bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[He's fairly anxious, at first, at least as Izanagi starts to tie him into place. But when it stays just the elbows, and the shoelaces don't tighten very much, the high alert starts to wane]

[The affection helps, too; even if he can't see Izanagi, he can feel him there, and he clings to the link as though holding tight to Izanagi's hand]

[Once he's done tying it into place, he cups Hurricane's face with a hand - tilts his head into another kiss, warm and affectionate.]

Very good. I'll have to reward you ♡

[Though even as he says that, he's still keeping tabs on Hurricane's emotions, seeing if he really is okay with this.]

[There are plenty of nerves, but he seems to be doing okay so far - leans into the kiss, and the affection, and the warmth]

O-oh yeah?

What, uh. What were you thinking?

[He hums up against Hurricane's cheek.]

I could get you all riled up. You wouldn't even know what to expect thanks to this.

[A light tap against the fabric of the blindfold.]

Or... mm, if you were okay with me leaving you for a little...

[His other hand trails down, down, down, from Hurricane's face to his neck, then his back, and then to his ass - giving it a squeeze.]

I could just fuck you, too ♪

[It's impossible to miss the sharp spark of interest at the first suggestion - enough to pierce through the anxiety, leaving him flustered and extremely aware of the way Izanagi's hand feels as it trails down the length of him]

[He shivers a little, at the squeeze to his ass]

You could, uh. You could always do both?

It's tempting.

[That hand traces circles along his ass as he presses another kiss to his cheek.]

I'll need to leave you here for a minute. Think you'll be okay?

[A soft swell of anxiety, at that, which he attempts to tamp down]

You gonna be in the room, still?

From this room to the bathroom and back.

[Affection and soothing.]

Bet you'll be able to feel me the whole time, though. And once I'm back, I'll torment you 'til you can't stand it anymore.

[The interest rises up to overtake the anxiety - and desire, sharp and sweet, at that promise]

Jesus.

That sounds...

Fun, right?

[Another squeeze.]

So you'll be good and wait for me, won't you?

...yeah. I'll, uh.

[He tugs at his arms a little - gives a shaky sort of laugh]

I'll be right here.

[Leaning in to kiss him again, pressing his tongue between Hurricane's lips for a full moment before he draws back again.]

I'll make sure it's worth the wait.

[He leans in to follow the kiss when Izanagi pulls away - flushes, a little, when he realizes he can't, some muddled mix of want and embarassment flooding in in response to that promise]

I mean... you always do.

If you start feeling lonely, just imagine all the things you want me to do to you while you're my captive.

[Playful as he slides off of the bed. He'll keep up a steady stream of affection and want, want, want as he makes a quick trip to the bathroom again - he will not, in fact, keep Hurricane waiting long if he can help it.]

[It's hard to freak himself out too much with that steady stream of want, want, want washing over him - hard to let his thoughts wander too far in an unwelcome direction when he and Izanagi are still linked, and he can feel that Izanagi is still there]

[The want is definitely affecting him; before long, it's reflecting back in the other direction, too. And possibly he's taken Izanagi's advice to imagine some things, because it starts to ramp up much faster, all of a sudden,]

[Amusement even as their shared desire mingles in the beginnings of a feedback loop. Soon enough, there's a weight on the bed, shifting right between his legs.]

So? It felt to me like you came up with some interesting ways to really torture you ♥

[He shivers a little - spreads his legs a bit, unconsciously, as the desire ticks up another couple of notches]

You said I should, like - think about stuff.

And what did you think about? I've got some ideas...

[So he says, resting a hand lightly on his abdomen,]

But I can easily add a few juuuust for you.

[The want settles in, thick and heady, as Izanagi's hand settles on him; he can't help but shift a little, pressing into it]

You could, uh.

Get me worked up some?

That was already the plan.

[Tracing a line slowly, slowly downwards, mischievous.]

But you were imagining some pretty specific stuff, weren't you?

[He shifts a little more,]

Maybe...?

[That slow trace along his skin pauses.]

It's not nice to lie, you know.

[He's amused, though.]

[Want, want, want, the steady pulse of it like a heartbeat]

That mean I'm in trouble?

Could be.

Tell me how you imagined me and I'll figure out how I should punish you.

[Reflecting back that want, but there's a mix of deviousness involved, too.]

[A little thrill of anticipation, and the want inches higher still]

I thought about, like - y'know.

You'd get me pretty worked up, but you wouldn't let me get, like. All the way?

[He shifts a little - licks at his lips. Embarassment is creeping in at the edges, hot and twisting, ticking up at the edges along with all that want]

Only you'd be pretty worked up, too. Cause of the link. So you'd have to take care of yourself, some. Or have me do it. Maybe a couple times.

[A long beat or two. The humiliation is bright and hot and impossible to ignore. Finally he forces out:]

Before, like. Before you let me.

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