[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]
[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.]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[He'll keep working him through it, the same courtesy he did Izanagi just a little earlier, settling to watch him appreciatively in much the same way, too.]
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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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[Sorry, he gets distracted about halfway through that sentence, hips starting to pick up the rhythm]
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[He'll keep up the pace, thumbing the tip lightly before sliding back down the shaft.]
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[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.]
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Feels - r-real good.
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[Teasingly slowing down for a single stroke... before starting up again, but even faster. He wants to hear him again.]
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J-jesus, dude.
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My mistake - is this better?
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That's - yeah. That's - y-yeah.
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[Keeping up the pace - as well as a careful eye to watch Hurricane steadily losing it.]
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[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.
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Yeah? You're looking good like this, too.
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J-jesus. I'm - I'm close -
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[Clearly amused. But he'll increase the pace just a smidge more, seeing if he can push him past the edge.]
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Holy crap, dude.
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[Can he fold his leg up to kiss him on the knee?]
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Maybe I should let you blindfold me in return.
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Like... real good.
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Blindfold option's still there if you want to keep going, by the way - that's another one of my squares.
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