[Hurricane chokes again, a little, as Izanagi presses forward; his throat convulses around the tip as he swallows, trying to accomodate him. He's still eager - still pressing forward - and there's a thrill of excitement, as Izanagi tugs at his hair and bucks into him]

[The want is unbearable; he makes a muffled sort of whine, reching for his own cock, hard and untouched between his legs, closing his fingers around it and beginning to stroke]

[He's not sure if he was meant to be waiting for Izanagi's permission, but either way, he needs it too badly to hold off - judders up into his own hand, borderline desperate]