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-Eh? Really?

Wh-what, you don't really wanna?

Nah, I'm just surprised it worked.

I mean. I mean, if it's weird, it's cool if we don't?

Hey, no backing out now! I expect one cute picture from you for every cute outfit picture I send you.

Well - as long as you're still in...

I'm totally in. I'm looking forward to seeing you in all kinds of cute stuff. Though...

I guess I better appreciate this one while I can, too.

[He pockets his phone, hand slipping around Hurricane's waist to rest tantalizingly on his thigh.]

[He shivers, hard - bites at his lip]

[If the maid dress didn't come with panties, he's probably tenting the skirt already; even if it did, it's not hard to tell he's still pretty wound up, by the way he shifts]

O-oh yeah? You got a plan?

[Izanagi didn't pick out a pair of panties for him, so his need is easily apparent.]

It definitely makes things more accessible.

[He rests his chin on Hurricane's shoulder, one hand remaining by his waist as the other slides under the skirt, tracing a line up his thigh.]

[He shudders hard, at the path Izanagi's fingers take - can't help but lean into it. By all accounts, the aphrodisiac is still having quite the effect,]

Y-yeah. That's -

It does that, for sure.

[He nuzzles at Hurricane's neck, fingers still ghosting over his thigh.]

Should I give you some relief...?

If - if thats cool?

[His voice is a little strained,]

That's a funny thing to say to a maid.

[Pressing a kiss along his neck.]

What do you want me to do, Master?

[Shivers, hard, and leans into it]

...touch me?

[It sounds more like a question than an order,]

Hmm? Master, if you're the one in charge, why are you asking?

[He takes a shaky breath in - lets it out, slow]

...touch me.

Yes, Master ♥

[The hand traces along his thigh, back and forth a bit, before finally wrapping around his cock.]

[He makes a small, choked sort of sound - bucks hard into that hold immediately]

J-jesus. Hizumi -

[The arm around his waist curls up tight, intending to restrict him a little more from bucking into the touch by pressing him up against Izanagi's body instead.]

Liked that, didn't you?

[But he'll begin slowly pumping him.]

[It's very effective; his hips are definitely trying to work to speed the pace, but to dubious success]

Feels - r-real good.

You trust me to take good care of you, don't you?

[Practically murmuring in his ear.]

So you'll leave it all to me, right...?

[His breath catches a little, at that]

Yeah. That's - yeah.

What - whatever you wanna do.

You told me to, so I'll do it. That's all it takes, you know?

[He nuzzles at his neck, pressing kisses along it even as he strokes Hurricane, slowly to start.]

[He's a little breathless already, plainly still wound up from the aphrodisiac; he can't seem to stop the way his hips press forward into Izanagi's palm, not quite urgently, but rapidly building to that level]

[He flushes, though - ducks his head, a little]

Well. It's - real good, is all.

Mm... if anything's lacking, you can tell me and I'll do it. But leave the work to me, okay?

[He's already speeding the pace up.]

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