I'll think about it, pet. Be good and undress yourself first, though. This, [shifting his knee a little, pressed up against Rye's pants.] is in the way.
[ It doesn't take much to imagine his hand settling elsewhere. Leaning back against the pillowed cushions behind him he glances back up to find Izanagi's gaze. For half a moment he seems to struggle with himself, his need and desire clear, yet it's distasteful to voice. At least, it isn't something he ever truly thought he would utter aloud.
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[ He hates the way his voice sounds as though he is pleading, and so he tries to steady it while his hands tug imploringly at him. In the end, he can't take the wait, aching in so many different ways, and finally spits it out. ]
I want you to fuck me.
[ It's so very blunt and he feels himself color even though he's already acting so shameless. He adds to it, as though just leaving it at that is no good. ]
And I... want you to touch me, and to touch you in turn.
[ He nuzzles into the touch, bumping against his hand as though encouraging more. The pleased sound turns into something more of a moan, however, as he brushes against the obvious arosal that has begun to strain against his pants. Hips lifting, he seeks out a more definite touch. ]
I think I do want to try something like this. Normally I'm confident wearing anything. So anything that can make me feel flustered-- it makes me want to try it even more!
[He reaches up to brush a thumb against one of those ears again before leaning in - gently pressing up against Hurricane to encourage him to lay back on the bed.]
[Taking his hand as he uses his other to press gently on Hurricane's chest, laying him flat on his back - and in perfect position for him to lean in for a kiss.]
[He deepens the kiss almost immediately, one hand tousling his hair and idly brushing a thumb against one of those soft dog ears as the other keeps him supported, otherwise straddling him.
The heat is returned, that's for certain - with the way it comes off him in waves, one could certainly conclude he's thinking of all the ways he might play with Hurricane in the moment.]
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[He can't seem to stay still for the life of him, and his flush has spread all the way to his ears]
[Also, when Iznagi manages to bare his chest, his nipples are pebbled little nubs, as though it's too cold in the room, although it really isn't,]
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Then, do you have any preferences you want to bring up now?
[Still idly digging his nails into Rye's scalp here and there.]
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....will you let me see your reactions?
You rarely do without an affect or drugs.
[A gentle kiss to his temple, hands rubbing gentle circles at his back.]
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[He leans up flush against Rye's chest, fingers still working at his hair, his scalp.]
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Seeing my love enjoying himself without restraint. You look beautiful.
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I'll think about it, pet. Be good and undress yourself first, though. This, [shifting his knee a little, pressed up against Rye's pants.] is in the way.
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[Inevitably, his hand trails all the way down, down, down to his waist, settling on his upper thigh.]
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What do you want right now?
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[ He hates the way his voice sounds as though he is pleading, and so he tries to steady it while his hands tug imploringly at him. In the end, he can't take the wait, aching in so many different ways, and finally spits it out. ]
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I can do that, if that's what you really want. But we'd have to be careful. It's a problem if my outfit gets dirty, you know?
[The hand at his thigh drifts inwards, knuckles just barely brushing up against the bulge.]
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No... of course not. Should we remove it?
[ His hands trace along his sides. ]
Would that be more comfortable for you?
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[His fingers trace along the inside of Tsukasa's thigh, carefully avoiding his arousal.]
But if you got on your hands and knees like a good boy, we could do something with that...
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There's stuff like this for example.
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[Hums, impressed.]
You really seem to know your stuff.
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Is it something you'd be interested in?
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I think I do want to try something like this. Normally I'm confident wearing anything. So anything that can make me feel flustered-- it makes me want to try it even more!
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[He reaches up to brush a thumb against one of those ears again before leaning in - gently pressing up against Hurricane to encourage him to lay back on the bed.]
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