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[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.]

[Another little ache of gratitude at that, tentative and bruised and uncertain, but desperately grateful, for all that]

...thanks.

For real, it's -

It's like -

[Well. Thankfully the emotionshare isn't tongue-tied, even if he is, so Izanagi get the rush of good-warm-soft-content-sated-good]

[Giving him another squeeze.]

Don't thank me just yet. All this is just making me think...

What would it take, I wonder, to make you want stuff so badly, you can't stop yourself from boldly asking for it...?

[Curious, mischievous - but also a sincere desire to encourage those wants, bolstered by his fondness for Hurricane himself.]

[Flushing, as he catches the hint of mischief; at the words, there's a flustered tangle of hesitance and a remarkable spike of want]

I mean, we're kinda bugged...?

[Interest, curiosity.]

Does that bother you? It's not like people haven't seen us do all kinds of things on screen already.

If some security guys happening to be listening to us up close, that's their own problem.

[Though his own desire is growing when he feels Hurricane's, mingling with it, encouraging it.

He leans close, mouth by Hurricane's ear as he murmurs:]

If you want me, all you have to do is ask.

I - I mean.

Do you wanna?

[The desire is not helped by the words whispered in his ear; it flutters and grows, encouraged by Izanagi's own]

Mmm...

[Reaching up to card a hand through his hair.]

Only if you ask for it.

[Though at this point they're practically in a desirous feedback loop.]

[Another spike of want, stronger this time, at those words - coupled with a squirming sort of embarrassment]

[Eventually, decidedly flustered:]

...can we?

[There's a thrill of excitement and want as he gently pushes Hurricane to lay him down flat.]

Yes, we can.

[Another rush of desire, stronger than before, as Izanagi pushes him down,]

...okay.

Then - okay.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

[But before Hurricane can even answer, he's leaning down to kiss him.]

[He makes a soft sound, into the kiss - opens his mouth for it immediately, a new swell of desire rising up in response]

[He curls a hand in a fistful of hair, his other hand already skimming down his chest to his waist as he deepens the kiss, affectionate and wanting, so much.]

[He shivers a little beneath him, a little trill of desire following the path of that hand - sharpening, as it creeps lower. The softness and the affection and the warmth are all still there, too, layered on top and below and around all the rest]

[His own hands come up to trace along Izanagi's sides and then his back, feeling the shape of him through his clothes]

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