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[He sucks in a sharp breath as Hurricane takes him in, fingernails digging lightly into his scalp, restless.]

[He begins to move - slow at first, but steady, taking in a bit at a time before easing out again, starting to establish a rhythm]

[His breaths become heavier and heavier as Hurricane sets a pace, his tongue coaxing pre from the tip.]

[He makes a pleased sort of sound - presses down a little deeper with each bob of his head, getting himself used to the weight and the feel of Izanagi on his tongue]

[His hand is still working at the part his mouth can't quite reach, stroking the exposed base]

[God, he can feel that sound.

His hand idly pets Hurricane's hair, and he can't help but shift his weight from one foot to another, resisting the strong urge to rock into Hurricane's waiting mouth.]

Y-you... [He has to swallow before he can quite get the words out properly.] You feel so good.

[He swallows in turn, when he's pressed in deep - a ripple of tongue, close and wet]

[He hums in response to the words - seems to take note of the way Izanagi's squirming, because he ups the pace a little more, wanting to see if he can coax more of that reaction]

[He gets a soft moan for his trouble, hips just barely moving forward before he forces himself to freeze again, though it clearly takes some effort. He's already plenty hard, and it would be so, so easy to actively fuck Hurricane's mouth like this...]

[Hurricane makes another considering sort of hum - leans back again, mouth coming free with a soft pop that's frankly a little obscene]

[He licks at his lips - peers up at Izanagi from under his lashes]

You don't gotta stay so still, you know.

[It is, and it takes him a moment to find the words to reply.]

Sure about that? If I start, I don't think I'm gonna stop.

[His hand comes up to the outside of Izanagi's thigh - strokes along it, gentle]

I don't want you to.

[His eyes are still intent on Hurricane, and he nods, petting his hair.]

...'Kay. Get ready.

I'm ready.

[His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes half-lidded; he parts his lips, obliging - welcoming]

[With a shuddering breath, he presses into Hurricane's waiting mouth, forcing himself to keep it slow to start with as his grip tightens in Hurricane's hair.]

[He hums a little, encouraging - opens a little wider, to accomodate him]

[Having more control over the scenario is definitely encouraging, and he sets a sedate pace to start with, giving Hurricane time to adjust - enjoying the warmth of his mouth around his cock.]

[He seems to be adjusting well - keeps one hand on Izanagi's thigh, stroking softly]

[How deep is Izanagi going,]

[The thrusts are short to begin with. But bit by bit, he begins thrusting a little more deeply, flushed yet still watching intently, testing Hurricane's limits.]

[So far so good; his brows are furrowed slightly, as though in concentration, but he stays open wide for Izanagi to press in, tongue laving against the underside]

[His fingers continue to thread restlessly through Hurricane's curls.]

You're doing good - mmnh, a little more, okay...?

[Just a little deeper...]

[He makes a soft sound around Izanagi's length - a hum that sounds like approval]

[When Izanagi presses in deeper, he chokes, a little - swallows, hard. Reaches up to take hold of Iznaagi's hips, to keep him from backing off]

[It's a good thing he does, because Izanagi would have backed off, given the opportunity. As it is, he gives a light gasp, fingers curling tight in Hurricane's hair.]

[He doesn't let go - swallows, and swallows again, almost convulsively, throat working against the head of Izanagi's cock as he does]

[The hands on Izanagi's hips urge him in deeper]

[Well, who is he to ignore that invitation?

He begins that steading rocking motion once more, pre almost certainly leaking by now, hands still fidgeting in Hurricane's hair with each cycle, in and out, tight and then loose again. His breaths quicken, too, not quiet steady anymore, getting closer and closer to climax with each thrust.]

[He's warm and wet and more than willing; after he gets used to the intrusion, he seems to settle into it, though he can't quite help the way he swallows around the tip, trying to get the urge to choke under control]

[He shifts a little where he kneels, restless; it's possible that aphrodisiac hasn't uite worked its way out of his system, after all]

[It takes him a moment to realize Hurricane's shifting, and the why - but then, it's hard to think at all watching Hurricane suck him off.]

M-mm... soon. After-- I'll get you too.

[And he does move faster, saying that. Excited and impatient and so, so close.]

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