bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

[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 He can't quite help the way his hips press up again, one last time, seeking the touch that's been withdrawn]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 ♥

[He makes a small sound - squirms, a little]

Jesus, dude. That's -

[Hot, if any of the feelings rolling off of him are any indication,]

Understand? No moving into my hands.

[Mischievous - he can feel those emotions loud and clear even if his words paint a different story.

Once again, he leans in to kiss Hurricane, deepening it immediately as his hand slides down once more to lightly stroke his cock.]

[He groans, softly, into the kiss; the want spikes immediately, flaring bright and hot along with the pleasure]

[Hurricane presses into the kiss like he's aching for it - is aching for it, if the emotions drifting in through the link is any indication. He's still managing to keep still, but he's already trembling, a little, with the effort not to move]

[It's hard not to grin into the kiss, feeling that mess of emotions. Even as he presses into the kiss, his hand wraps around his cock to pump him, agonizingly slow - waiting for him to be too overcome to sit still any longer.]

[Now that he knows the game, he makes an effort to hold out, though Izanagi can feel the way the want batters at his reserves as the seconds tick past - the restless impulse to move, to rock into Iznaagi's hold in a pace that's less torturously slow]

[It isn't long before he has to break the kiss to gasp for air, not entirely able to stifle a whimper]

[Even wracked with want himself, he can't help but be pleased by Hurricane's reaction, lips trailing down his neck even as he murmurs:]

Oh? Is this too much for you after all?

[-And then bites down, lightly pressing his teeth into skin as he works to leave yet another mark.

The pace remains slow as ever.]

[He groans, a sharp jolt of pleasure bursting through him as Izanagi bites down. The tip of his cock, already damp with precome, becomes a little damper, and his hips stutter forward into the hold, restless and searching]

Ahh, jesus -

[He sounds a little breathless,]

[And just like that, he pulls his hand back again.]

Strike two ♪

[He whines, a frustrated sort of sound; want rises up like a tidal wave, and his hips hitch forward again, desprate, into nothing]

Hizumi...

Hmmm... maybe I should open you up? You'd like it if I fucked you properly too, right?

[He's practically murmuring into Hurricane's neck, even if he's keeping his hand away from his crotch.]

[He groans, soft and needy, the twist of desire at Izanagi's words impossible to miss]

God, yeah. Do it, I want - I want you.

[He's pleased with Hurricane's answer, with a dash of excitement - as fun as it is to tease him, there's a steady stream of want and desire rolling off him the whole while.]

The rules are the same, though. If you move into my hand, that's another strike.

[He draws back, and there's a pop of a plastic cap. By the time his hand returns to Hurricane's skin, there's a distinct feeling of slick oil.]

[He whimpers, a little, at the pop of the cap - at the warmth of Izanagi's skin]

[His own want would have been plenty all on its own, but with Izanagi's building on top of it, it's all he can do to keep from squirming, even untouched. His cock curves flushed and aching up toward his stomach, the tip slick with precome]

G-god. Are you trying to kill me?

[Despite the words, he is incredibly, incredibly into this, and that makes the want tick even higher]

Maybe a little. [Mischievous.] It's fun to slowly drive you crazy like this.

Just how much longer before you're begging, I wonder...?

[And with that, he slowly eases a finger into Hurricane, still with it enough to monitor his emotional reactions.]

[The words themselves amp the want up higher, and as soon as Iznaagi starts to press in, he can feel the effort that it takes not to just press back into the finger]

God. That feels...

Good, doesn't it? And this is only one.

[Which he'll push all the way in before slowly dragging it out again - in and out, the same agonizingly slow pace as the strokes from earlier.]

Unless you think you're ready for more...?

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