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S-suuuper fake.

[But he can't seem to catch his breath - whimpers, a little, starting to tremble the way he does when he gets close]

[His lips press to his neck to suck at the skin, hard, aiming to leave a dark bruise right as he gives his nipple a twist, strokes hard and fast--

intentionally working to push him right over the edge all at once.]

[It's is extremely successful; he comes with a cry, probably louder than he intended to be, hips stuttering off rhythm and then to a stop entirely as he pulses out his completion]

[His hand drops from his chest, wrapping around his waist in a half-hug to keep him upright and close against Izanagi's body, his other hand continuing to stroke him through it.]

Your cries are cute, too, you know.

[Teasingly said, right up against his ear.]

[He whines a little, softly - tucks his head against Izanagi's shoulder, shy, even as the last of the orgasm shudders through him]

It's a compliment, you know?

[Tilting to press a kiss to the side of Hurricane's face.]

I like cute. So, I like you.

[His cheeks are hot from the flush, and he ducks his head a little - leans back in, and presses a soft kiss to Izanagi's cheek, too]

...well.

I like you too, so.

[He'll shift this time, so it's easier for them to properly face each other.]

Was I satisfying? Or...

It was real good.

Like - real good.

Good. You need more good stuff in your life.

[Leaning in to kiss him properly on the lips.]

[He makes a muffled sound of surprise, and then just as quickly overcomes it, leaning into the kiss with both tenderness and enthusiasm]

[He tilts his head to deepen it, arm looping around his waist to give him a one-armed squeeze.]

[He angles his head to give Izanagi better access - winds both arms around him, to tug him in closer]

[Allowing himself to be tugged, leaning in to the kiss, soft and warm and lingering before he breaks it to rest his forehead against Hurricane's.]

Y'know... next time, we don't have to wait for a maid live.

What, for kissing?

Pretty sure we do that all the time.

For playing around in outfits like this.

[Poking him right in the center of that heart-shaped cutout.]

[He flushes remarkably dark]

...I mean.

Would you wanna do something like that?

Of course. You react so cutely, too.

[More material for good-natured teasing.]

I - I mean.

I dunno about that.

But... if you wanted to try again, I wouldn't say no.

Do you?

If you don't want to mess around in outfits like this, we don't have to...

I... I mean.

I do. But. Do you?

Hurricane, we didn't just pick these types of outfits on a whim, you know.

You didn't?

I'll let you in on a little secret.

[Which certainly isn't an excuse to whisper right into his ear:]

Some of us like being fawned over in outfits like these.

O... oh.

[WOW is he red]

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