Lucius's head drops forward, sagging against Izzy's shoulder as a choked moan spills over his lips. He's made a mess of them, or Izzy has, it's hard to tell and harder still to give a fuck about it. He feels like his whole body twitches as his cock jerks in his hand, as he comes across his stomach and Izzy's prick held tight against his own. His hand is still moving, though the rhythm has gone a bit erratic with speed and eagerness. The extra slick of his own spend helps as he wrings himself dry and tries to bring Izzy off in kind. He whines with it, the slight burn of over-sensitivity, but he's not about to stop jerking them until they're done.
It's so fucking hot and he's so sticky--stickier now, really--and he's got Izzy in his lap somehow and both of them in hand and his mind is just blank from all the sensation and exertion. It still tastes like that stupid flower, tangy and raw, but now it tastes like Izzy too. Sweat and salt and skin and something like gunsmoke. He mouths at Izzy's collarbone and his free hand pulls the other man closer, grips hard at the meat of his thigh as Lucius works them over.
"No one said you could get off, Spriggs--" It's ground hard through his teeth. Fucking Spriggs and his fucking hand, soft but oddly callused in all the best ways. He grips the headboard hard, hearing it bang against the wall, which is infuriating enough to dig up splinters under his fingernails. He hates this. Every single fucking second. But he needs it too. This blazing heat. Lucius' quick clever hand pulling everything from him in sharp streaks of fire.
"I'll make you pay for this," he snarls, gripping Lucius' hair with his gloved hand but not pulling since the little bastard wouldn't like that and fuck him that he cares. Fuck him that he gives a damn. Fuck him that he needs this.
He makes a noise, a thready moan, at the feeling of that hot mouth on his collarbone, his cock twitching, his whole self wanting to sink into it. But screw that.
"Not on your life." He pulls Spriggs' head back but gently enough, just to keep him away, just to keep his own focus ragged as it is. "You just be a good boy with your hand. Fuck." He is so close. So very close. And then they can be done with it. Then they can be through.
Izzy hisses and spits like a cat in heat and, if he's honest, the comparison is entirely apt. He's driven, Izzy is driven, and he's about to start sobbing as he rubs himself raw on Izzy. He could slow, let his own softening cock go, but the little painful sparkling bits of pleasure, the over-stimulation, is almost as good as climax when it comes to soothing the sensation in his veins. He shivers and ignores Izzy's threats, toothless as they are, but oh how he wants to swallow the sounds he makes.
He's panting into the air in front of Izzy, eyes screwed up with pleasure. He cracks them just as Izzy gives his last orders, tells him to be a good boy, and his dark eyes watch with absolute fascination as he works to take Israel Hands apart.
He's good at this, though, better than Izzy probably expected. One of the benefits of being a seductress--lots of practice. (While Izzy was studying the blade, Lucius was studying this.)
"Wonder if you're this pretty when you're getting fucked?" Lucius supposes out loud, his voice a hoarse whisper into Izzy's space. The man is flushed from his chest to his neck, with exertion, with heat, and it's a good, good look on him. He braces himself for the too-much of it and tightens his grip, twisting his hand so that he can pay special attention, curl and cup around the heads of their cocks as he reaches the top of his stroke. Izzy's is weeping clear fluid with every pass and, god, it's painfully hot.
A part of him that should be long dead and buried whimpers at the thought. Or more accurately keens -- the mortification of that has him snarling again, his face flushing and even deeper red and his hand shifts from Lucius' hair to his throat.
"You are the -ahhh- the one whose going to...fffuck" That hand! That stupid fucker. The way his hand tugs and curls and seems to touch every part of him at once, pleasure and pain and rage mix together and he grabs the headboard with both hands, snarling as he just tries to get it to end, for this feeling to get out of him already.
"Fuuuuuckkk," it's said in a snarl as he trusts into that stupid hand as hard as he can until finally in a searing moment of pain and pleasure it ends. He finds himself head bent, teeth clenched so hard his jaw hurt, and feeling like he could break the headboard apart with his hands. He is heaving but he can't help that and he glares down at Spriggs, his lip curling.
Izzy spends himself like it hurts, all gripping tension and fury, and as wrung out and aching as Lucius is, even he has to admit it's pretty hot. Izzy spills messily across his fingers, shoots across their chests like he's pressurized, and Lucius smiles as he strokes him through it with firm, long tugs in time with each heavy throbbing pulse. Once Izzy's through then, finally, he manages to let go of them both and sags back against the headboard as he does.
