[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.
[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.]
[His hands rest on Hurricane's thighs, idly rubbing circles on the insides as he continues to service him, lips pulling back over the head so he can murmur into the shaft:]
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Now it's your turn. After all that... I need to return the favor.
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I mean. You don't gotta. You did a lot already.
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[Kneeling down, himself - and gently pressing Hurricane back into some pillows.
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You say that like I could forget you're wearing that dress.
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[With a grin and a slight tilt of his head - definitely pressing up close to Hurricane so he can oggle his chestl.]
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It's, uh.
It's a pretty good show.
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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.]
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You, uh. You got plans or something?
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[Tilting his head a little, to get the earring to jingle.]
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[He shifts, a little - licks at his lips]
Okay. Yeah. That's - okay.
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Feels - good.
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[Teasingly as he bends down to slowly run his tongue from hilt to tip.]
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Yeah.
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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.]
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Jesus. Hizumi -
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[His hands, restless, come to grip at the pillows to beneath him to try and keep from tugging too hard on Izanagi's hair]
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Oh my god. That feels...
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You don't have to keep still, either.
[And with that, he resumes his work.]
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[He's still trembling - trying to keep still]
You'll say, if it's too much?
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[He bites at his lip; his hips shudder into motion, finally, pressing forward into that slick, wet heat]
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