bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[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.

[He peels himself up off the floor, with effort - reaches for the shampoo, and squirts some into his hand]

[The emotions are the same, still: affection, warm and sweet and soft, as he gently works the suds into Izanagi's hair]

[He clearly enjoys it very much - not quite to the same level as Hurricane, but still craving for that physical affection, and getting the satisfaction of finding it.]

[He takes his time with it, gentle and attentive - massages Izanagi's scalp, from the very top all the way to the base of his skull]

[When he gets there, he spends a little extra time pressing into the muscles there - the ones that get tight, when the neck muscles are tense]

[There's a soft inhale as he gets the tight muscles at the back of his neck, a different, more innocent pleasure at having it tended to, at the knowledge Hurricane knows him well enough to know exactly what to do.]

[There's affection, at that - something deeply touched and almost protective, that Izanagi lets him do this]

[His fingers keep up their work, making a full-on detour to the neck, wanting to tend to it - wanting Izanagi to feel good, to relax]

[He does relax into the touch, closing his eyes with a contented sigh - contentment rolling off him, emotionally, too as Hurricane's fingers make short work of the accumulated knots.]

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