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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]

[He smiles softly as Hurricane breaks away, still petting his hair - still overflowing with warmth and affection to feed those wants, a certain contentment and satisfaction in knowing he's lapping it all up.]

It's nice to want, isn't it?

[Pet, pet.]

If you want something I'm offering, there's no need to get embarrassed about it - just take it.

Let yourself be greedy for once.

[Another soft tremor of embarassment, as Izanagi calls him out on it; he ducks his head a little, shy]

[He's still holding it greedily to himself, though - hoarding it close, waves of affection and gratitude and warmth flowing out in return]

It's... real nice.

I like seeing you like this. Being greedy.

[If he's going to duck his head, Izanagi's just going to press a kiss to his forehead, soft and warm and affectionate as the emotions he's radiating.]

Show me more of it.

Ain't it, like -

[He hesitates - flushes a little. There's a soft swell of warmth, at that kiss - something uncertain and a touch flsutered, at those words]

It's a lot, already.

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Clearly not enough, if you're still left wanting.

[Hair ruffle!!]

But that's okay. Even if I can't sate it just by myself, I'll be sure to give you lots and lots of love~♪

[His teasing tone is just accentuated by those feelings of mischievousness, but he really does seem to be intent on continuing to feed Hurricane plenty of affection and warmth, still buzzing with excitement at being allowed to do as much.]

It's real nice.

[Real nice, if the feelings rolling off him are any indication. The warm-good-content is a rising tide, lapping gently at the edges of the both of them]

[When he leans in to press a soft kiss to Izanagi's cheek, it comes with a swell of almost unbearable fondness - of aching gratitude]

And it's plenty. More than plenty.

Consider it thanks in return for pouring out your heart into helping me so much.

[Tilting his head in to the kiss.]

Mmm... I suppose I'll allow it for now, but...

If you ever find yourself wanting again, let me in like this and I'll give you a full restore, 'kay? I'm not lying, you know.

[Giving him another squeeze.]

I really do like it when you get greedy, too.

[A complicated twist of gratitude-want-selfconsciousness, at that]

I mean... any time you wanna, just say. I ain't gonna say no.

Do you actually want that?

[Curiosity, and intent. He's monitoring Hurricane's emotions for his answer.]

[He wants... some conflicting mesh of things]

[He wants this: the closeness, and the affection, and the presence to fill that aching lack inside him. He wants Izanagi's arms around him; he wants contact, as much as he can get]

[But that shame is still there, shimmering under all the rest. And if it's only when Izanagi wants, well, then - it's not like he can ask for too much, is it?]

[All of which comes with a wave of self-consciousness of its own, stronger than before]

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[...Wrapping his arms around him to hold him close, then. Unfiltered enjoyment from being wanted - he still wants, after all, to be wanted.]

I'll keep telling you, then. 'Til you really do believe me.

I want to see your greed, your selfishness, your wants. And then I want to smother you in so much, you feel sated, even just a little.

[True to his word, he's still plenty affectionate - Hurricane's wants have sparked a little more really, given how fond he is of being desired in the first place.]