[Layered under the rest, there's some mix of warm-content-yearning, an ache for simple human contact that borders on needy. It's ingrained somewhere deep, carved into the foundation of him, the closeness and the fingers tangled in his hair providing something to sate the craving for touch]
[It's buried, though - tamped down, as though that's all so normal he's learned to ignore it]
[Above that is the simple contentment of being with Izanagi. The attraction, and the flustered warmth in his chest, and the affection, and the fondness. The way he's aware of Izanagi touching him, and the eagerness to please - to provide a little comfort, on what has to have been a hard day]
[And on top of that is the pleasure - the physical appreciation for the kiss, and the hands in his hair, and how straightforwardly good it feels to be doing this. A little thrill of want trickles through him, as the kiss continues, and Hurricane makes another sound, just as soft as the first]
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[Layered under the rest, there's some mix of warm-content-yearning, an ache for simple human contact that borders on needy. It's ingrained somewhere deep, carved into the foundation of him, the closeness and the fingers tangled in his hair providing something to sate the craving for touch]
[It's buried, though - tamped down, as though that's all so normal he's learned to ignore it]
[Above that is the simple contentment of being with Izanagi. The attraction, and the flustered warmth in his chest, and the affection, and the fondness. The way he's aware of Izanagi touching him, and the eagerness to please - to provide a little comfort, on what has to have been a hard day]
[And on top of that is the pleasure - the physical appreciation for the kiss, and the hands in his hair, and how straightforwardly good it feels to be doing this. A little thrill of want trickles through him, as the kiss continues, and Hurricane makes another sound, just as soft as the first]