[ Bold and incredibly untrue words from a man who has constructed an incredibly elaborate narrative in his brain that somehow justifies going on a nice date.
The conversation is briefly interrupted by McGillis having yet another front desk talk with this time a homely middle aged lady who gives them a really annoying wink as they head off to the elevators.
McGillis ignores this and gets back to the point. ]
And just like I don't need excuses to want this, I don't need a reason to not want something else, do I?
[Incredibly untrue it may be, Izou doesn't know better than to take it at face value. Or well, he does, but time and time again, his desire to be wanted and prized wins out over his attemted skepticism in the wake of betrayal. As much as he tries to be cynical, it's simply not in his nature.
Such a bold statement of clear intent has him somewhat in a daze until the elevator doors slide shut behind them and he yanks on McGillis's collar to pull him down for a kiss.]
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[ Talk about forceful...! McGillis is actually surprised by the sudden movement, but it only takes half a second until he's caught himself and--
Well, elevator rights are notoriously short so he holds back from pressing Izou against the wall, even though doing so is extremely tempting.
But he does kiss back with full intensity, taking all that Izou is willing to bestow on him until the doors open again and they're in clear view of a thankfully empty hallway. ]
[ Izou... You're so lucky McGillis is used to being the organizational brain. ]
15... that way.
[ It's only three doors down the hall to the left and then McGillis gets to unlock the door into their private domicile for the night. The door clicks shut behind them with a sense of finality. They're alone now, well and truly.
McGillis turns to Izou with a small smile and lowered eyelids. ]
Restraining me is off limits and I'm not going to be on the receiving end. Other than that, I'll give you everything you could want.
[Everything!! How can McGillis be so sure he can deliver on that!! Izou is already letting his hoodie fall to the floor and proceeding to unbutton his shirt. Gotta get those wet clothes off, after all.]
Lucky fer you that's how I prefer it. [He wouldn't normally admit it so freely but... It seems only fair to meet that frankness.]
B-but! Don't think that means I'm just gonna let ya do whatever you want with me!
[ McGillis had been pretty confident that Izou would be receptive to doing things this way around, but having the last bit of doubt removed is going to spare them some awkwardness in trying to reason things out later.
For a second McGillis can't help but give a look to the haphazard way Izou deposits his poor hoodie on the ground, but given the context he's going to forgive it. ]
No, but you'll let me do whatever you want with you, right? I'd like to.. How did you put it earlier...? Ah yes. Unravel you.
[ Sorry, he's insufferable. But at least his closing the distance so he can help Izou with those buttons. ]
[Yeah that choice of words combined with the closeness of McGillis finally gets Izou to fluster. Yes he very much wants to be unraveled.
He almost barks out something about not letting his guard down fully, but... He does want to. Even if part of him thinks he shouldn't. It feels like way too much work to put in for this to be some sort of long con. Surely.]
That's... Yeah.
[His voice slightly hoarse, as McGillis undoes the last button, he sheds his shirt with just as little ceremony, before reaching up to untie his hair. As it falls around his shoulders, it becomes more readily apparent just how much hair he has. It's so fluffy. He then plants a hand on McGillis's chest and with a gentle push;]
[ If Izou hadn't untied his hair here, McGillis would have done it for him soon enough. He's been curious to see how it looks falling free, and he's not disappointed by the view. It feels unusual, intimate, personal... McGillis can't resist running a hand through the locks before he complies with the request and maneuvers to the bed... by walking backwards, pulling Izou along with him. Like hell is he letting go now.
So when he gets on the bed, it's with his arm hooked around Izou's waist to pull him down onto his lap. ]
[Well. Izou was going to end up here anyway, though he'd planned to take his wet pants off first. Guess he'll remain like this for a bit.
He already likes this position, but the compliment just fluffs him up more. That's right!! Praise him!! He settles into place, the movement of his hips definitely entirely innocent and with no ulterior motives (lie). He then leans down to start gettin Mcgillis's shirt off as well.]
