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Something you want, then?

[Still working the bodysuit off and leaving the boxer-briefs untouched,]

[He starts to reach for himself - manages to catch the impulse, at the last moment, and balls his hands into fists, instead, returning them to hang by his sides. His face is flushed a remarkable red, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other]

[The boxer-briefs do very little to hide his arousal; the outline of him is clearly defined through the thin fabric, a noticeable damp spot near the tip]

[He makes a soft, unsteady sort of sound, at that question - manages to nod,]

What do you want, Master? I'd be an awful maid if I didn't do as you asked.

[He's crouched in front of Hurricane by now, peering up at him, clearly amused.]

[He's bright red - can't seem to make eye contact for the life of him]

[When he speaks, his voice is very soft]

...touch me?

[Raising a hand to gently touch that bulge. Almost maddeningly gentle, really.]

Like this?

[His hips press forward into the touch, frankly needy; he can't quite manage to tamp down on the whimper that leaves him]

M... more.

You're really excited, aren't you, Master?

[Looking frankly smug about this as he applies just a little more pressure, stroking him through his briefs.]

Hizumi -

[His voice breaks a little, on the name. He really is excited, hips shuddering forward into the touch, rubbing up against his palm with blatant enthusiasm]

[He's clearly enjoying seeing Hurricane like this, watching his face as he rubs at him steadily, and then...

quite suddenly, he pauses. The tracker earring's gemstone flickers "on" to a soft pink.]

[He whimpers a little, at the pause - bites down on his lip, and manages to force himself still, eyes flickering over Izanagi's face]

...you okay?

[His eyes flicker downwards, a flush spreading over his face where there wasn't before.]

...Yeah, I'm okay. [Clearing his throat a little, returning to the cutesy voice from before:]

Master, it's okay if I service you, isn't it?

[His flush goes very dark indeed; his gaze flickers from Izanagi's face to his hands and then away again]

Is that, like - is that cool?

Mm.

[He'll begin peeling away the boxer briefs, kneeling in front of him.]

As long as you want it, Master...

[It's plain that he does want it; his erection is painfully hard, curved up toward his stomach and decidedly damp at the tip,]

I - yeah.

If that's, like - if you're sure you're good.

[In answer, he merely reaches for the shaft, leaning in to trail kisses all the way along to the tip, delicately licking up the pre, face still heavily flushed.]

[His breath catches in his throat; his hips hitch forward, chasing the wet heat of Iznaagi's tongue]

[Unlike other times where he might tease more, he seems just as eager as Hurricane, wasting no more time in taking him in. Whether or not Hurricane juts into it, he immediately begins working his way to the hilt, apparently undaunted by the length.

It turns out sensitIV powers are useful for more than just an inability to tire.]

[He groans, long and low - can't seem to tear his eyes away from the sight of Izanagi working swallowing him down]

J-jesus. That feels -

[Once he reaches the hilt, he draws back with a hum, eyes glancing upwards briefly at Hurricane before he resumes swallowing him down again.

One of his hands slips under his skirt, shivering slightly as he strokes himself a few times, too.]

[He reaches out, shaky, to thread his fingers through Izanagi's hair - pets through it as his hips work in a needy, shallow little rhythm]

[His eyes dart down, to where Izanagi's hand disappears below the skirt; the flush across his cheeks grows darker]

God, you look so good like this.

[The pace he sets isn't particularly fast, but it seems to be in part because he's savoring it, pausing to lap at the tip before taking him in again.

Still, his own need is clear in the way he strokes himself, occasionally moaning around Hurricane's cock.]

[Fast or not, it's clearly getting to him; the wait and the teasing in the lead-up mean he's desperate for it now. He can't seem to help the way his hips stutter faster, trying to speed the pace]

[Well, that's no good. Reaching up with both hands again, to steady himself - making it easier, too, for him to increase the pace as Hurricane wants.]

[He shudders, hard - presses in like he needs it to breathe - rocks, and rocks, and rocks, every inward motion drawing a whimper or a gasp or a tremble from him]

[The reactions are encouraging, and he quickens the pace, eager to have his mouth fucked if it means getting those reactions, sucking hungrily at the tip before taking him in again, lips tight and warp around his cock.]

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