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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.]

[Leans in to meet him, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss immediately]

[Readily deepening the kiss, hands sliding to begin idly playing with his chest, thumbs seeking out those sensitive nubs to pinch and roll.]

[He makes a soft sound that's mostly muffled by the kiss - shudders as Izanagi begins toying with his nipples, pressing up unconsciously into the touch]

[His own hands start to wander, trailing up to feel along Izanagi's hips and sides]

[He does enjoy that, the sensation of Hurricane's hands wandering his body.

When he breaks the kiss, he licks his lips thoughtfully as he looks down on Hurricane.]

I don't have a collar for you... maybe I should mark you as my pet some other way?

People should know you're all mine, after all.

[And at that word, "mine," those idle rubs become a quick twist.]

[He yelps, at the twist to his nipples - can't help the way he shudders up into the contact. Without clothes on, it's extremely obvious how into this he is]

What - what were you thinking?

Could just mark your skin. For example...

[Shifting to press his lips - and his teeth - up against Hurricane's neck even as his hands never quite let up.]

[He whimpers, softly - tilts his head a little, to give Izanagi better access]

Yeah. That'd - that'd work.

[He sounds breathless, frankly; his hands are a little greedy, where they wander over Izanagi's form, a little restless]

[He takes that invitation, teeth biting lightly along the skin as he works to leave a dark bruise of a mark, humming, pleased at the feel of Hurricane's hands.]

[He shivers and shifts as Izanagi makes him; his hands continue to explore, already eager, drifting around to the front to palm at his chest]

Jesus, dude. That - you really weren't kidding, huh.

[When he draws back, it's to purr in Hurricane's ear, pleased:]

I could always leave more. Really make sure to get the message across.

[He bites down on his lip - shifts again,deliberate, and tries to tug Izanagi in flush against him]

I mean... ain't nothing stopping you.

Should I take that as an invitation?

[Though he's not actually stopping to confirm, lips trailing down his neck as he bites down lightly again, devious.]

[He makes a soft noise - shifts a little, restless, and tips his head a little to allow better access]

Y-yeah. That's - do it.

[He makes sure to leave his mark - and another, and another, biting down just a little harder with each one, monitoring his emotional output the whole while, impish curiosity at just how much pain is his preference.]

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