bondsofsuffering | Emotionshare Bingo

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.]

[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]

G-god. That feels -

[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 cries out again when Izanagi finishes - louder, this time - swept away by the combined pleasure of them both finishing at once]

[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.

[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.]

[He's flushed and disheveled, panting for air open-mouthed; his lips are red and swollen]

[He looks, frankly, kind of wrecked, though a crooked smile spreads over his lips at the sight of Izanagi]

Hey.

[Grinning back lazily.]

You look really good like this, you know that?

[And leaning in again for a kiss, softer this time.]

He returns the kiss in kind - very warm, and very soft, something a little dazed from the pleasure drifting in over the connection]

[He presses up against (and by extension, into,) Hurricane as they kiss, one hand tangling in his hair as the other wraps around to his back, relishing in every scrap of contact he can get.]

[He makes a soft sound into the kiss - shivers and presses into it, something content and sated radiating out from him like a miniature sun]

[Soft warmth and so, so much affection, the kiss lingering for a full moment before he draws back again - pulls out, with a soft noise.]

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