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[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.]

[Possibly this is made harder by the fact that Hurricane is leaning into the touch pretty blatantly now, but it doesn't seem to be an entirely conscious decision]

[Certainly he is a little hazy with the warm-yes-good feelings soaking through him]

[That's just fine with him. He's soaking up the feelings too, reveling in them - pressing a soft kiss to Hurricane's shoulder when it gets to be too much before he continues, safe from the suds but still near.]

[Everything is very soft, and very warm, and very good; there's a little swell of affection, at the kiss, and Hurricane presses it out toward him, all sweet and earnest]

...There. I think that should do it for your hair. I'll guide you up to rinse and then you can mine next.

[Soft - a chance for Hurricane to enjoy pampering someone, as he knows he likes.]

[It takes a minute, for his brain to un-melt itself enough for words, but he manages, eventually:]

...thanks, dude.

That felt real nice.

It felt nice for me, too.

[Taking his hand to slowly guide him up off the floor and into the direct stream of water so he can begin rinsing the suds from his hair.]

[He leans into that, too - goes where he's guided, all trust and affection]

Yeah, well - you're gonna get it first-hand in a second here.

I can't wait.

[It's the truth - he's already anticipating it. But for now, he's thorough about making sure all the shampoo is removed and Hurricane's hair is left clean.]

...Think that's all of it.

Mmm. Thanks, Hizumi.

[He leans in, languid, to press a kiss to whatever's nearest - Izanagi's wrist]

Your turn, okay?

[He does like that - the combination of the kiss and his name.]

Mm-hm. I'm looking forward to it.

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