bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[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.

[The words cause another swell of desire, and the playful, devious tone of both voice and emotions don't seem to be helping him calm down]

[Hurricane bites at his lip - shifts again]

[Puts his hands behind his back,]

Like this?

Right, right, just like that!

Now hold still like that while I get undressed.

[With an impish grin, he begins tugging his hoodie off, movements slow and teasing. Clearly intent on Hurricane and ever still monitoring his reactions.]

[He swallows, with difficulty - nods, and shifts again]

...kay. I can - I can do that.

[The reactions would have been evident enough even without the emotionshare - the way the flush is splashed across Hurricane's cheeks, and the way his cock bobs, hard and untouched, curved up toward his abdomen. The tip is damp, and by the way he fidgets, it's difficult not to just take it in hand, if only to take the edge off]

[Since they're connected, still, Izanagi knows exactly how true that is: how the desire is coiled up tight inside him, made worse by the commands, and by the teasing]

[The teasing certainly doesn't seem about to stop any time soon. He tugs the hoodie up and over his head, bending at the waist to set it down on the ground. A finger hooks into the white tank top remaining, only slowly beginning to pull it up - exposing skin bit by bit as he watches Hurricane, wanting and feeding off of his want, a feedback loop of desire.]

[Hurricane's eyes seem transfixed by the sight, focused on the little bit of skin as it begins to appear]

[The want was bad enough already, but with Izanagi's feeding into his own, he can't quite help but shift a little, biting down on his lip - aware of how on display he is and how painfully obvious his desire must be, the want mingling with humiliation at that knowledge]

Hmm? Are you okay? You seem... bothered.

[Letting the fabric drop as he takes a step towards Hurricane, not even trying to pretend there's any genuine concern. That this isn't another piece of the performance meant to drive that desire, more and more, until neither can stand it any longer.]

[He isn't entirely able to tamp down on the noise that leaves him, as Izanagi steps in closer - isn't entirely able to suppress the urge to shift again, outright squirming]

N-naw. I'm, uh. I'm good.

[He feels like he might melt, honestly,]

[How can a smile so bright hide so much mischief?]

In that case...

[Just as slowly tugging the tank top off in clear view for Hurricane, eyes locked with his the whole time. Making a production of the removal of that single piece as it leaves his upper body bare.]

[His cock bobs tellingly in the air, still untouched; a drop of precome has begun to ooze slowly down the length of it. The want is sharper still, now, and he shifts again, entirely unable to stay still]

You - you sure you don't need any help?

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