[ McGillis hums appreciatively at that totally accidental friction between them, clearly a harmless byproduct of Izou simply settling down.
McGillis is wearing a button down shirt and a light suit jacket, the latter of which he already shrugs off while Izou gets to work on his buttons. ]
I can imagine... but I won't have to rely on imagination for long, will I?
[ His hands snake up Izou's torso now. While McGillis had been entirely immune to the visual fanservice in the palace, one shouldn't take that to mean that he's incapable of appreciating a toned body. Now, in the right mood and atmosphere, he's glad to run his fingers all over, imagining the deadliness of those muscles all the while. ]
[Muscles honed specifically for killing! Izou enjoys both the sense of appreciation and the simple act of being touched. He's never been good with words, and besides it's so much easier to lie with one's mouth than body. Touch is good.
As soon as the buttons are undone he's leaning down, licking a stripe across McGillis's chest to his target, a nipple, where he immediately makes good on his threat of biting. Marking. Planting his flag on the moon as it were.]
[ McGillis gasps, low and understated but still audible. This is the kind of attention he wouldn't have let previous partners get away with, but despite all that McGillis is telling himself about using the other man, Izou is different. He's never slept with anybody he was invested in before. Every last hookup had been carefully calculated to be just about sex and nothing else, names and faces already blurring together in his memory. It's easy to forget those men. Forgetting Izou would be harder. After all, McGillis has been wholly marked by him already.
Izou will find that future scar removal technology is truly excellent - McGillis had once had a flawless body, unmarred by the dark memories he carries. That flawlessness is no more. Whether it's his chest or his shoulder, there are sword scars running over McGillis' pale skin now, tangible reminder of every time they'd been at odds. Not a single person would ever be able to doubt that Izou had been here first. ]
Yes, you never hesitate at all.
[ Not in anger and violence, and not in this. That's why McGillis wants him. That's why he lowers his hands until he can cup Izou's ass through his clammy jeans and roll his own hips up against him, more teasing than seriously chasing friction. The groping is very real though. ]
[A different person would feel guilt at the visible reminder of the pain he inflicted on the other man. As if it made him undeserving of the attention he was getting and giving now. In fact, even if it was a different person than McGillis, Izou might have hesitated. But he trusts that to McGillis, it takes only a little reframing to change the marks of violence to something more romantic. Violence comes from strong emotions, and those are meaningful no matter what.
He gasps a little at the friction, the hands claiming him, the thought of removing the obstacle feeling distant for right now compared to the urgent need to locate the marks his blade left. He knows keenly which are his, and he's tracing over them with fingers and tongue, reclaiming them for his new intentions for this body.]
Hesitation's the fasted way ta get yerself killed, after all.
[ Izou is going hard on claiming those scars and McGillis can feel himself going hard in turn. ]
I knew you'd like admiring your handiwork.
[ When this is all over and they've crashed and burned, he'll have these scars removed. For now, he's enjoying the attention to them maybe a little too much. All of these marks are proof of the choices they've made, something intentional. It's so much better than just being worshipped for how you happen to look. ]
You've really made a mess of me, it was very rude.
[ More believable if he wasn't digging his fingers into Izou's ass while saying so. ]
I get called rude fer a lotta things, but tryin' ta kill a guy who in retrospect was obviously goadin' me into it feels new.
[He's giving McGillis a second bite on the other side since it feels right for someone like McGillis to be symmetrical, before siting up again, and starting to remove his pants.]
Besides, I ain't barely even got started makin' a mess of you yet.
[ Despite the absolutely inappropriate topic of conversation, McGillis decides that the laughter isn't unpleasant at all.
So McGillis is going to hinder Izou's undressing efforts for a moment - he's tangling his hands in his hair and pulling him in for a languid open-mouthed kiss. Izou may be very eager to get naked, but McGillis is actually in favor of taking their time just a little bit. ]
[Yeah realistically the only one getting made a mess of tonight is Izou because he is absolutely the type.
