[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.]
[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]
[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]
[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.]
[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]
[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.]
[He hisses in a breath, as Izanagi starts to press in - rocks up immediately, trying to take in more, and faster. The desire is bright and thick and urgent; his breathing is ragged]
[His hands slide up and down Hurricane's sides, restless from their combined desires. It's only once he's pressed in to the hilt that he breathes out, soft - leans in to capture Hurricane's lips with his own, and begins to thrust into him in earnest.]
[He makes a choked sort of sound, as Izanagi finally starts to move - leans into the kiss like he's dying for it]
[Through the bond, Izanagi can feel how incredibly wound up he is already - the way the pleasure sings through his nerves, bright and all-encompassing]
[It's precisely because of those feelings that he's plenty aroused as is, setting a quick pace right away as he deepens the kiss, one of those hands snaking down to wrap around Hurricane's cock - beginning to pump him with every thrust.]
[The cry is much louder this time, when Izanagi takes him in hand, though it's mostly muffled by the kiss. He jolts up into the hold, more complicated emotions falling by the wayside in favor of the swelling tidal wave of want, and the heat of the pleasure, and the silent yes-yes-yes-please that thrums through the connection]
[He doesn't have much leverage to speed the pace in this position, but he's doing the best he's able, planting his feet on the quilt to help rock up into into Izangai's hand and press back into the thrusts]
[He's pleased by Hurricane's reactions, tilting his head for better access - the want and desire to claim every part of Hurricane growing and growing by the minute.
When he breaks for air it's only briefly before diving in, thrusting into Hurricane with a certain urgency, edging closer and closer to the peak.]
[Izanagi isn't the only one; wound up as he is, Hurricane is catapulting toward the edge with breathtaking speed, already drawn up tight and trembling, a fraction of an inch from tipping over]
[He whines a little, into the kiss, the sound frankly needy - frankly a little pleading]
[Even he can't help moaning into the kiss, stroking him a little faster, thrusting a little harder, intent on pushing Hurricane and by extension himself right over that edge.]
[It doesn't take much - two more thrusts and all at once that pleasure coiled tight inside him finally snaps]
[He keens as he comes, the force of it crashing over him hard and sudden, fingers opening and closing on nothing as though searching for something to ground him]
[At that surge of pleasure, Izanagi goes tumbling right with him, filling him with a groan and continuing to rock into him as he rides out the feeling of both of them climaxing together, pressing himself up against Hurricane's body all but clinging to him.]
[He's still trying to catch his breath - still deep in Hurricane, hands resting on Hurricane's hips while he gathers himself. And then, moving to reach around him, untying the shirt from his eyes with fumbling hands. Wanting to see Hurricane's face fully.]
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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.
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[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...?
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[Affectionate as he cups his cheek just briefly. And then:]
Now, let's get you back in bed for your reward.
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Sounds - sounds pretty good.
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[His hands drift to his shoulders.]
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Let's see, where were we...?
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Think you were getting me ready.
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Think you're ready? Or should I work at it a little more...?
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I'm - I'm ready.
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[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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G-god. That feels -
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[Through the bond, Izanagi can feel how incredibly wound up he is already - the way the pleasure sings through his nerves, bright and all-encompassing]
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[He doesn't have much leverage to speed the pace in this position, but he's doing the best he's able, planting his feet on the quilt to help rock up into into Izangai's hand and press back into the thrusts]
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When he breaks for air it's only briefly before diving in, thrusting into Hurricane with a certain urgency, edging closer and closer to the peak.]
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[He whines a little, into the kiss, the sound frankly needy - frankly a little pleading]
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[He keens as he comes, the force of it crashing over him hard and sudden, fingers opening and closing on nothing as though searching for something to ground him]
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[The sensation seems to go on forever, until he's breathless with it - until finally, finally, he starts to come down, still trembling]
Holy crap.
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[He looks, frankly, kind of wrecked, though a crooked smile spreads over his lips at the sight of Izanagi]
Hey.
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