bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[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.]

[He's getting better at it; his fingers know where to look, now. He uses the emotionshare link as a cheatsheet - focuses on the spots that feel best, kneading at them until the tension is gone]

[All the while, there's a steady stream of affection, of fondness, of warmth - and when at last he's worked the knots out and turns his attention back to Izanagi's hair, there's something small and pleased underneath everything else, something almost like pride]

[He sends back that affection and warmth and - gratitude, too, for helping him to relax, for addressing that weight no one else can relieve him of.]

...You're the only one who found them, you know? ...The only one who fixes them, too.

[And it's touching in many ways that Hurricane went out of his way to do so, all for his sake.]

[There's something soft and very fond, in return - something straightforwardly glad, that he was able to help Izanagi with this, with anything, even only a little]

Guess I better make sure I keep on it.

Lemme know next time it starts to get bad, okay?

[He rinses the shampoo clean, gentle and attentive - works in the conditioner, to follow]

I think that's just "always."

[A little self-deprecating - games are rough, and often, too. He's just good at pretending all is well.

But this has nothing to do with that, and he simply allows himself to relax into the attention Hurricane gives him, warm and fond and comfortable.]

[He makes a soft sort of hum, considering, as he starts to work the conditioner out]

[There's a little pang of understanding, to go with it]

Do this more often, got it.

There's plenty of chances, at least?

[They do spend a lot of time together. But he'll shut his mouth so he doesn't get any conditioner in it.]

Guess I'll just have to be better about taking them.

[He's very gentle, and very thorough, and very soft, and his emotions match. Eventually he puts the shower nozzle back]

...there. All set.

[It feels good - the emotions, and the physical sensations. Once Hurricane's done, he wraps his arms around him to nuzzle at his neck affectionately.]

Soap next, right?

[Playful, too, at that mention.]

Soap next.

[He nuzzles back, gentle - bends to get the soap and lather up the cloth]

[He's still soaking in everything Izanagi has to offer - putting out warm-good-soft in return]

[He pulls away just enough for Hurricane to actually soap him up, sticking near - ready to tangle his hands in Hurricane's hair the instant he puts his head down to get him cleaned up, mild mischief mingling with those strong waves of affection.]

[Curiosity, and fondness - he pauses, as Izanagi's fingers find his hair]

What's up?

I just can't keep my hands to myself, that's all.

[Not technically a lie, especially not with all that affection flowing through.]

We can pamper each other at the same time, right?

Yeah. Guess that works okay.

[He wraps his arms around Izanagi, gentle - uses the excuse to start soaping up his back, pressing soft kisses to his neck]

You remember last time we played this kinda game?

[He tilts his head to give Hurricane better access, fingers still threading idly through his hairs soft and warm and fond.]

Mm, as monsters, right?

Yeah. And we, like - y'know. Were out in the park, just after sunset?

[His hands are very gentle and very thorough; the emotions are achingly fond]

Mm-hm. What about it?

[Fond, yet also curious.]

It was nice.

We oughtta do that again sometime. Like - a picnic, or whatever.

[Fond, and warm, and a little nostalgic]

[Oh. Judging by the rush of warmth, he likes that idea very much indeed.]

Yeah. Yeah, we should.

[And then, slightly teasing:]

What's on the menu?

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