Further confirmation of how he is simply built to be a bottom is how he easily accepts the diversion, melting into the warmth of the kiss, though after a moment's lingering he is going to bite again, not as an act of resistance but of further marking. He may even bite hard enough to draw blood from McGillis's lips. He needs to get all sorts of tastes from this man.]
[ That a) hurts and b) is actually kind of hot?? McGillis is going to try very hard not to think about how much he's letting Izou get away with here, because that just feels like it'd have implications.
'Get away with' is relative anyway - if Izou thinks he can make him bleed and not experience consequences, he's thought wrong. McGillis allows just a moment of tasting blood between them, before rapidly shifts their positions and--
Well, unless Izou is putting up a fight, he's going to find himself on his back on the bed next, with McGillis grinning down at him with bloody lips. ]
[He would protest, even if only artificially for his pride. Really he would!! But with a bloodied, triumphant McGillis looming over him like that??? Hot?????.png
Izou freezes up in a way that could almost be mistaken for hesitation, but is really more just his brain resetting because part of him wants to suddenly abandon all thoughts of bravado and just submit entirely to that face. He will, at least, tilt his head to bear his neck a little, invitingly. McGillis didn't create the scar there but he's welcome to it all the same.]
Fuck, you look hot like that.
[Half mumbled, at least the harshness of his word choice will maintain that he's not a hapless prey animal.]
[ Izou is not the only one who is enjoying the view here. Spread out under McGillis with his hair messily all over the pillow, chest bare and face flushed, Izou really looks the best he ever has. This time, McGillis actually takes a second to stare until he's had his fill. I hope Izou enjoys being eaten up with his eyes?? ]
That's my line, isn't it?
[ McGillis has indeed promised to give Izou all he wants though, so the invitation to his neck is taken a moment later. And isn't it convenient that Izou tends to hide his neck with a scarf to begin with? Who's going to notice a few more bruises? McGillis may not be the vampire that Izou is also crushing on, but he does have canines and a tongue and good willingness to get to work.
If Izou has his eyes open at any point during this, it at least gives him a good vantage point to see the coffin-shaped AV-implant box?? ]
[He's pretty distracted by all the very nice attention he's being lavished with, but he does notice it, confused for a moment before he remembers the conversation at dinner. That's the thing! Hey, he ended up getting to see it after all!!!
But further inspection and questions about it will have to wait, because all of this excitement has made his already relatively uncomfortably damp pants even more untenable. He shifts a little, hands resting on McGillis's waist, before suggesting;]
Thought you brought me here ta get me outta these wet clothes?
[ But it's fun to make you squirm and mark you up... McGillis is a little bit hesitant to pull back, but Izou has a very good point. ]
... ah, I've been negligent.
[ And because he's a perfect gentleman, he'll give Izou a very short apologetic kiss for it, before giving him space to actually wiggle out of and toss his pants. This means that McGillis himself is on his knees, straddling Izou's thighs, and taking the moment to unfasten his own pants. Which... yeah, okay, that's a relief. He exhales softly. ]
[Wow who said anything about you not doing any more of that!! Izou just wanted to get his pants off!! Just that much is enough for now, it had no give to accommodate his growing erection. His fundoshi has plenty of give for such a thing, so McGillis is going to have to reckon with this Historical Underwear for a hot minute. Izou tosses his pants off the bed, and returns his attention to-]
It-That thing ain't gonna get any bigger, is it!?
[HE SUPPOSES HE SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED BUT ALSO HE DIDN'T CONSIDER THE SIZE DIFFERENTIAL.]
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I didn't mean it like that! Like it's more like an excuse or side effect than a reason, y'know?
[He would be here regardless.]
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I don't need excuses to want this.
[ Bold and incredibly untrue words from a man who has constructed an incredibly elaborate narrative in his brain that somehow justifies going on a nice date.
The conversation is briefly interrupted by McGillis having yet another front desk talk with this time a homely middle aged lady who gives them a really annoying wink as they head off to the elevators.
McGillis ignores this and gets back to the point. ]
And just like I don't need excuses to want this, I don't need a reason to not want something else, do I?