His cock feels stripped raw and, he supposes, it kind of is. They're both messy, sticky, sweaty, and--well, Izzy is furious. Lucius is mostly just cocky.
"Fuck me yourself, you coward," Lucius taunts, lazily, and lifts his soiled hand up to drag two fingers into his mouth. He doesn't expect Izzy will, they hadn't exactly fallen into this with full faculties, but a man can dream.
"Either way, feel better?" Lucius asks as he pulls his fingers from his mouth with an audible pop.
A breathy snarl is the only response. There's something to Lucius, he has to admit, reluctantly. Maybe he's just a well trained slut. Izzy can't help but follow the path of those fingers and though he is utterly spent, the image lingers and he wonders what else the boy will swallow.
"In your dreams..." He manages. He releases the headboard and pats Lucius' cheek with a gloved hand before doing himself up in a practiced one handed effort-shut it-- and collapsing beside him on the bed.
"No." He says it just to be contrary. "There isn't enough hot water in the world to wash this off me." Lucius he means. This whole situation.
Izzy does himself up and moves away, flushed and bothered, and Lucius cannot bring himself to sit up. His arms feel loose and heavy and he just chuckles as Izzy hisses and insults him. Big words for a man who just spent himself in Lucius's hand while rutting against his cock.
"Really? I kind of want to just bathe in this," Lucius drawls and waves his cleaner hand about to gesture at the air around them. "How awkward for you, after all, enjoying my touch and company."
He turns then, just a little on his side, lounging without a care that he's nude or that his hair is mussed, or that he has both their spend drying on his stomach.
"Honestly, I'm a little surprised you're not taking full advantage while you have the excuse. After today, you'll have to admit you actually want it."
He closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at the man. There's nothing at all attractive about him lying there, naked and soaked and sticky with things best not remembered. Or his admittedly talented hand.
"Your touch, maybe." He waves absently. "But that could have been anyone. Your company? As if I couldn't get better company just by spitting off a railing. Today was an exception. If I wanted it from anyone I wouldn't get it from you." Even if he is curious. Even if there are things...
But down that road lay madness and Izzy refused to contemplate it further.
"Suit yourself," Lucius replies, easy and carefree, and rocks himself up to sitting and then off the bed. He stretches once he's up and then meanders toward the pitcher and cloth in the corner. The washbasin is empty but cool water is better than scratching to get ones-self clean.
"I hope you've sated your misbegotten curiosity, Izzy," Lucius tells him. "You can only slum it once, after all, and maintain plausible deniability. But...you don't need to do that, because I'm dreadful, right?"
He pours some water and rubs at his arms. He can still feel the itchy, warm sensation those stupid flowers had left on his skin. The driving dangerous need to get unclothed, to fuck or be fucked, or just touch and grope, that's gone--but the edge of it lingers. He hopes it'll go away but, even if it sits at this level for a while, he can tolerate it. He dunks the cloth in the water and wipes down one arm as he looks back at Izzy.
"You don't strike me as a cuddler, but I'm economical. Want to share the bed and head back to the ship after a nice nap?"
"I didn't say you were." Because he wasn't. "Just that I could get the same." He washes Lucius wash for a moment and there's something about the water sliding trails over his body. Not that Izzy finds him remotely attractive, but now that he's spent and dressed and Lucius is the opposite, its' time to let the boy know just who is in charge here.
"I think you're too full of yourself, Mr. Spriggs." He gets himself out of bed and saunters over, feeling the faint tingle as he approaches, and ignores it as usual. "One good fuck and you think you've won." He traces a water trail with a gloved finger up Lucius' side, and then flattens his hand against his chest- as if he's going to push him against the wall but he doesn't.
"Maybe I should show you how it really works. Hm?"
"If you think that was a good fuck, Izzy, I've some bad news about the quality of partner you've been cultivating," Lucius tells him.
It's goading, yes, but Izzy's flirting.
For a given value of flirting, of course.
He's throwing his weight around. Dressed, harsh, gloved and glowering, Izzy is the picture of a man trying to be in control and Lucius...well he doesn't dislike it. The little drag of leather up his side, the way he catches a stray drop that's escaped his shoulder and trailed down to his waist, that's as bold as any of Lucius's compliments or sketches. Different dialect, same meaning. He's not sure, yet, if Izzy wants submission or if he wants to push him into line. Either way, though, Izzy's going to have to do something about it.
Lucius is many things, but easily cowed and demure? Are not among them.
