[Or Izanagi, for that matter. He removes his fingers roughly, hurriedly undoing the catch to his pants and slicking his arousal before the belt line even fully cleared his hips in his eagerness.
Before long, the pants are out of the way and he's shifting Hurricane's legs around him, pressing himself inside with no real warning otherwise.]
[And Izanagi's only too eager to oblige, wasting no time setting a quick pace right from the start as he leans forward to capture Hurricane's lips with his own, as though trying to claim ever inch of him he can.]
[Now, that's no good - how is he to kiss Hurricane like that?
His own teeth drag against Hurricane's lower lip, teasingly accompanied by his hot breath, the message clear: open up. Though, that being said, he immediately takes advantage of those spread legs to press in all the more deeply with each thrust.]
[Izanagi's well along the way too, rolling into Hurricane with quick, deep thrusts. His hands can't seem to stop themselves from roving over Hurricane's body, thumb brushing roughly against a nipple before sliding up, briefly cupping his face as it travels upwards still, ruffling his hair and finally coming to brush idly against his newfound dog ear.]
[It does make him squirm; Izanagi can feel the spike of mingled want and frustration that wells up at not being allowed to touch himself, can hear the urgent tinge to Hurricane's whimper]
[The pleasure burns throguh him like a wildfire through the connection, want searing through him swift and sharp]
[The spike of want at that reply -- at the way Izanagi is still holding onto his wrist, keeping him from taking himself in hand -- is a bright, sudden spark of arousal. Hurricane whines softly -- lowers his head, taking in sharp, panted breaths]
[He practically growls the words into Hurricane's lips before shifting to claim them with a kiss once more, drowning in that pleasure, nearing the climax with every second.]
[He whines, soft and urgent, into the kiss -- cants up into every forward thrust, meeting each press of Izanagi's hips with a desire that burns hot and deep. Izanagi's own need serves only to push him nearer to the edge]
[He gives a satisfied groan, coming to stop deep inside Hurricane with a distinct feeling of mischief. If Hurricane were to get the sense that he won't be finding relief anytime soon, well...
He likely wouldn't be far off the mark.
Although he can feel Hurricane's desire thrumming in the background, he's sated just enough to draw it out, and draw it out he does - shifting just a little, to cup Hurricane's face.]
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But he does eventually finish with a lazy grin, moving over to Hurricane.]
I'd ask if you're ready, but judging by your face that'd be a "yes."
[And with that, he begins gently pressing a finger inside.]
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[The words cut off on a gasp, as Izanagi presses in -- as Hurricane rocks back, instinctive, to meet him]
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[Because he'll cheerfully oblige, pulling out and pressing in at a much quicker pace.]
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G-god, Hizumi --
[Through the connection, the want rolls through him hot and thick as lava]
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He scissors his fingers inside a few times, overeager - impatient.]
Seems to me like you're more than ready.
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[His vocie is certainly shaking enough; the anticipation and the want thrums through him like a violin string so tight it's ready to snap]
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[Or Izanagi, for that matter. He removes his fingers roughly, hurriedly undoing the catch to his pants and slicking his arousal before the belt line even fully cleared his hips in his eagerness.
Before long, the pants are out of the way and he's shifting Hurricane's legs around him, pressing himself inside with no real warning otherwise.]
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Izanagi, please --
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[He's breathing heavy, already -- biting down on his own lip to try and hold it together]
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His own teeth drag against Hurricane's lower lip, teasingly accompanied by his hot breath, the message clear: open up. Though, that being said, he immediately takes advantage of those spread legs to press in all the more deeply with each thrust.]
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[His eyes have fluttered closed; his hips rock into each incoming thrust, restless and borderline needy]
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[He doesn't stop to think -- just shifts his weight for better balance, freeing up a hand to take hold of his own cock]
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[The pleasure burns throguh him like a wildfire through the connection, want searing through him swift and sharp]
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Gotta wait-- mm, 'til I'm done with you.
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Dude -- please --
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[The word is punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, relishing in the hold he has over Hurricane in this moment.]
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M-master.
[Humiliation and desire twine together, bright and hot and urgent; he rocks back into Izanagi's thrusts like he needs them to breathe]
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[He practically growls the words into Hurricane's lips before shifting to claim them with a kiss once more, drowning in that pleasure, nearing the climax with every second.]
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Please -- oh my god --
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With a shuddering moan, he cums, movements unceasing as he rides it out, only too aware of Hurricane's own want mingling with his own.]
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[He gasps -- groans -- hitches his hips up, almost desperate]
Hizumi -- !
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He likely wouldn't be far off the mark.
Although he can feel Hurricane's desire thrumming in the background, he's sated just enough to draw it out, and draw it out he does - shifting just a little, to cup Hurricane's face.]
What was that you called me...?
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