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Such a bold statement of clear intent has him somewhat in a daze until the elevator doors slide shut behind them and he yanks on McGillis's collar to pull him down for a kiss.]
those of you reading along at home, there be nsfw soon
[ Talk about forceful...! McGillis is actually surprised by the sudden movement, but it only takes half a second until he's caught himself and--
Well, elevator rights are notoriously short so he holds back from pressing Izou against the wall, even though doing so is extremely tempting.
But he does kiss back with full intensity, taking all that Izou is willing to bestow on him until the doors open again and they're in clear view of a thankfully empty hallway. ]
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What... What was th' room number?
[He hadn't been paying attention, unsurprisingly.]
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15... that way.
[ It's only three doors down the hall to the left and then McGillis gets to unlock the door into their private domicile for the night. The door clicks shut behind them with a sense of finality. They're alone now, well and truly.
McGillis turns to Izou with a small smile and lowered eyelids. ]
Restraining me is off limits and I'm not going to be on the receiving end. Other than that, I'll give you everything you could want.
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That's a pretty big an' bold claim ta make.
[Everything!! How can McGillis be so sure he can deliver on that!! Izou is already letting his hoodie fall to the floor and proceeding to unbutton his shirt. Gotta get those wet clothes off, after all.]
Lucky fer you that's how I prefer it.
[He wouldn't normally admit it so freely but... It seems only fair to meet that frankness.]
B-but! Don't think that means I'm just gonna let ya do whatever you want with me!
[He has to say this to keep his pride intact.]
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For a second McGillis can't help but give a look to the haphazard way Izou deposits his poor hoodie on the ground, but given the context he's going to forgive it. ]
No, but you'll let me do whatever you want with you, right? I'd like to.. How did you put it earlier...? Ah yes. Unravel you.
[ Sorry, he's insufferable. But at least his closing the distance so he can help Izou with those buttons. ]
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He almost barks out something about not letting his guard down fully, but... He does want to. Even if part of him thinks he shouldn't. It feels like way too much work to put in for this to be some sort of long con. Surely.]
That's... Yeah.
[His voice slightly hoarse, as McGillis undoes the last button, he sheds his shirt with just as little ceremony, before reaching up to untie his hair. As it falls around his shoulders, it becomes more readily apparent just how much hair he has. It's so fluffy. He then plants a hand on McGillis's chest and with a gentle push;]
Get on the bed.
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So when he gets on the bed, it's with his arm hooked around Izou's waist to pull him down onto his lap. ]
You look good like this.
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He already likes this position, but the compliment just fluffs him up more. That's right!! Praise him!! He settles into place, the movement of his hips definitely entirely innocent and with no ulterior motives (lie). He then leans down to start gettin Mcgillis's shirt off as well.]
I do my best work in this position if ya ask me.
[He likes having some amount of control.]
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McGillis is wearing a button down shirt and a light suit jacket, the latter of which he already shrugs off while Izou gets to work on his buttons. ]
I can imagine... but I won't have to rely on imagination for long, will I?
[ His hands snake up Izou's torso now. While McGillis had been entirely immune to the visual fanservice in the palace, one shouldn't take that to mean that he's incapable of appreciating a toned body. Now, in the right mood and atmosphere, he's glad to run his fingers all over, imagining the deadliness of those muscles all the while. ]
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As soon as the buttons are undone he's leaning down, licking a stripe across McGillis's chest to his target, a nipple, where he immediately makes good on his threat of biting. Marking. Planting his flag on the moon as it were.]
'Course not. I'm a man of action.
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Izou will find that future scar removal technology is truly excellent - McGillis had once had a flawless body, unmarred by the dark memories he carries. That flawlessness is no more. Whether it's his chest or his shoulder, there are sword scars running over McGillis' pale skin now, tangible reminder of every time they'd been at odds. Not a single person would ever be able to doubt that Izou had been here first. ]
Yes, you never hesitate at all.
