bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

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.

[Oh. That does sound good - because his own want is ramping up as Hurricane describes it. When he does speak, it's practically a purr.]

That can definitely be arranged.

[Starting with leaning in to kiss Hurricane, one hand pressing him into the headboard as the other brushes teasingly along his cock.]

[He makes a shuddery sort of noise into the kiss - cants his hips up hopefully, to press into Izanagi's hand]

[Want and a little frission of pleasure bloom inside him, at the touch]

[His hand shifts, pressing down on his abdomen again - moving won't be permitted, apparently. Not that he says anything, too occupied with deepening the kiss, tasting more of him.

His other hand roams his chest before settling to play with one of his nipples.]

[He groans, softly, the sound muffled by Izanagi's mouth - licks into the kiss, eager]

[The anxiety from before has been well and truly eclipsed by everything else, entirely forgotten now by other things that are much more pressing]

[All according to keikaku.

As long as Hurricane manages to mostly keep from rocking into it, he'll begin brushing his hand lightly over his cock. Still kissing him deeply, and still teasing his chest, letting their combined want build, bit by bit.]

[It isn't actually that long before he shudders and breaks, pressing up into Izanagi's hand again]

[The angle's bad for it, with the way he's tied to the headboard, but he rocks up as best he's able, making use of what little leverage he has]

[And just like that, he draws his hand away again, breaking off the kiss.]

I don't think I said you could move.

[The want spikes hard and sharp, and Hurricane makes a sound that is decidedly close to a whimper. He can't quite help the way his hips press up again, one last time, seeking the touch that's been withdrawn]

Oh, Jesus, dude.

That's one strike. How about... once we hit three, you have to suck me off.

Or maybe that's actually a reward...?

[He raises his hand to catch Hurricane's chin instead.]

[He leans into the touch, blatant, the want thrumming through him bright and strong]

P-pretty sure it ain't a punishment.

You won't be allowed to touch yourself, though. It'll be all for me.

[Deviousness in that want - enjoying the control, as usual.]

[Another spike of want, either in response to the words or the deviousness or both]

Not - not even a little?

Not even a little.

Your punishment is to be used by me, after all ♥

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