"But do go on. Tell me how it really works?" he asks and turns to face Izzy directly, his washcloth sweeping through the mess just above the hand flattened on his chest. If he dampens Izzy's glove in the process, well, so be it.
"I don't cultivate partners. Unlike you, I'm a busy man." He lets his eyes travel the slope of Spriggs' body. It's not a type he usually prefers, but there's something too the softer side of things. Or maybe it's the fucking flowers. He can still almost taste them and feel the tickle along his skin. That must be it.
He moves his hand away before it gets wet and cups Lucius' cheek, resting his thumb along his lower lip in an almost tender gesture. He can feel the heat of it even through the glove.
"I don't plan to tell you. That's your problem. You talk too much and act too little. But I will show you." He crooks his thumb then, pressing along the edge of Lucius' lower teeth even as he steps closer, feeling the boy's heat like a living thing. He bears his own teeth at it but by that time he is lingering near Lucius' ear, expression out of sight.
"You'll need more than a nap when I'm done." He says it against Lucius' ear, softly but with intention and uses his own weight to press him against the wall. Fuck there's something nice about that. The give of him. He tries to ignore this, pressing his free hand against the wall as well to brace himself, feeling the heat of Lucius hip against his thumb.
He drags his mouth from the lobe of the boy's ear, finding the pulse in his neck, mouthing it, dragging his teeth just lightly against Lucius' skin and ending in a nip just to get the boy's blood going. All the while he keeps an ear out for any sound, keeps his body attuned to feel any twitch or any quiver of muscle. A body isn't too different from the sea if you learn how to read its moods.
Izzy presses him back, all threat and promise wrapped in a nice little leather package. Lucius doesn't resist any of his touches or movements, doesn't flinch as that leather-clad hand settles against his face and that thumb parts his lips, presses against his teeth. Izzy doesn't want him to talk, then? That's fine, he can be quiet--after a fashion.
That beard burns the skin between the slide of Izzy's mouth and Lucius grins against his thumb. Each nip earns a shiver, unguarded, each shift of his mouth a little press forward, up and into him, responsive as those stupid flowers in the sun. Lucius has nothing to be ashamed of in this and, as though he is eager to prove that, he gives to the press of Izzy's thumb and takes it into his mouth, lets it rest on his tongue so he can draw it between his lips and suck.
He has nothing to do with his hands and, frankly, that's a pity. He abandons the wet cloth to the floor and the remaining water drips down the length of his body. He shouldn't be so hot and bothered so quickly--he's incorrigible, but even he has a refractory period...except, apparently, he does not. Not today, it seems. He can already feel his cock twitching and wonders if he'll be able to go again.
As he ponders his prick, Lucius tests what Izzy is willing to give him. Will he allow a hand on his hip, fingers tucked into the leather waistband of his trousers? Will he let Lucius's other hand settle on his shoulder? Neck? Curl into his mussed up hair?
He snarls at the hand in his hair. Everything else is expected. Lucius drawing in his thumb so that Izzy can just feel the damp heat of his mouth, the hand on his hip- all of that is fine, but the one in his hair pulls at his scalp and sends darts of heat downward, though not the kind he wants.
"Handsy fucker, aren't you." And he nips Lucius a little harder than necessary. It makes him think... It makes him wonder... He could seduce this little prick all day long, but he's taller than Izzy- it's not the same, it will never be the same--
But maybe it will be close enough... He pulls his thumb from the boy's lips, knowing that'll leave him free for talking but he'll do his best to ignore that. Then he closes his eyes and presses a lingering kiss to the spot he bit, pulling in a deep breath through his nose, smelling sweat and his own leather and though it's only a hint of what he needs, it's just enough, like the last drop of water on a isolated shore.
He moves his hands to the boy's hips, pulling him close, feeling the heat of skin against his bare palm and groans softly. He spreads more nipping kisses along his collarbone, tenderly almost, maybe too much so, but he doesn't care- He doesn't care. If he could only have this. This barest hint. This barest fucking scrap-
Lucius lets out a little throaty chuckle at the retaliatory bite but he certainly doesn't remove his fingers from Izzy's hair. The hand on his hip, in fact, shifts up until he can thread his fingers almost all the way beneath that waistband. He's touching nothing but shirt, no skin yet to be found, but it's a nice pressure and warmth.
