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.
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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.