bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

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?

[Something very warm and very pleased, either at the agreement or at the question]

Whatcha feeling?

I take requests, y'know.

If it's a picnic... fancy sandwiches!

Done and done.

What else?

Fresh juice, too.

[Ruffling his hair again. How's the soaping coming along?]

[He's about done - eases back a little, so that he can move to Iznagi's shoulders, and then his arms]

Juice, huh? Think I can do that.

What about dessert?

Some kind of cake!

[Shifting his arms obligingly so Hurricane can reach wherever he needs.]

...cake, huh?

Guess I can figure something out.

[Over the chest, and down over his abdomen]

[Relaxing into the touches.]

I can always help out, too.

...naw.

I'll, uh. I'll work it out.

[Hesitant, a little unsure - but willing to attempt it, if that's what Izanagi wants]

[His hands drift lower, to the legs, gentle and thorough]

You sure?

[Petting his hair, wave after wave of comfort and encouragement.]

It'd be fun to help out, you know. I could handle the baking while you handle the rest.

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