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[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.]

[Not a whole lot, evidently; breaking the skin seems like it would be a litte too intense]

[But he likes to feel it, and he likes the ache after, to remind him what Izanagi's done. Before long, the want has grown, lapping at the edges of both of them, insistent]

[Good, because for all his posturing he doesn't actually want to hurt Hurricane too badly. When he draws back again, there's a sense of satisfaction as he surveys the fruits of his labor, feels that heavy want mingling with his own.]

You look much better this way, you know.

[Tracing his fingers along the Mark's briefly before catching under his chin.]

Lucky me, owning such a sweet pet ♡

[He flushes, dark - ducks his head a little]

[The want want want thrumming through him mingles with the embarassment, heady and warm]

Were we, uh. Were we gonna do the other stuff, still?

From the list.

Mm-hmm. Which ones did you want to knock out next?

I - I mean.

The ones that were on theme?

[Excited and embarassed and a little bit nervous]

Sure. But you still haven't said which ones you want.

[Teasing, amused.]

Like - the blindfold.

[Want-embarassment-uncertainty-trepidation]

And... y'know. The other one.

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