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-

Maybe it'll be enough.