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[personal profile] draughtsman 2022-06-19 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] draughtsman 2022-06-19 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
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?
draughtsman: (FUCK THE BEACH)

[personal profile] draughtsman 2022-06-19 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
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.
draughtsman: (JUST SO WE ARE CLEAR)

[personal profile] draughtsman 2022-06-19 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"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.