bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

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...?

[He makes a soft sound in his throat, low and pleading. He's trembling with the effort to stay still, pleasure and want want want thrumming through him thick and heady]

Yeah. Y-yes, god, please, Hizumi --

[Pulling his finger out and beginning to ease two in this time, pleased with the reactions he's getting, even if the building desire is getting difficult to stifle,]

[Thankfully, he won't have to for very long; as Izanagi starts to push in with two, Hurricane shudders and gives in, hips hitching up to try to take them deeper]

[The want is liquid fire in his veins, and his chest is heaving with ragged breaths by now; he realizes almost immediately that he's moved, and what it will mean, and the little surge of frustration-interest-want swells hot and immediate in response]

Hizumi -- please --

Aaaaand that's strike three. You know what that means.

[A little too smug as he pulls his fingers out again.]

Looks like you'll be servicing me after all ♥

[That frustration-interest-want grows sharper, as Izanagi pulls out, and he groans, low and plaintive - can't help the way his hips roll upward into nothing, hopeful]

Ahh, jesus, dude, don't - don't stop -

Aren't you the one who said sucking me off wasn't a punishment?

[Devious as he reaches out to begin guiding Hurricane off the bed.]

Now, kneel on the floor facing the bed. Just think of it this way: the sooner you satisfy me, the sooner I get to fuck you thoroughly, 'kay? ♥

[He shivers, a little, as Izanagi guides him off the bed - leans into the touch]

Guess - guess I better hurry it up then, huh.

[He goes a little unsteadily to the floor - shifts, and bites at his lip. He's aching to taking himself in hand - tugs at the ties a little, testing the strength]

Planning an escape?

[Teasing as he catches Hurricane's chin in his hand - gently directs him, until his lips brush against Izanagi's cock.]

There's only one way out, you know.

[Another thrill of want rushes through him, hotter than before; he leans into Izanagi's hands, letting himself be guided]

[No sooner does his mouth find Izanagi's cock than he parts his lips, obliging - takes the tip in to suckle]

[He sucks in a breath, hand shifting to his hair instead, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging lightly.

It's quickly evident he's plenty aroused already, especially with the pre beading from the tip.]

[He makes a pleased sort of hum at the discovery - eases forward to take Izanagi deeper]

[The motion makes him groan softly, shockwaves of pleasure racing through him from the link. The want throbs heady and warm like a heartbeat, and his hips twitch forward, unintentionally, into nothing]

[Hurricane might not have anything to rock into, but Izanagi sure does, and he begins to do so - has to focus to make sure he starts slow, so Hurricane knows what to expect, instead of giving in to the desire to thrust wantonly.]

[By the reaction, he doesn't need the slow start - seems to be busy pressing forward, as though he's trying to swallow down as much as he can reach]

[His mouth is very warm and very willing; the pleasure-want amalgamation rolling from him in waves is very strong indeed]

[It really doesn't take much to encourage him in this state.

With Hurricane's approval, or at least, the closest thing to when his mouth is already occupied, he speeds the pace - erratic, really, interested more in immediate pleasure than anything else.]

[He makes another soft sound, muffled; as the pleasure amps up as Izangi presses deeper and faster, starting to take it how he likes it, the desire radiating out from Hurricane continues to grow, a low, sweet ache]

[Unconsciously, he tries to reach again to take himself in hand, and the flustered coil of frustrated need that spikes when he remembers he can't - or perhaps the fact that he can't in the first place - only serves to stoke the flames higher]

[He can feel that frustration, hand petting his hair roughly, a little too distracted by how close he is to the edge to properly express his affection. Fortunately, it comes through loud and clear through the link along with that desire and want, want, want.]

Soon.

[He's quickly approaching the climax, and after that, he'll make sure Hurricane is rewarded with the same.]

[He soaks up the affection - soaks up the want, too, and it blends with his own, making it brighter and more intense than either of them could have managed alone]

[He presses forward, swallowing Izanagi down like he's desperate for it - chokes, a little, and has to pull back, and then presses forward again, just as eager]

[Between his legs, untouched, his cock is hard and red and dripping]

[It's enough.

His grip goes tight in Hurricane's hair, and a moan of pleasure slips past his lips as he cums, Hurricane's mouth hot and tight around him.]

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