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I suppose we'll have to see, won't we, Master?
[Beginning to unzip his bodysuit.]
[Beginning to unzip his bodysuit.]
[They will definitely see - but there are hints before they get that far]
[He can't seem to stay still for the life of him, and his flush has spread all the way to his ears]
[Also, when Iznagi manages to bare his chest, his nipples are pebbled little nubs, as though it's too cold in the room, although it really isn't,]
[He can't seem to stay still for the life of him, and his flush has spread all the way to his ears]
[Also, when Iznagi manages to bare his chest, his nipples are pebbled little nubs, as though it's too cold in the room, although it really isn't,]
You seem excited to me, Master~♥
W-well.
You look good in that, is all.
You look good in that, is all.
Is that all?
[As one hand tugs down the zipper, the other cups his chin.]
[As one hand tugs down the zipper, the other cups his chin.]
[He tips his head into the touch, blatantly needy]
Maybe not, like. All.
Maybe not, like. All.
You're very sweet, Master. It's cute.
[Trailing down, down, down, as it inevitably reaches his crotch.]
[Trailing down, down, down, as it inevitably reaches his crotch.]
[He whimpers, loudly; his hips judder forward into the touch, pressing in eagerly for more friction, the aphrodisiacs and the long wait having shredded his self-control]
G-god. Hizumi...
G-god. Hizumi...
Master, you seem a little eager. Is there something you need?
[Continuing to shift downwards as he slowly peels the suit off of Hurricane - and avoids actually touching his crotch as much as possible.]
[Continuing to shift downwards as he slowly peels the suit off of Hurricane - and avoids actually touching his crotch as much as possible.]
I - I mean.
Not need, exactly.
[But honestly, it's a trial not to reach down and rub himself through the fabric of his boxer-briefs, to try and at least take the edge off,]
Not need, exactly.
[But honestly, it's a trial not to reach down and rub himself through the fabric of his boxer-briefs, to try and at least take the edge off,]
Something you want, then?
[Still working the bodysuit off and leaving the boxer-briefs untouched,]
[Still working the bodysuit off and leaving the boxer-briefs untouched,]
[He starts to reach for himself - manages to catch the impulse, at the last moment, and balls his hands into fists, instead, returning them to hang by his sides. His face is flushed a remarkable red, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other]
[The boxer-briefs do very little to hide his arousal; the outline of him is clearly defined through the thin fabric, a noticeable damp spot near the tip]
[He makes a soft, unsteady sort of sound, at that question - manages to nod,]
[The boxer-briefs do very little to hide his arousal; the outline of him is clearly defined through the thin fabric, a noticeable damp spot near the tip]
[He makes a soft, unsteady sort of sound, at that question - manages to nod,]
What do you want, Master? I'd be an awful maid if I didn't do as you asked.
[He's crouched in front of Hurricane by now, peering up at him, clearly amused.]
[He's crouched in front of Hurricane by now, peering up at him, clearly amused.]
[He's bright red - can't seem to make eye contact for the life of him]
[When he speaks, his voice is very soft]
...touch me?
[When he speaks, his voice is very soft]
...touch me?
[Raising a hand to gently touch that bulge. Almost maddeningly gentle, really.]
Like this?
Like this?
[His hips press forward into the touch, frankly needy; he can't quite manage to tamp down on the whimper that leaves him]
M... more.
M... more.
You're really excited, aren't you, Master?
[Looking frankly smug about this as he applies just a little more pressure, stroking him through his briefs.]
[Looking frankly smug about this as he applies just a little more pressure, stroking him through his briefs.]
Hizumi -
[His voice breaks a little, on the name. He really is excited, hips shuddering forward into the touch, rubbing up against his palm with blatant enthusiasm]
[His voice breaks a little, on the name. He really is excited, hips shuddering forward into the touch, rubbing up against his palm with blatant enthusiasm]
[He's clearly enjoying seeing Hurricane like this, watching his face as he rubs at him steadily, and then...
quite suddenly, he pauses. The tracker earring's gemstone flickers "on" to a soft pink.]
quite suddenly, he pauses. The tracker earring's gemstone flickers "on" to a soft pink.]
[He whimpers a little, at the pause - bites down on his lip, and manages to force himself still, eyes flickering over Izanagi's face]
...you okay?
...you okay?
[His eyes flicker downwards, a flush spreading over his face where there wasn't before.]
...Yeah, I'm okay. [Clearing his throat a little, returning to the cutesy voice from before:]
Master, it's okay if I service you, isn't it?
...Yeah, I'm okay. [Clearing his throat a little, returning to the cutesy voice from before:]
Master, it's okay if I service you, isn't it?
[His flush goes very dark indeed; his gaze flickers from Izanagi's face to his hands and then away again]
Is that, like - is that cool?
Is that, like - is that cool?
Mm.
[He'll begin peeling away the boxer briefs, kneeling in front of him.]
As long as you want it, Master...
[He'll begin peeling away the boxer briefs, kneeling in front of him.]
As long as you want it, Master...
[It's plain that he does want it; his erection is painfully hard, curved up toward his stomach and decidedly damp at the tip,]
I - yeah.
If that's, like - if you're sure you're good.
I - yeah.
If that's, like - if you're sure you're good.
[In answer, he merely reaches for the shaft, leaning in to trail kisses all the way along to the tip, delicately licking up the pre, face still heavily flushed.]
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