bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[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?

Ah, ah, ah- no moving. This is part of your punishment, remember?

But if you're a good boy, I'll be sure to reward you after I'm done.

[Though he's definitely enjoying the view, crouching down - head tantalizingly close to Hurricane's cock as he begins to slowly unlace his shoes.]

[If he's meant to not be moving, he failed at that a long time ago, with all the squirming - still, the reminder isn't enough to keep him from shifting forward, unconsciously, toward Izanagi]

O-oh yeah?

What - what're you thinking?

Hm? You don't trust your owner to take care of you?

[Easing one shoe off - tossing it aside, and moving on to the other, peering up at Hurricane from below.]

[The embarassment burns through him, hot and sudden, and the want rachets higher along with it. He bites down on his lip, shifting his weight again to the other foot]

It - it ain't that.

Of course not. Because you're my loyal pet, right?

[Once the shoe's removed, he stands again, face to face with Hurricane, petting his hair - letting his hand trail down his face and to his shoulder, gripping lightly to use Hurricane as support as he slowly pulls off his socks. Enjoying the control he has over Hurricane and how easily he bends to Izanagi's actions entirely too much.]

And to reward my loyal pet, I'll have to make sure you feel very, very good.

[He can't quite suppress the soft sound that tries to escape him - a whimper, almost]

[He's turned on by the proximity, and by Izanagi's casual words, and by how much Izanagi enjoys this control. His cock twitches again, untouched, and his cheeks burn hotter]

J-jesus, dude. Are you trying to kill me?

Hm? No, not at all.

[Leaning in closer again to murmur:]

Just dominating your every last thought.

[He releases Hurricane's shoulder to step back again, slowly undoing the catch to his pants.]

[He shivers again, another flush of want rushing through him at the words - at the visual]

[His eyes sweep down over Izanagi's bare chest to his hands at his waist, and he licks at his lips, unconsciously]

[He grins lazily as he begins to slide the pants down - though judging by the state of his own boxer briefs, he's not doing much better than Hurricane. More controlled, but that's about all, not helped by the way he keeps soaking up those feelings of want and desire rolling off the other.]

[He shudders hard - shifts again, biting down on his lip, the want rolling off Izanagi making him more desperate still]

Jesus. You look so -

G-god, hurry up.

[He stops when he hears that, which is a pity because he was just about to strip off the boxer-briefs.]

Hmm? What was that?

Go faster, I can't - I wanna see you.

[He wants quite a lot of things, actually, and all of them quite urgently,]

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