[ Not in anger and violence, and not in this. That's why McGillis wants him. That's why he lowers his hands until he can cup Izou's ass through his clammy jeans and roll his own hips up against him, more teasing than seriously chasing friction. The groping is very real though. ]
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He gasps a little at the friction, the hands claiming him, the thought of removing the obstacle feeling distant for right now compared to the urgent need to locate the marks his blade left. He knows keenly which are his, and he's tracing over them with fingers and tongue, reclaiming them for his new intentions for this body.]
Hesitation's the fasted way ta get yerself killed, after all.
[Normal things to say during foreplay.]
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[ Izou is going hard on claiming those scars and McGillis can feel himself going hard in turn. ]
I knew you'd like admiring your handiwork.
[ When this is all over and they've crashed and burned, he'll have these scars removed. For now, he's enjoying the attention to them maybe a little too much. All of these marks are proof of the choices they've made, something intentional. It's so much better than just being worshipped for how you happen to look. ]
You've really made a mess of me, it was very rude.
[ More believable if he wasn't digging his fingers into Izou's ass while saying so. ]
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I get called rude fer a lotta things, but tryin' ta kill a guy who in retrospect was obviously goadin' me into it feels new.
[He's giving McGillis a second bite on the other side since it feels right for someone like McGillis to be symmetrical, before siting up again, and starting to remove his pants.]
Besides, I ain't barely even got started makin' a mess of you yet.
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[ Despite the absolutely inappropriate topic of conversation, McGillis decides that the laughter isn't unpleasant at all.
So McGillis is going to hinder Izou's undressing efforts for a moment - he's tangling his hands in his hair and pulling him in for a languid open-mouthed kiss. Izou may be very eager to get naked, but McGillis is actually in favor of taking their time just a little bit. ]
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Further confirmation of how he is simply built to be a bottom is how he easily accepts the diversion, melting into the warmth of the kiss, though after a moment's lingering he is going to bite again, not as an act of resistance but of further marking. He may even bite hard enough to draw blood from McGillis's lips. He needs to get all sorts of tastes from this man.]
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'Get away with' is relative anyway - if Izou thinks he can make him bleed and not experience consequences, he's thought wrong. McGillis allows just a moment of tasting blood between them, before rapidly shifts their positions and--
Well, unless Izou is putting up a fight, he's going to find himself on his back on the bed next, with McGillis grinning down at him with bloody lips. ]
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Izou freezes up in a way that could almost be mistaken for hesitation, but is really more just his brain resetting because part of him wants to suddenly abandon all thoughts of bravado and just submit entirely to that face. He will, at least, tilt his head to bear his neck a little, invitingly. McGillis didn't create the scar there but he's welcome to it all the same.]
Fuck, you look hot like that.
[Half mumbled, at least the harshness of his word choice will maintain that he's not a hapless prey animal.]
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That's my line, isn't it?
[ McGillis has indeed promised to give Izou all he wants though, so the invitation to his neck is taken a moment later. And isn't it convenient that Izou tends to hide his neck with a scarf to begin with? Who's going to notice a few more bruises? McGillis may not be the vampire that Izou is also crushing on, but he does have canines and a tongue and good willingness to get to work.
If Izou has his eyes open at any point during this, it at least gives him a good vantage point to see the coffin-shaped AV-implant box?? ]
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But further inspection and questions about it will have to wait, because all of this excitement has made his already relatively uncomfortably damp pants even more untenable. He shifts a little, hands resting on McGillis's waist, before suggesting;]
Thought you brought me here ta get me outta these wet clothes?
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... ah, I've been negligent.
[ And because he's a perfect gentleman, he'll give Izou a very short apologetic kiss for it, before giving him space to actually wiggle out of and toss his pants. This means that McGillis himself is on his knees, straddling Izou's thighs, and taking the moment to unfasten his own pants. Which... yeah, okay, that's a relief. He exhales softly. ]
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It-That thing ain't gonna get any bigger, is it!?
[HE SUPPOSES HE SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED BUT ALSO HE DIDN'T CONSIDER THE SIZE DIFFERENTIAL.]
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