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[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.]

[It isn't long before the whimpers dissolve into a moan, scarcely bitten back, and then another]

[It isn't long before he's drawn up tight and trembling]

Hizumi - I - I'm gonna -

[He shivers, lips pressed tight around the shaft, ready to swallow his seed once he tips over the edge.]

[It's not long; his hips press forward once, and then twice and then stutter into stillness]

[He groans as he comes, eyes squeezes shut, hands inadvertantly gripping at Izanagi's hair]

[He stills, too - greedily drinking it all, lapping up every last drop. Throat tightening around his cock as he does so.

By the time he draws back, his face is a dark red and his breaths heavy pants, hands dropping down vaguely towards his own waist.]

[He peers down at the sight of Izanagi, reaching for himself like he can't wait - drops down to his knees beside him, batting his hands away]

Here, c'mere. Lemme.

[He sits back breathlessly, chest still heaving as he tries to regain it - that boob window is really apparent by now. Leaning back on his hands, legs already spread under that too short skirt.

The gem on his earring still glows with a pale pink.]

[hm,]

[It sure is still glowing, isn't it,]

[He's started to reach for Izanagi, but he pauses, as his brain starts putting two and two together,]

Hey, uh. Your, uh. Your earring's doing a thing.

[It sure is.

He's also pretty clearly out of it, reacting slowly to Hurricane's words - glancing up, only a little confusion showing on his otherwise heated face.]

Huh...?

...it's glowing.

[His own expression is all concern]

Are you, like...?

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