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[He shudders, at the combination of the want and the simple pleasure - at the way Izanagi seeks it out]

[Things are so good he's a little dizzy with it - a little giddy with it - the emotions thick and warm]

[Feeling that giddiness gets to him, too, and he can't help but break off the kiss - but only to laugh in delight.]

[A trill of confusion - of self-consciousness, before the feel of Izanagi's emotions reassures him]

[Then Hurricane is grinning helplessly in return, his own laughter a little breathless]

[He's still chuckling even when he nuzzles at Hurricane's neck, warmth, care, and a little disbelief he's in this situation to begin with.]

I'm so glad I get to be here with you.

[Warmth-contentment-affection surges back in turn, a heady tide that wraps around the both of them as Hurricane loops a careful arm around his waist]

You and me both, dude.

[Feeling that, and tugging him even closer, blatantly wanting.]

You know... I think this is the first time sharing feelings has ever felt so nice.

[Gentle emotions, thick and sweet and soothing, press out toward him in waves as though to try to assuage that want]

It can be pretty nice, sometimes.

...'m glad we got to.

Mm.

[A beat - suddenly, curiosity mingles with all that affection - and undeniably, desire, too.]

Mind if we take a seat? ...On those big steps over there.

[Nodding.]

[A little prickle of curiosity, but he starts to head over where Izanagi indicated]

...sure. What's up?

Just seemed easier, that's all.

[Once they're at the steps, he'll tug him down to sit next to him. He's plotting... something cheerfully.]

[Sitting down next to him, turning to peer at his face. The curiosity grows stronger, some wordless emotional ??]

Easier for what?

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[Just wordlessly leaning in for a kiss.]

[Oh]

[Kisses are good, actually]

[Leaning in for that, too]

[Pleased, affectionate - and definitely desiring again as he presses in to immediately deepen it.]

[Oh]

[Kisses are very good, actually]

[He makes a soft, pleased sound into the kiss - opens his mouth in welcome, licking carefully into Iznaagi's mouth]

[His hand tangles in Hurricane's hair and there's a flicker of curiosity even as he presses deeper into the kiss - seeing how Hurricane actually feels about these.]

[There's a lot here, just under the surface]

[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]

[There's a soft tickle of realization, understanding, and then a much stronger affection, heavy and full. His arms wrapping around Hurricane in a tight embrace, still tousling his hair but intent on giving him that close touch he's so starved for, drawing back from the kiss just enough to tease his lower lip with his teeth as he gets in a breath, diving in again with an outpouring of warmth and want.]

[There's a hint of alarm, at that - a flustered sort of uncertainty, as he realizes he's been Perceived - and then something deeper, closer to shame, as he tries to tamp down harder on that yearning, to sweep it entirely out of sight]

[But for all that, it's nice to have Izanagi press in nearer - achingly good to have that contact, that closeness. There's a wave of gratitude that's earnest and a little overwhelming, and he opens up to Izanagi's warmth like a flower to the sun, cracking the metaphorical door of himself wider to take it in. He's radiating a sense of warm-good-yes, deeply content; it spikes with want, as well, as Izanagi grazes at his lip and then leans into the kiss again]

[Affection rushes in at that shame, and he squeezes tighter, pulling Hurricane closer as though the touch could chase it away. There's want of Hurricane and - some sheepishness, but a want to be wanted, the desires a constant thrum in the background to all other emotions.]

[There's a gentle sort of understanding, at that - a wave of affection-assurance-care that presses in to try and smooth out the sheepishness]

[Carefully, as though he's not quite certain it's welcome, he stops trying to sweep the lower layers away - lets them stay where they are, so that Izanagi can feel how very much he wants this. How very much he wants Izanagi here, and close, and how good it feels to be held like this]

[There's a definite buzz of joy and excitement mingled with relief at being allowed in, at being allowed to know and feel those layers, embracing Hurricane and all that he is. Gratitude at being permitted as much, and yet more of that affection, heavy, almost like a protective shield to wrap around him. A desire to shield him from any who would hurt him for those wants, those feelings.

In reality, too, he continues to comfort, carding his hand through his hair and tracing circles on his back, encircling him in physical and emotional warmth.]

[There's a swell of something, tight and sharp - the shiver of something so greedy-uncertain-grateful that it feels a little like the prickle at the corners of your eyes, just before tears start]

[He takes it in, unsteady and yearning - hoarding the warmth to him, physical and emotional both]

[Hurricane's fingers close hard in the fabric of Izanagi's shirt, holding on like he doesn't mean to let go anytime soon]

[He's happy, gentle and pleased and all too willing to keep channeling that warmth in for him to take, to hoard, filling him up with warmth and care. A certain intent - determination to sate that hunger for affection. A certain glee in that greediness, encouraging, demanding he demand more, demand all he could possibly want.

The hand on his back shifts, moving to cup his face - trace his thumb along his cheek, checking for physical tears, just in case.]

[His cheek is wet, but there's no grief here, and no sorrow - only something soft and trembling and quietly overwhelmed, as though not quite sure what to do with this much, soaking it all in hungrily]

[He tips his face into the touch of Izanagi's hand - breaks the kiss, but only so that he can press a kiss to his palm, instead]