[Normally, Izou thrives on the verbal praise. it's very concrete, easy to understand and act on. And maybe, another time, he might insist upon it from McGillis. Wait, why is he just assuming other times will happen?? Don't get carried away, Izou!! Anyway... he considers it, but...
Well, McGillis is always so buttoned up, so stiff, so focused on staying in control and presenting a certain way. He hadn't thought about it that hard when he'd told McGillis to loosen up, but in this moment, he thinks this was really what he'd meant. To just forget about being McGillis Fareed and all that entails, and instead simply be a man enjoying himself and his partner, in this moment.
Not that Izou could articulate any of this. He just gets this immensely satisfied feeling looking at the way McGillis is breaking down so gently, and he thinks it's fitting that there's something almost artistic in how subtle it is. McGillis is the piercing glare to Izou's battle cry. Just as deadly, but far quieter. He'd be enjoying himself down here regardless, but his discerning eye he usually uses to steal technique from others he's using now to drink in every last reaction from McGillis. The small, romantic voice in the back of his head says that even if he does get thrown aside again, it'll be worth it for a sight like this.
Still, as much as he'd hate to interrupt, he pulls off but not away to ask;]
Tell me if yer close... Or don't. I don't mind either way.
[Letting a hand drift to splay across the soft skin of McGillis's inner thigh, gently tessing. He wonders if it'd be another first for McGillis if he swallowed.]
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Well, McGillis is always so buttoned up, so stiff, so focused on staying in control and presenting a certain way. He hadn't thought about it that hard when he'd told McGillis to loosen up, but in this moment, he thinks this was really what he'd meant. To just forget about being McGillis Fareed and all that entails, and instead simply be a man enjoying himself and his partner, in this moment.
Not that Izou could articulate any of this. He just gets this immensely satisfied feeling looking at the way McGillis is breaking down so gently, and he thinks it's fitting that there's something almost artistic in how subtle it is. McGillis is the piercing glare to Izou's battle cry. Just as deadly, but far quieter. He'd be enjoying himself down here regardless, but his discerning eye he usually uses to steal technique from others he's using now to drink in every last reaction from McGillis. The small, romantic voice in the back of his head says that even if he does get thrown aside again, it'll be worth it for a sight like this.
Still, as much as he'd hate to interrupt, he pulls off but not away to ask;]
Tell me if yer close... Or don't. I don't mind either way.
[Letting a hand drift to splay across the soft skin of McGillis's inner thigh, gently tessing. He wonders if it'd be another first for McGillis if he swallowed.]