bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[That gets him thoughtful. After a moment:]

And if I called you my pet?

[A definite spike of interest, and a stronger twist of humiliation along with it]

What about it?

[Amused and intrigued.]

Would you like that?

Being my pet.

[He can't quite seem to meet Izanagi's eyes. The interest is quite pronounced now, and the humiliation, too]

...maybe.

What's there to worry about? You're already mine. And you should know by now I'll take good care of you.

[Starting with locating the zipper to begin removing his clothes, desire blatant.]

I... I mean. You ain't wrong.

[His own want is bright and strong, and it grows along with the embarrassment]

But, like. Still.

[He idly pets Hurricane's hair as his other hand begins to slide the zipper downwards.]

There's no shame in wanting. ...Or is it the shame you like, too...?

[There's appreciation, for the feel of Izanagi's fingers in his hair - simple pleasure, as always, and gratitude for the contact]

[Beyond that, the spike of anticipation as Izanagi drawsdown the zipper is quite sharp indeed, and the humiliation coils deeper at being called out]

[He does not actually answer that,]

[There's a certain amount of satisfaction in having identified it, and he leans in to murmur into Hurricane's ear:]

You'll be a good, loyal pet for me, won't you?

[He's blushing all the way to his ears - manages a nod, embarrassed by the words, and by his own reaction to them, and by the knowledge that Izanagi can feel all of this,]

I can - I can try, anyways.

[A satisfied smile, definitely enjoying the fact that he's basically been handed the reins for now.]

If there's any trouble, I'll just have to discipline you.

[Well aware that was something Hurricane had been interested in. And then:]

Now, how should I pamper my new pet?

[The want spikes sharply at the mention of discipline, and then again when Izanagi casually calls him "my new pet"]

[Also, he is dying a little knowing that Izanagi can feel it all,]

Thought I was supposed to be pampering you?

[Amusement.]

What kind of owner gets pampered by a pet?

[It earns him a tweak to a nipple, through the fabric for now but likely not much longer as he resumes undressing him, rolling the fabric down over his shoulders.]

[He gasps softly - jolts forward, at the tweak, and bites down on his lip, the little trill of pleasure obvious over the connection]

Could be - could be this one?

[He hums thoughtfully, mischievous and wanting.]

If you're good I'll let you undress me next.

[Another hair pet before he begins rolling the suit down around Hurricane's hips.]

[He shifts a little - can't quite stay still. If the desire through the link wasn't obvious enough, certainly it's obvious by the bulge in his boxer-briefs, when Izanagi gets the bodysuit down]

O-oh yeah? What counts as being good?

Stay still for me while I undress you, of course.

[So he says as a hand "accidentally" brushes against that bulge, mischievous still.]

[He gasps, a little, at that "accidental" touch - can't quite help the way he presses forward into it, just a little, before he catches himself and makes himself stay still]

[He flushes dark, caught up in the roil of humiliation, and desire, and the pleasure from Iznaagi's hand]

Ah - right. O-of course.

[He pauses at that shift, approving as Hurricane stills himself.]

See? You really are a good boy.

[He continues in his work to pull the suit down the rest of the way - and then up again to hook a finger into the band of his boxer briefs, pausing to see if Hurricane really can keep himself still.]

[The words "good boy" make it harder to stay still - make his flush go darker, even as it winds him up a little higher, want and embarrassment both coiled tight inside him]

[He bites down on his lip, trembling a little with the effort of staying still. But the deliberate delay, with Izanagi's fingers hooked there into his boxer-briefs, sparks another flash of want in him. He doesn't quite manage not to cant into the touch]

[He gives a soft click of disapproval, even if inwardly he's pretty clearly enjoying riling Hurricane up.]

Looks like you weren't able to make it. Too bad - I'll have to come up with a good punishment ☆

[Though he will slide the boxer-briefs down in the meantime.]

[He shivers a little, at the promise, which only serves to ramp the want up higher]

[With the boxer-briefs gone, it's obvious he's been extremely compromised for quite some time, fully hard, the tip already slightly damp]

I didn't move, like - much.

Sure - but it's important to follow orders exactly, right? Otherwise, what's the point of training in it to begin with?

[There's a playful smirk as he finally steps away, offering no more touches, even incidental, now that Hurricane's been stripped bare.]

I guess I'll just have to undress myself. I'll let you watch so you can complete your square, but... hmm.

[He makes a show of tilting his head in thought, even though emotionally he's been waiting for this with glee.]

Hands behind your back. No touching yourself - got it?

[He shifts a little, from one foot to the other, not quite squirming, but not far from it. As though the telling twitch his cock gives isn't evidence enough, Izanagi can feel exactly how turned on he is right now - how embarassed, that Izanagi is able to see how much it's getting to him]

What, like - at all?

Nope. Not. At. All.

[His tone and emotions both playfully devious.]

Go on. Hands folded behind your back.

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