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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.]

[He opens up to them - soaks them in]

...yeah. If that's - if that's cool.

More than cool.

[Grinning warmly and going to retrieve soap himself.]

Then - thanks, dude.

[A shy sort of gratitude, and he ducks his head a little]

Thanks for what - liking to pamper my boyfriend?

[Teasing and affectionate as he begins to soap up Hurricane's back, massaging the muscles as he goes.]

Thanks for the pampering.

[He leans into it, a little]

[His back is a mess of knots, honestly, especially the side where he compensates for the weight of the fake leg]

[Time to return the favor Hurricane did for his neck, it seems. He'll really take his time working out each knot as he goes, starting with the shoulders. Emotionally, there's just a strong sense of care and contentment, being able to do this for him.]

[There's an odd swell of emotion, as Izanagi works at him; the physical relief, yes, but also gratitude, and a flustered sort of uncertainty, as though perhaps he is not use to this much attention being paid to something like this]

You're not the only one who can do massages, you know ♪

[So much affection, moving down his back.]

We could make a habit of it.

What, trading off?

[He's melting a little under the attention, some of the tension in him starting to go]

I think it's a fair trade.

[Lingering a bit as Hurricane melts before moving down to the small of his back,]

[The small of his back is where the worst of it it is, honestly, and he makes a small sound, leaning into the touch]

I'm in if you are.

[Better spend some extra time on it then, pleased to feel the relief Hurricane gets from his work.]

Then it's a deal.

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