[ 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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Re: 439 - Maid Café
[He leans in for a kiss, fingers still deftly undoing the front - beginning to roll them off him, once they're freed.]
Re: 439 - Maid Café
Re: 439 - Maid Café
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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. ]
Re: 439 - Maid Café
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...?
Re: 2/2
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.]