeping up the pace - as well as a careful eye to watch Hurricane steadily losing it.]

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[It's not hard to tell that he is; he's extremely expressive, and his face telegraphed it every time Izanagi hits an especially good spot]

[He's panting open-mouthed, now - drawn up tight and trembling like he isn't going to last much longer]

You're- you're doing good so far.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Maybe it's time to add an extra rub with his thumb each time he hits those spots, then.]

Yeah? You're looking good like this, too.

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[Flushing bright red, but entirely unable to keep from pressing into his touch, despite the embarrassment]

J-jesus. I'm - I'm close -

[bondsofsuffering]

What's this, are you embarrassed now?

[Clearly amused. But he'll increase the pace just a smidge more, seeing if he can push him past the edge.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[That's all it takes; he moans when he comes, long and low, back arching up off the ground to press him more firmly into the hold, hips stuttering out of rhythm]