[Just because he's a part of the joke doesn't mean it's all about him explicitly. It's never so personal with Mikazuki. If anything he appreciates Izuminokami's good nature towards it all though that also serves to encourage him to greater heights and further teasing.
Even now, he's still scheming, as evidenced by the smile that's spreading across his face.]
Did I? I seem to recall maybe one or two things. [His eyes narrow suggestively. Lets see if this hint goes over his head too.] You could try one of them now.
You told me I'd look good sucking your dick. [Maybe not in those exact words but it's called paraphrasing.]
And...uh. I would look good...? Listen, I look good a lot. I can't remember every situation you think I'd look good. There's probably too many to count.
But it's fine. He can help jog his memory. Grabbing Kane-san by the collar of his innermost shirt, Mikazuki pulls him forward slowly, seductively, till they're close enough to kiss.] It's true. You're very beautiful. One might even say your presence illuminates any situation where you could be found.
[But all good things come to and end; this one with a rough shove, right onto the floor and the Sanjou sword hovering over him.]
Try to be practical though. What would make the most sense right now. In exactly this situation.
[Flattery was always the way to go with Izuminokami. It dropped his defenses easily so even without Mikazuki's strength aiding him, it was simple for Mikazuki to shove him down, the younger sword letting out an undignified squawk as he looks up at Mikazuki.]
What—oh. Oh. Do me, you mean. [He frowns, not nearly as harsh as it could be. More embarrassed.] Here? [As if he didn't just suck him off.]
Would you prefer to take the time to find some place better?
[It almost comes across like an earnest request. He smiles down at Izuminokami in a reassuring way, idly tracing the intricate seams of his shirt with feather-light fingertips. But then his hand is traveling lower.
He may have just brought himself to release but he's already proven himself to have the stamina of a teenager so that when Mikazuki takes hold of his cock and starts to stroke it, he's anything but surprised by the response he receives.]
[Would he? There's that voice in his head that nags him, a familiar voice. But the voice quickly leaves his mind as he moans at the feeling of the hand on his cock, covering his mouth not to attract the attention of somebody coming by.
They could be quick about it, right? And if they could get away with Izuminokami sucking him off then they could get away with this as well.]
[At the sound of Izuminokami's defenses shattering, he wears the smiles of someone who has gotten everything they want.]
That sounds like a no?
[It takes him only a moment to shrug out of the remains of the yukata he had been wearing and then he's leaning down to kiss him, swallowing this sounds for him while he drags even more out with the way his pace increases with every jerk of his hand.]
[For someone that brags about how strong he is, he's behaving very weakly here. A whimper being muffled by the other's lips as his legs spread out to make this easier for Mikazuki and his fingers clutching to anything he can as his body moves of its own accord.
It is embarrassing how quickly he comes and how hard he still is, breaking the kiss as he's out of breath. Only for a second do his eyes meet Mikazuki's before he's looking away. ]
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Even now, he's still scheming, as evidenced by the smile that's spreading across his face.]
Did I? I seem to recall maybe one or two things. [His eyes narrow suggestively. Lets see if this hint goes over his head too.] You could try one of them now.
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You told me I'd look good sucking your dick. [Maybe not in those exact words but it's called paraphrasing.]
And...uh. I would look good...? Listen, I look good a lot. I can't remember every situation you think I'd look good. There's probably too many to count.
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But it's fine. He can help jog his memory. Grabbing Kane-san by the collar of his innermost shirt, Mikazuki pulls him forward slowly, seductively, till they're close enough to kiss.] It's true. You're very beautiful. One might even say your presence illuminates any situation where you could be found.
[But all good things come to and end; this one with a rough shove, right onto the floor and the Sanjou sword hovering over him.]
Try to be practical though. What would make the most sense right now. In exactly this situation.
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What—oh. Oh. Do me, you mean. [He frowns, not nearly as harsh as it could be. More embarrassed.] Here? [As if he didn't just suck him off.]
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[It almost comes across like an earnest request. He smiles down at Izuminokami in a reassuring way, idly tracing the intricate seams of his shirt with feather-light fingertips. But then his hand is traveling lower.
He may have just brought himself to release but he's already proven himself to have the stamina of a teenager so that when Mikazuki takes hold of his cock and starts to stroke it, he's anything but surprised by the response he receives.]
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They could be quick about it, right? And if they could get away with Izuminokami sucking him off then they could get away with this as well.]
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That sounds like a no?
[It takes him only a moment to shrug out of the remains of the yukata he had been wearing and then he's leaning down to kiss him, swallowing this sounds for him while he drags even more out with the way his pace increases with every jerk of his hand.]
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It is embarrassing how quickly he comes and how hard he still is, breaking the kiss as he's out of breath. Only for a second do his eyes meet Mikazuki's before he's looking away. ]