Izzy withdraws his hand and hauls him in by the hips. He bites down, sharp and then careful, all along his collarbone and--something shifts. This isn't Israel Hands giving him a punishment, teaching him what it's like. This isn't Izzy being consumed by pollen and heat. This is something else and, Lucius realizes with a short lurch in his gut, something probably not meant for him.
You don't fuck as many people as Lucius does without realizing when someone is imagining another lover. It's the incongruities--they don't happen little by little, they happen all at once, just like Izzy's shift here. Pulling him in rather than pressing him back. Tender movements of mouth, almost reverent? The long inhale as he crowds him, but after Lucius has swiped that part clean.
"Fuck off--" Lucius says, voice high and offended as he grips Izzy's hair to pull his head away and withdraws his fingers to shove the man off him. He looks absolutely aghast as he does it. "You were not just doing that."
He was not envisioning Edward Teach in Lucius's place. The fucking gall.
He's slightly shocked by it, honestly. But he's not ashamed of it. He moved past that point a long time ago. He doesn't expect Spriggs to understand. He doesn't expect anyone to understand. He pulls away and puts some distance between them. There are still prickles under his skin and his clothes are uncomfortable but a few hours of steady drinking will cure that.
"Enjoy your sad wank, Jizzy," Lucius jeers as he bends to pick up the discarded cloth and scrub the rest of Izzy off him.
He's a little jilted, sure, but who wouldn't be? He can take being called names, being backed into a wall, being threatened and insulted, but he won't do all that happily for a man who doesn't even want to fuck him. He can find another willing hole to envision Edward Teach around, and another ear to rant about how sterling his company is and how pathetic Lucius is for all his self respect.
Once he's done he casts the rag off, stalks to the bed, and drops down for a comfortable sleep. Fuck Izzy.
"I'm better than that." He recognizes the irony but doesn't give a shit. He leaves though and finds a bar and drinks himself stupid and somehow manages to find a bed. It almost takes the sting with it.
Almost.
But that's one thing that will never completely leave, and he prefers it that way. Better something than nothing.
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Date: 2022-06-18 08:27 pm (UTC)It's so fucking hot and he's so sticky--stickier now, really--and he's got Izzy in his lap somehow and both of them in hand and his mind is just blank from all the sensation and exertion. It still tastes like that stupid flower, tangy and raw, but now it tastes like Izzy too. Sweat and salt and skin and something like gunsmoke. He mouths at Izzy's collarbone and his free hand pulls the other man closer, grips hard at the meat of his thigh as Lucius works them over.
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Date: 2022-06-18 09:39 pm (UTC)"I'll make you pay for this," he snarls, gripping Lucius' hair with his gloved hand but not pulling since the little bastard wouldn't like that and fuck him that he cares. Fuck him that he gives a damn. Fuck him that he needs this.
He makes a noise, a thready moan, at the feeling of that hot mouth on his collarbone, his cock twitching, his whole self wanting to sink into it. But screw that.
"Not on your life." He pulls Spriggs' head back but gently enough, just to keep him away, just to keep his own focus ragged as it is. "You just be a good boy with your hand. Fuck." He is so close. So very close. And then they can be done with it. Then they can be through.
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Date: 2022-06-18 10:17 pm (UTC)He's panting into the air in front of Izzy, eyes screwed up with pleasure. He cracks them just as Izzy gives his last orders, tells him to be a good boy, and his dark eyes watch with absolute fascination as he works to take Israel Hands apart.
He's good at this, though, better than Izzy probably expected. One of the benefits of being a seductress--lots of practice. (While Izzy was studying the blade, Lucius was studying this.)
"Wonder if you're this pretty when you're getting fucked?" Lucius supposes out loud, his voice a hoarse whisper into Izzy's space. The man is flushed from his chest to his neck, with exertion, with heat, and it's a good, good look on him. He braces himself for the too-much of it and tightens his grip, twisting his hand so that he can pay special attention, curl and cup around the heads of their cocks as he reaches the top of his stroke. Izzy's is weeping clear fluid with every pass and, god, it's painfully hot.
"You still this bossy then?"
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Date: 2022-06-18 11:58 pm (UTC)"You are the -ahhh- the one whose going to...fffuck" That hand! That stupid fucker. The way his hand tugs and curls and seems to touch every part of him at once, pleasure and pain and rage mix together and he grabs the headboard with both hands, snarling as he just tries to get it to end, for this feeling to get out of him already.
"Fuuuuuckkk," it's said in a snarl as he trusts into that stupid hand as hard as he can until finally in a searing moment of pain and pleasure it ends. He finds himself head bent, teeth clenched so hard his jaw hurt, and feeling like he could break the headboard apart with his hands. He is heaving but he can't help that and he glares down at Spriggs, his lip curling.
