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.
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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.