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[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...?

Like... what?

[Grimacing a little, though.]

Everything got really warm.

Yeah... yeah.

You think there's some kinda effect...?

Maybe...?

[Squirming a little though, eyes still lidded.]

Weren't you going to...?

Ah - right.

Here, lemme -

[Reaching out, careful, to reach up under the skirt, fingers trailing softly over Izanagi's erection]

[The frankly lacey undergarments he's wearing do absolutely nothing to conceal just how hard he is, especially after sparing himself only the briefest moment of attention.

At Hurricane's touch, he juts into his palm with a needy whine.]

[He sucks in a breath, at the feel of those lacy undergarments - bites at his own lip. He didn't finish long ago, but he would have to be inhuman for that to not spark any kind of interest]

[He begins to palm Izanagi through the panties, the pressure firm but slow]

[He keeps most of his weight on his hands behind him, flush darkening as Hurricane palms him. He's making some attempt to keep still, but with the way his eyes are intent on Hurricane's hand, it's not likely he'll stick with it for long.]

[He would tease a little, probably, if it wasn't for the softly glowing earring; Izanagi is very pretty like this, after all, and it's hard to resist wanting to see him want this]

[But the idea that he's being induced into this state is something else entirely, and Hurricane doesn't delay, instead easing the panties down, a little, reaching in to take Izanagi in hand]

[He's right to have his concerns - that mildly dazed look doesn't seem to be about to fade, and he shivers with a needy whimper as Hurricane takes a hold of him.]

[He starts to strokes, grip firm and pace steady - keeps an eye on Izanagi's face as he does it]

[He bites down on his lip, face flushed and eyes hazy as he watches Hurricane stroking him. But ultimately, it doesn't last long - he loses whatever mental battle he was having with himself, hips moving to buck almost desperately into Hurricane's hand.]

Hey, you're okay. I got you.

[His hand speeads the pace, obligingly, to match the desperate hitch of Izanagi's hips; the other hand smooths the skirt upward, to give him better access and then keeps going, over hips and ribs and chest]

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