"Fuck you. Fuck you."
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Date: 2022-06-19 12:28 am (UTC)His cock feels stripped raw and, he supposes, it kind of is. They're both messy, sticky, sweaty, and--well, Izzy is furious. Lucius is mostly just cocky.
"Fuck me yourself, you coward," Lucius taunts, lazily, and lifts his soiled hand up to drag two fingers into his mouth. He doesn't expect Izzy will, they hadn't exactly fallen into this with full faculties, but a man can dream.
"Either way, feel better?" Lucius asks as he pulls his fingers from his mouth with an audible pop.
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Date: 2022-06-19 12:46 am (UTC)"In your dreams..." He manages. He releases the headboard and pats Lucius' cheek with a gloved hand before doing himself up in a practiced one handed effort-shut it-- and collapsing beside him on the bed.
"No." He says it just to be contrary. "There isn't enough hot water in the world to wash this off me." Lucius he means. This whole situation.
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Date: 2022-06-19 01:33 am (UTC)"Really? I kind of want to just bathe in this," Lucius drawls and waves his cleaner hand about to gesture at the air around them. "How awkward for you, after all, enjoying my touch and company."
He turns then, just a little on his side, lounging without a care that he's nude or that his hair is mussed, or that he has both their spend drying on his stomach.
"Honestly, I'm a little surprised you're not taking full advantage while you have the excuse. After today, you'll have to admit you actually want it."
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Date: 2022-06-19 01:51 am (UTC)He closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at the man. There's nothing at all attractive about him lying there, naked and soaked and sticky with things best not remembered. Or his admittedly talented hand.
"Your touch, maybe." He waves absently. "But that could have been anyone. Your company? As if I couldn't get better company just by spitting off a railing. Today was an exception. If I wanted it from anyone I wouldn't get it from you." Even if he is curious. Even if there are things...
But down that road lay madness and Izzy refused to contemplate it further.
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Date: 2022-06-19 01:58 am (UTC)"I hope you've sated your misbegotten curiosity, Izzy," Lucius tells him. "You can only slum it once, after all, and maintain plausible deniability. But...you don't need to do that, because I'm dreadful, right?"
He pours some water and rubs at his arms. He can still feel the itchy, warm sensation those stupid flowers had left on his skin. The driving dangerous need to get unclothed, to fuck or be fucked, or just touch and grope, that's gone--but the edge of it lingers. He hopes it'll go away but, even if it sits at this level for a while, he can tolerate it. He dunks the cloth in the water and wipes down one arm as he looks back at Izzy.
"You don't strike me as a cuddler, but I'm economical. Want to share the bed and head back to the ship after a nice nap?"
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Date: 2022-06-19 02:13 am (UTC)"I think you're too full of yourself, Mr. Spriggs." He gets himself out of bed and saunters over, feeling the faint tingle as he approaches, and ignores it as usual. "One good fuck and you think you've won." He traces a water trail with a gloved finger up Lucius' side, and then flattens his hand against his chest- as if he's going to push him against the wall but he doesn't.
"Maybe I should show you how it really works. Hm?"
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Date: 2022-06-19 02:22 am (UTC)It's goading, yes, but Izzy's flirting.
For a given value of flirting, of course.
He's throwing his weight around. Dressed, harsh, gloved and glowering, Izzy is the picture of a man trying to be in control and Lucius...well he doesn't dislike it. The little drag of leather up his side, the way he catches a stray drop that's escaped his shoulder and trailed down to his waist, that's as bold as any of Lucius's compliments or sketches. Different dialect, same meaning. He's not sure, yet, if Izzy wants submission or if he wants to push him into line. Either way, though, Izzy's going to have to do something about it.
Lucius is many things, but easily cowed and demure? Are not among them.
"But do go on. Tell me how it really works?" he asks and turns to face Izzy directly, his washcloth sweeping through the mess just above the hand flattened on his chest. If he dampens Izzy's glove in the process, well, so be it.
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Date: 2022-06-19 02:41 am (UTC)He moves his hand away before it gets wet and cups Lucius' cheek, resting his thumb along his lower lip in an almost tender gesture. He can feel the heat of it even through the glove.
