bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

Like you didn't just do all this for me.

[Still amused - making his way down to his calf.]

I mean, yeah. But still.

I'm counter-pampering you for all the times you've pampered me.

[Down to the ankle, and then the foot.]

You pamper me lots.

[Still a little shy, but very content]

And you just got me back for it, so now I've got to return the favor.

[And as he finishes up with the scrubbing, shifts again so he can be face to face with Hurricane and steal a kiss.]

[Does it really count as stolen, considering how readily he leans into it?]

[He seems pleased with himself nevertheless, and when he draws back again, it's with that same level of warmth and affection.]

Time to do that cuddle square?

I'm in if you are, dude.

[The affection is mutual; it radiates out from him, warm and heady]

Then...

[Shutting off the water and snagging Hurricane's hand to step out of the stall, a soft smile on his face.]

[Goes along with him, easy, using his free hand to help himself to a towel and drap it over Izanagi's shoulders]

Guess we better get moving.

[Releasing his hand to grab another towel to toss to Hurricane.]

Gotta hurry and get that bingo, you know.

[But judging by the consistent outpouring of affection, he isn't actually terribly focused on the game anymore.]

[Catches it, easy, and begins to dry himself, all warmth and affection and fondness]

We got plenty of time to have fun with it.

[Drying himself off too.]

Right?

For now, I just want to enjoy my time with you ♥

[Almost confusingly - the tone is so sweet, it could well sound fake, but the feelings behind it are real.]

[Something warm and touched and very soft rises up, in response to the sincerity; as soon as they're both dry, he reaches out to take Izanagi's hand again]

Well - same.

I guess there is one last question, though...

Are we cuddling clothed, or...?

[Mischief returns.]

[A little flustered trill of interest, and he flushes - flushes darker, when he remembers what they were talking about before the shower]

Well, I mean. Seems like it's more work to put em back on, right?

If that's the excuse you want to use.

[Mischief remaining strong as he tugs Hurricane along to the bed.]

[Decidedly more flustered, though he goes very readily indeed,]

I-it ain't an excuse.

No? Then maybe you meant it's a lot of work to put it all on... and then take it all off again?

[As they approach the bed, he suddenly yanks on Hurricane's arm, trying to get him to stumble ahead so he can push him onto the mattress all the easier.]

[It's super effective; Hurricane was not expecting it at all, and he stumbles, easily pushed onto the mattress]

[Fluster: increase]

I mean... maybe something like that.

[Moving to pin him to the bed with a grin. Mischief reigns supreme, although there's a thrum of desire beneath it all.]

Guess it wouldn't do to let my pet get too comfortable.

[He gets more flustered still, the flush spreadng over his cheeks with the embarassment that comes at being called "pet"]

[The thrum of desire finds an echoing beat, and decided interest besides]

O-oh no?

Hmm? You don't think I'll treat my own pet well?

[He'll move one hand at least, cupping Hurricane's face - tilting his chin up just a little, if permitted.]

[He goes where he's guided, easily - leans into the touch a little]

I - I didn't say that.

Then trust in me to take goo~d care of you, okay?

[Leaning in for a kiss.]

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