bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[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.]

[That want is reflected in turn - not want so much as wanted, and the kiss is slow and searching, one of his hands coming up to cup Izanagi's face]

[The kiss is certainly a lingering one. But there's a sudden feeling of reluctance, and he slowly pulls away.]

...Let me pamper my pet by washing your hair? After that, we can do lots more.

I can pamper you, too, y'know.

[Though there is in fact a surge of something anticipatory, for both the hair wash and the rest]

You can get me back after I'm done with you.

[Grinning, his own anticipation matching Hurricane's.]

..kay. Let's do this, then.

[His smile is very soft; the emotions that rise up to meet it are gentle and warm]

Close your eyes, 'kay?

[He'll rise to get some shampoo, settling down by Hurricane again to begin working it into his hair - taking his time, giving him more or less a scalp massage while he's at it.]

[Izanagi can feel the way he starts to melt into the touch - the way some deep part of him unfurls like a flower reaching for the sun, seeking out that simple contact]

[This is the emotional equivalent of a cat purring, okay]

[It is and he's enjoying it immensely, lathering up the shampoo and gently brushing strands and suds away before they can get too close too his eyes.]

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