bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

You heard me.

[Firm, watching him all the while.]

[The hard edge to the tone does absolutely nothing to help the way he aches for it. He ducks his head, though, in an approximation of a nod - steps into the shower]

[He can't seem to figure out what to do with his hands - fidgets, trying very hard not think about what he really wants to do with them]

[Stepping in behind him and shutting the door as he switches on the water to warm - and, once that's done, latches on to Hurricane from behind, arms encircling his waist as he presses his body up against Hurricane's backside.]

Good boy. I think it's time for your reward-?

[There's a thrum of anticipation and excitement accompanying all that desire now, too.]

[The anticipation surges to the forefront, bright and eager; the desire thrums through him like a livewire]

What - what kinda reward were you thinking?

Well...

I could help you like this. [His hand brushes feather-light against Hurricane's erection] But I was thinking...

If you were sucking me off and taking care of yourself at the same time - wouldn't that just mean those feelings would be doubled-?

[A shudder, at the teasing brush of Izanagi's fingers; he can't help but lean into it, needing the touch - can't help the way the teasing makes him want it even more]

Yeah. We could - we could try that.

[Despite the bravado, he wants this very badly too, and he releases Hurricane from his grasp quickly enough.]

[He falls to his knees with a needy little sound - presses a kiss to Iznaagi's thigh, and then another]

Can I - ?

[Eager himself, stifling a sound at the kiss as his fingers find Hurricane's hair, tangling among the strands.]

M-mm. Do it.

[He takes Izanagi's cock in hand, to hold him steady - licks up the length of it, like he's licking an ice cream cone]

[Then he takes it in - swallows it down, as much as he's able, groaning at the reflected pleasure]

[He can't help moaning too, fingers digging into his scalp, and yet there's a certain hazy awareness, trying to be rough without causing accidental harm.]

[He presses forward, eager - trying to take all of it. He can't quite manage - chokes, and has to back off, using his fingers to make up the slack, stroking gently along the base where he can't reach]

[Hurricane begins to bob his head, finding a rhythm that's frankly a little urgent,]

[A flutter of concern as he chokes, but it's quickly overtaken by the sheer pleasure of Hurricane's mouth tight around his cock. Between both their emotions he doesn't even pause to think before bucking into that waiting mouth, already leaking pre and on the verge of much more.]

Good- mm, you're so good-

[His hands can't seem to find any place to rest in his hair, gripping and tugging at the strands as he rapidly approaches climax.]

[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]

[His breaths are heavy, covered up only by the patter of water around them, and with the addition of Hurricane tending to his own cock the feedback loop of pleasure becomes nearly overwhelming.]

S-soon-

[stuttered, hands still restless in Hurricane's hair as he makes use of Hurricane's mouth, movements less of a rhythm and more desperate for impending release.]

[He doesn't seem to mind - seems to be drowning in the want and the pleasure, himself, almost lost in the feedback loop]

[He makes a sound that's meant to be acknowledgement, but frankly comes out as a needy sort of moan. His hand has picked up the pace, working urgently to bring him to the edge that's embarrassingly close at hand]

[The onslaught of emotions paired with just how aroused he already was quickly pushes him over the edge. He can't help the cry of pleasure as he cums, hips still bucking into Hurricane's mouth as he works through the climax swimming in the resulting sea of want and pleasure that feels so so good.]

[Hurricane isn't far behind, caught up in the surge of pleasure from Izanagi's own climax. With a few quick strokes, he's spilling helplessly across his hand, a choked sort of moan adding vibrations to the feel of his throat and his tongue as they work]

[He swallows it down, as best he's able - a little clumsily, maybe, but eager all the same]

[He lets those feelings of pleasure wash over him as he rides out the orgasm, a little shaky once it's over, a lot of affection for Hurricane as his fingers thread through his hair, gentler this time.]

That was...

[How to even describe it? For once, he's at a loss for words.]

[Affection sweeps out from him toward Izanagi like a slow, surging tide; beyond that, he's lost in the aftermath, content and honestly a little dazed]

[He eases back, at length - presses a kiss to Izanagi's hip, after he's managed to catch his breath]

...real good?

[His voice is kind of wrecked, and he rests his forehead against Izanagi's thigh, nuzzling there]

Yeah.

[Still breathless as he settles down with Hurricane on the floor of the shower stall, affectionate and fond as his arms loop loosely around his shoulders.]

You did a good job. You feel amazing.

[And with a crooked grin, he presses in for a kiss.]

[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]

[There's a flutter of pleasure as he's complimented, and he pours that into the kiss, pressing in to deepen it.]

[He obliges with a soft hum of approval, opening his mouth to allow better access]

[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.]

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