[ 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. ]
[ Each passing second causes him to feel like he's unraveling even more at the seams, though. He's so embarrassed to admit it, but despite himself, he's intrigued and has to fight his desire to simply melt into the request if it means he'll receive some sort of relief. ]
You mustn't make fun of me... or tell anyone.
[ He would utterly die if someone were to walk in as he was bent over and-][/////////////]
. . .
[ Lifting a hand up to his lips, he knaws on his knuckle for a moment, before tucking his wings in against the back of his body. He... is really doing this. Heart hammering, its drowned out only by the way his blood rushes between his ears, pulse fast. Scooting around, he's glad that Izanagi can no longer see his face-- how red he must be, as he finally bends down upon his hands and knees. It's only his bushy tail that provides him some level of protection at that moment, swept low so that his exposed body isn't immediately visible. ]
[Oh wow he actually did it. It's a good thing Tsukasa can't see the way his face lights up, knowing just how far gone he is.
Instead, he rummages through his bag - if they're going to do this, it better feel good - and there's a sound of a plastic cap being removed from a tube.]
Perfect.
[His voice is practically a low purr as he approaches Tsukasa from behind, petting his tail with his left hand.]
Let's make sure to get you all ready, 'kay?
[There's a teasing lilt to his voice as his right hand rests on Tsukasa's ass, fingers already slick with oil.]
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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.]
1/2
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. ]
2/2
You mustn't make fun of me... or tell anyone.
[ He would utterly die if someone were to walk in as he was bent over and-][/////////////]
. . .
[ Lifting a hand up to his lips, he knaws on his knuckle for a moment, before tucking his wings in against the back of his body. He... is really doing this. Heart hammering, its drowned out only by the way his blood rushes between his ears, pulse fast. Scooting around, he's glad that Izanagi can no longer see his face-- how red he must be, as he finally bends down upon his hands and knees. It's only his bushy tail that provides him some level of protection at that moment, swept low so that his exposed body isn't immediately visible. ]
L-Like this is fine...?
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Instead, he rummages through his bag - if they're going to do this, it better feel good - and there's a sound of a plastic cap being removed from a tube.]
Perfect.
[His voice is practically a low purr as he approaches Tsukasa from behind, petting his tail with his left hand.]
Let's make sure to get you all ready, 'kay?
[There's a teasing lilt to his voice as his right hand rests on Tsukasa's ass, fingers already slick with oil.]