[There's a flush of pleasure, at being told that he did well - a flutter of something almost shy. The fondness and affection is steady and strong, just underneath, radiating outward]
You, too.
Anyone ever tell you how hot you are when you do that? S'dangerous.
[Then Izanagi's leaning in to kiss him, and he's too busy returning it to say anything else]
[He tilts his own head, kissing Hurricane deeply as his hands trail down to his back, digging in to the skin somewhat. Though it's not the desire from before, he is still very much wanted.]
[He'll rise to get some shampoo, settling down by Hurricane again to begin working it into his hair - taking his time, giving him more or less a scalp massage while he's at it.]
[Izanagi can feel the way he starts to melt into the touch - the way some deep part of him unfurls like a flower reaching for the sun, seeking out that simple contact]
[This is the emotional equivalent of a cat purring, okay]
[Possibly this is made harder by the fact that Hurricane is leaning into the touch pretty blatantly now, but it doesn't seem to be an entirely conscious decision]
[Certainly he is a little hazy with the warm-yes-good feelings soaking through him]
[That's just fine with him. He's soaking up the feelings too, reveling in them - pressing a soft kiss to Hurricane's shoulder when it gets to be too much before he continues, safe from the suds but still near.]
[Everything is very soft, and very warm, and very good; there's a little swell of affection, at the kiss, and Hurricane presses it out toward him, all sweet and earnest]
[It's the truth - he's already anticipating it. But for now, he's thorough about making sure all the shampoo is removed and Hurricane's hair is left clean.]
[He clearly enjoys it very much - not quite to the same level as Hurricane, but still craving for that physical affection, and getting the satisfaction of finding it.]
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