"I don't plan to tell you. That's your problem. You talk too much and act too little. But I will show you." He crooks his thumb then, pressing along the edge of Lucius' lower teeth even as he steps closer, feeling the boy's heat like a living thing. He bears his own teeth at it but by that time he is lingering near Lucius' ear, expression out of sight.
"You'll need more than a nap when I'm done." He says it against Lucius' ear, softly but with intention and uses his own weight to press him against the wall. Fuck there's something nice about that. The give of him. He tries to ignore this, pressing his free hand against the wall as well to brace himself, feeling the heat of Lucius hip against his thumb.
He drags his mouth from the lobe of the boy's ear, finding the pulse in his neck, mouthing it, dragging his teeth just lightly against Lucius' skin and ending in a nip just to get the boy's blood going. All the while he keeps an ear out for any sound, keeps his body attuned to feel any twitch or any quiver of muscle. A body isn't too different from the sea if you learn how to read its moods.
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Date: 2022-06-19 02:59 am (UTC)That beard burns the skin between the slide of Izzy's mouth and Lucius grins against his thumb. Each nip earns a shiver, unguarded, each shift of his mouth a little press forward, up and into him, responsive as those stupid flowers in the sun. Lucius has nothing to be ashamed of in this and, as though he is eager to prove that, he gives to the press of Izzy's thumb and takes it into his mouth, lets it rest on his tongue so he can draw it between his lips and suck.
He has nothing to do with his hands and, frankly, that's a pity. He abandons the wet cloth to the floor and the remaining water drips down the length of his body. He shouldn't be so hot and bothered so quickly--he's incorrigible, but even he has a refractory period...except, apparently, he does not. Not today, it seems. He can already feel his cock twitching and wonders if he'll be able to go again.
As he ponders his prick, Lucius tests what Izzy is willing to give him. Will he allow a hand on his hip, fingers tucked into the leather waistband of his trousers? Will he let Lucius's other hand settle on his shoulder? Neck? Curl into his mussed up hair?
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Date: 2022-06-19 03:29 am (UTC)"Handsy fucker, aren't you." And he nips Lucius a little harder than necessary. It makes him think... It makes him wonder... He could seduce this little prick all day long, but he's taller than Izzy- it's not the same, it will never be the same--
But maybe it will be close enough... He pulls his thumb from the boy's lips, knowing that'll leave him free for talking but he'll do his best to ignore that. Then he closes his eyes and presses a lingering kiss to the spot he bit, pulling in a deep breath through his nose, smelling sweat and his own leather and though it's only a hint of what he needs, it's just enough, like the last drop of water on a isolated shore.
He moves his hands to the boy's hips, pulling him close, feeling the heat of skin against his bare palm and groans softly. He spreads more nipping kisses along his collarbone, tenderly almost, maybe too much so, but he doesn't care- He doesn't care. If he could only have this. This barest hint. This barest fucking scrap-
Maybe it'll be enough.
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Date: 2022-06-19 04:25 am (UTC)Izzy withdraws his hand and hauls him in by the hips. He bites down, sharp and then careful, all along his collarbone and--something shifts. This isn't Israel Hands giving him a punishment, teaching him what it's like. This isn't Izzy being consumed by pollen and heat. This is something else and, Lucius realizes with a short lurch in his gut, something probably not meant for him.
You don't fuck as many people as Lucius does without realizing when someone is imagining another lover. It's the incongruities--they don't happen little by little, they happen all at once, just like Izzy's shift here. Pulling him in rather than pressing him back. Tender movements of mouth, almost reverent? The long inhale as he crowds him, but after Lucius has swiped that part clean.
"Fuck off--" Lucius says, voice high and offended as he grips Izzy's hair to pull his head away and withdraws his fingers to shove the man off him. He looks absolutely aghast as he does it. "You were not just doing that."
He was not envisioning Edward Teach in Lucius's place. The fucking gall.
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Date: 2022-06-19 04:37 am (UTC)"Have a good nap, Spriggs."
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Date: 2022-06-19 04:56 am (UTC)He's a little jilted, sure, but who wouldn't be? He can take being called names, being backed into a wall, being threatened and insulted, but he won't do all that happily for a man who doesn't even want to fuck him. He can find another willing hole to envision Edward Teach around, and another ear to rant about how sterling his company is and how pathetic Lucius is for all his self respect.
Once he's done he casts the rag off, stalks to the bed, and drops down for a comfortable sleep. Fuck Izzy.
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Date: 2022-06-19 05:00 am (UTC)Almost.
But that's one thing that will never completely leave, and he prefers it that way. Better something than nothing.