[ He nuzzles into the touch, bumping against his hand as though encouraging more. The pleased sound turns into something more of a moan, however, as he brushes against the obvious arosal that has begun to strain against his pants. Hips lifting, he seeks out a more definite touch. ]
[ It's tantalizing. So close, and yet his fingers deny him again. Nestled in against the cushions behind him, he watches Izanagi uncertainly a moment, cheeks redding as he fights the scandalization regarding the image of himself crawling on his hands and knees in front of someone and the realization that right now he well and truly wants to, excitement and mystery regarding what to truly expect quickening his pulse. ]
I cannot tell if you are purposefully speaking to me like a dog or not. [ He carefully pushes himself up to his knees, however, and hesitates briefly fingers lowering to his belt and pants. ]
Should I first undo these? [ He's not overly experienced when it comes to this sort of thing. ]
[ Leaning forward to find his lips again- half to cut off the smirk, half because he's too restless as he is. ]
Are you even able? Avante'soutfits are not so easy for someone unaccustomed to them.
[ The boots are rather high, too, and would require being removed completely if he were to... remove his pants entirely. As for the back, there are little flaps that are carefully fastened together with buttons in order to accommodate his tail (as well as his wings). ]
[ He watches him, eyes following the curl of his body, the little peek of his chest, his lips-
A maid's costume is not something he thought he would admire so much, but he looks lovely in it. A clawed hand threads gently through Izzy's hair, and he shifts, attempting to exercise patience. ]
. . . Did you anticipate this? Is it why you suggested a private room?
[ He blinks and colors a little, chin dipping in when suddenly they are nose to nose once more. He swallows and then tries to glance away again, but the sheer nearness means he keeps looking back at him and to the side once more. ]
I know that. I... I have never thought that I hold some sort of sway or ownership of you.
I'm not exactly what you're looking for anyway - am I?
[Amused, but with the boots out of the way, his fingers run along Tsukasa's waist - practically hugging him around the middle to find the buttons to free his tail.]
[ The way he hugs him and shifts across his body force him to stifle a moan. He can feel his body as he shifts across the straining bulge in his pants. The buttons and ties in the back, at least, come free fairly easily. ]
I am not looking-
[ He can't afford to. Still, he draws a shaky breath and shifts a little to try and make it easier on him. ]
[ With his head resting against his chest and body like that, he can likely hear the way his heart is thundering in his chest. His claws lightly run through his hair. ]
[ Involuntarily his stomach draws in as Izanagi's finger trails low. He can't quite hide the way his breath trembles with anticipation. His cock strains against his pants, the bulge clear, much to his embarrassment. He's truly wonton right now, and yet he's too needy to allow something like shame to deter him by this point.
Every fiber in his being longs for attention; to touch and feel. And he's so very warm, vibrating with desire, that waiting is difficult. ]
[ He moans against his lips, drinking from them as though he's been within the desert without water for months. Beneath, his boxer briefs are revealed as his pants inch down, erection straining against them, a spot already slightly wet with precum. ]
[He kisses Tsukasa deeply, fingers hooking into the elastic band of his boxer briefs to begin tugging them down even as he continues to press close - but not too close, or at least, not enough to give his arousal any relief.]
[ Not enough. Every second shatters his self-control as his mouth parts, welcoming the exploration of his tongue and matching the demanding press of his lips against his own, tongue pressing against his.
He shivers when his cock pulls free of its confinement, the fabric slipping down his thighs with Izzy's smooth movements. When he doesn't press close, he almost whines, restless, and instead shifts forward, seeking any sort of friction. ]
[ The amount of color in his cheeks at the idea alone cannot be overstated. His mouth opens, closes, and opens again with a loss as to how to immediately respond. He's right, of course. But this position...
His extreme pride clearly fights with the base desire that has him in this position, to begin with. In particular due to Izanagi's clear amusement. ]
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No... of course not. Should we remove it?
[ His hands trace along his sides. ]
Would that be more comfortable for you?
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[His fingers trace along the inside of Tsukasa's thigh, carefully avoiding his arousal.]
But if you got on your hands and knees like a good boy, we could do something with that...
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[ It's tantalizing. So close, and yet his fingers deny him again. Nestled in against the cushions behind him, he watches Izanagi uncertainly a moment, cheeks redding as he fights the scandalization regarding the image of himself crawling on his hands and knees in front of someone and the realization that right now he well and truly wants to, excitement and mystery regarding what to truly expect quickening his pulse. ]
I cannot tell if you are purposefully speaking to me like a dog or not. [ He carefully pushes himself up to his knees, however, and hesitates briefly fingers lowering to his belt and pants. ]
Should I first undo these? [ He's not overly experienced when it comes to this sort of thing. ]
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[Though he's the one of the two with a sly smile.]
As for that, well - that depends on if you want me to be the one removing them for you or not.
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Are you even able? Avante's outfits are not so easy for someone unaccustomed to them.
[ The boots are rather high, too, and would require being removed completely if he were to... remove his pants entirely. As for the back, there are little flaps that are carefully fastened together with buttons in order to accommodate his tail (as well as his wings). ]
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I doubt it takes a degree to undress you. But can you stand waiting while I take my time stripping you down?
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[ He says. But he's already so restless, body aching to be touched and his arousal strong, bulging against his pants. ]
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[He shifts, hands drifting down along his legs so he can begin slowly untying his boots, body bowed to give a good view of the boob window yet again.]
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A maid's costume is not something he thought he would admire so much, but he looks lovely in it. A clawed hand threads gently through Izzy's hair, and he shifts, attempting to exercise patience. ]
. . . Did you anticipate this? Is it why you suggested a private room?
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[He eases one boot off. Sets it aside. Begins working to untie the other.]
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I see.
[ Glancing away as he works. Is he... slightly pouty? ]
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[Another smug grin as he gently pulls off the second boot, setting it aside - and then crawling up to Tsukasa again, faces nearly touching.]
Maids at this live are meant to be shared, Tsukasa.
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I know that. I... I have never thought that I hold some sort of sway or ownership of you.
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[Amused, but with the boots out of the way, his fingers run along Tsukasa's waist - practically hugging him around the middle to find the buttons to free his tail.]
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I am not looking-
[ He can't afford to. Still, he draws a shaky breath and shifts a little to try and make it easier on him. ]
As for you, Izanagi-san, I consider you a friend.
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The type of friend you can do this kind of thing with, huh?
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Well... how do you see me?
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Painfully pure... or at least, trying to be. Buuuuut...
[He draws back again, a grin on his face.]
If you want to explore things, I think you should have a chance.
[He pokes Tsukasa in the chest - only to drag his finger down to his abdomen, sliding along to begin undoing the front of his pants.]
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Every fiber in his being longs for attention; to touch and feel. And he's so very warm, vibrating with desire, that waiting is difficult. ]
Then teach me. I want you to show me-
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[He leans in for a kiss, fingers still deftly undoing the front - beginning to roll them off him, once they're freed.]
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He shivers when his cock pulls free of its confinement, the fabric slipping down his thighs with Izzy's smooth movements. When he doesn't press close, he almost whines, restless, and instead shifts forward, seeking any sort of friction. ]
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Nuh-uh. You're the one who wanted to be fucked, remember? And I can't risk getting this outfit dirty, either.
So the only way to do it is this: fold your wings and get down on all fours.
[Judging by the lazy grin on his face, he's waiting to see if Tsukasa will actually do it.]
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His extreme pride clearly fights with the base desire that has him in this position, to begin with. In particular due to Izanagi's clear amusement. ]
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