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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.]

[His breath catches in his throat, as Izanagi starts to speed the pace; his mouth parts a little, hips rocking against the touch]

God, Hizumi -

[He'll keep pressing kisses along his neck as he pumps him, occasionally stopping to suck at the skin.

The pace increases, too, just a little.]

[A sound escapes him, and he tips his neck a little, obliging, to offer easier access]

[His hips are working in earnest, now, pressing into each downstroke like he needs it to breathe]

[His free hand tightens around his waist again as he continues to stroke him, lips finding that gap between collar and sleeves to suck hard at the skin. Intent on marking him as he works to push him over the edge, thumb sliding along the underside of his cock with each stroke.]

[Pushing him toward the edge is going very fast indeed - perhaps embarrassingly fast, if he had the presence of mind right now to be self-conscious about it]

[He rocks forward into Izanagi's fist, already starting to tremble as the touches drive him rapidly toward the peak]

[Almost there, huh...

Better pick up the pace just a little more, right? And murmur in his ear, almost hitting a nice ASMR level:]

Go on, Master ♥

[He cries out when he comes, spilling over Izanagi's hand; his hips stutter out of rhythm and then fall still as his eyes squeeze shut against the pleasure crashing over him]

[He strokes him through his orgasm, hand tight around his waist to keep him upright against Izanagi as he nuzzles affectionately at his neck.]

Feel any better? Or...

Felt real good.

[He's still half-hard, though, and doesn't seem to be getting any softer; possibly eating the whole thing was overkill,]

[That's fine.]

But you could keep going, right?

[Resting his chin on his shoulder again, grinning.]

[The flush goes deeper, and he can't seem to meet Izanagi's eyes]

...maybe?

Is that a yes or a no, Master?

[Thumb rubbing a circle idly along the shaft,]

[He makes a choked sort of noise - shifts into the touch]

[He's going from half hard to fully hard with remarkable speed,]

Y-yeah.

Understood, Master~♥

[He'll wrap his fingers around his cock firmly once more, beginning to stroke him again. This time, his free hand finds his chest, idly seeking out a nipple as he resumes nuzzling at Hurricane's neck.]

[His breath stutters in his throat, when Izanagi finds his nipple and resumes stroking; he shifts a little, into the touch, tipping his head to give Izanagi better access]

That feels...

[He keeps up the movements, pressing his body up against Hurricane's back. But there's little changes, the harder Hurricane gets - strokes a little faster, fingers wandering to find that little heart window in his dress to drag it to the side, giving him skin to skin access to his chest to play with.]

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