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[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.]

[Another soft press of Hurricane's hand to his thigh - a gentle stroke, soothing, or perhaps encouraging]

[Hurricane makes a soft sound, muffled by the fullness of his mouth - peers up at Izanagi's face, as though he can't stand the thought of missing the moment when he finishes]

[He gets his reward.

His face flushed red, he can no longer hold back the moan as he cums into Hurricane's waiting mouth, gripping tightly at Hurricane's hair as his entire body goes tense.]

[He's ready for it - swallows it down, tongue rippling around the length of him as he swallows]

[His own face is flushed, pupils dilated with want; he makes a soft sound, as Izanagi tugs at his hair]

[His hands fumble in Hurricane's hair, pets intermingling with the light scratch of nails on his scalp as he rides out his orgasm, breaths shuddering in his chest.]

You're-- you're so good. You feel so good.

[The flush goes deeper, at the praise, and he leans into the touch of Iznaagi's hands, tongue working him through the last of it]

[With a final shuddering breath, he's spent, hands petting Hurricane's hair as he slowly pulls back - tracing down to catch his chin once Hurricane's mouth is no longer occupied.]

Now it's your turn. After all that... I need to return the favor.

[He flushes darker still - ducks his head a little]

I mean. You don't gotta. You did a lot already.

I'm still your maid for now, you know.

[Kneeling down, himself - and gently pressing Hurricane back into some pillows.

[He shivers a little - goes with no resistance at all, settling back agains tthe pillows]

You say that like I could forget you're wearing that dress.

That just means you get to enjoy the show.

[With a grin and a slight tilt of his head - definitely pressing up close to Hurricane so he can oggle his chestl.]

[He definitely appreciates the view - flushes dark, quite unable to stop the way his eyes roam over Izanagi]

It's, uh.

It's a pretty good show.

[Licking his lips pointedly with a look of mischief.]

This time I'll actually be in charge of it, too.

[He sits back on his knees - but only so he can begin pressing Hurricane's skirt up.]

[He shivers - spreads his legs a little, unconsciously, even as he flushes at the sight of Izanagi above him, slowly pressing his skirt up]

You, uh. You got plans or something?

A little payback, since I couldn't properly appreciate it before.

[Tilting his head a little, to get the earring to jingle.]

A-ah.

[He shifts, a little - licks at his lips]

Okay. Yeah. That's - okay.

[With his go-ahead, he's just going to roll the edges of the skirt away and shift to better stroke his cock.]

[He shudders, softly - sighs out a breath, hips angling upward to give him better access]

Feels - good.

Already?

[Teasingly as he bends down to slowly run his tongue from hilt to tip.]

[His breath catches in his throat, a little; he shivers, not entirely able to resist the urge to cant his hips up into the touch]

Yeah.

[One hand strokes along his length, teasingly as he looks up at Hurricane.]

Guess I'll need to go above and beyond. It'd be bad to just rest on my laurels.

[And with that, he lightly kisses the tip before pressing his lips around the head.]

[He whimpers a little, the sound soft - shudders with the effort of not just pressing up into that wet heat]

Jesus. Hizumi -

[His tongue laps up against the tip a couple times before he begins taking him properly, head bobbing at a slow and steady pace, taking more and more of him each time. He seems unbothered as it reaches his throat - swallows around it, tight and hot.]

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