bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

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.

I'm sure.

We can make stuff together some other time, kay? I'll figure this one out.

[Finishing up with the feet]

'Kay. If you're sure.

[He's curious to see what Hurricane will come up with, if mildly concerned he asked for too much. But he'll push the thought aside.]

My turn to pamper you.

[There's still that hesitation - a little bit of worry, even - but under that, the determination to get it right somehow]

[He presses reassurance out Izanagi's way, soft, trying to soothe those concerns]

You did a lot of pampering already.

Ehhh, but what if I want to do more?

[DISAPPOINTED AT THE THOUGHT HE WON'T GET TO!!]

[A little taken aback, at the disappointment - at the idea, perhaps, that someone could genuinely want to take care of him]

For real?

[Feeling that - and pressing in with affection.]

For real! You don't think I did all that just because I felt like I had to, did you?

I mean - no.

[Flustered and warm and touched]

I mean - I hope not?

I want to pamper you. So let me?

[Affectionate and fond and wanting, but this time for the sake of feeling Hurricane relax into those feelings.]

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