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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.]

[He groans, low and heartfelt, as the rush of Izanagi's orgasm hits him - swallows it all down, mouth working intent and earnest to milk him of every last drop]

[It leaves him breathless, grip eventually loosening once he realizes - once he remembers how to function after practically drowning in the sheer pleasure of it all.

He's still far from calm, what with Hurricane's incessant want still flowing through, but it has him sated even momentarily, and he slowly draws back to catch Hurricane's chin in his hand again.]

What a good pet.

[His hair is mussed; his lips are red and swollen with the proof of what they've just been doing]

[He leans into the touch like he is some kind of pet - a dog begging for attention, perhaps]

[Izanagi can feel the flush of embarassment that rushes through him at the words - the way it twists and twines together with the desire, somehow heightening both]

Was that, like - was that okay...?

Edited 2022-05-23 08:04 (UTC)

More than okay. You did a good job.

[Affectionate as he cups his cheek just briefly. And then:]

Now, let's get you back in bed for your reward.

[The pang of want at that promise is intense; he can't help the way he shivers, or the way he shifts, all but squirming where he kneels there on the floor]

Sounds - sounds pretty good.

Then stand up and I'll guide you back again.

[His hands drift to his shoulders.]

[He cants into the touch a little, needy - bites down on his lip, and gets his feet up under him. His balance is good enough that he gets to his feet without the help of his hands with little problem, though he is, perhaps, a touch unsteady due to a very pressing distraction,]

[He'll rest his hands on Hurricane's hips as he stands, tugging him gently back to bed - getting him settled up against the headboard again, legs spread, deviousness and want rolling off him the whole while.]

Let's see, where were we...?

[He spreads his legs a little wider - flushes and ducks his head, as he realizes how that must look]

Think you were getting me ready.

[He hums, hands still resting on Hurricane's hips.]

Think you're ready? Or should I work at it a little more...?

[He groans, low -- shudders, another spike of want shivering through him at the thought of having to wait longer. His cock gives another little twitch, the precome beading at the tip beginning to overflow]

I'm - I'm ready.

Good boy.

[There's a grin in his words - another pop of that cap as he prepares himself shortly before he presses himself up against Hurricane, easing himself in.]

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