[ 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.]
[ McGillis likewise tosses his pants (just as untidily, he's given up) and remains in nothing but his boxer shorts. Only to turn back and be confronted with--
Huh. Yeah, okay, he'd been fooled by Izou wearing contemporary clothing today, but he is fucking a man from possibly a thousand years in his past, isn't he? Maybe it shouldn't be a shock that he's never seen that kind of underwear before...
Luckily Izou distracts him before he can frown a little too obviously at Izou's garment choices and-- oh.
Yeah, hm, maybe he should also have thought about the fact that this would be intimidating. This is sadly the first time it even occurs to him though. Izou is not only the first man he's ever cared about whom he takes to bed, he's also the smallest man he's ever had sex with. Time to actually frown.]
... not much.
[ He's plenty turned on, but probably not quite at capacity here. ]
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[Oh McGillis wait til you see the back. Or lack thereof.
Izou stares at his adversary, maybe the looser fabric of this type of underwear is playing tricks on his eyes... Maybe it getting bigger will actually be fine!! No, what is he saying, it doesn't matter either way, because he refuses to be defeated by something like this!!! So what if it's big!!! He's extremely cool and resilient!!
He swallows, steeling himself, before running a hand through his hair, bangs actually falling out of his face for a rare glimpse of his full face, not that anything unexpected was hidden under the shag.]
... Well it'll take more than that ta defeat me. But first, come back down here.
[ McGillis does obey that request gladly. He presses a kiss to Izou's collarbone this time, nibbling only very gently at the skin as he does so. Getting too stuck on talking logistics would be a mood killer, but... ]
You can say 'stop' at any point.
[ Whispered against Izou's skin in an uncharacteristically gentle fashion. He does want to hurt Izou, even now. He wants to prove to them both that they're fools drunk on a sensation that is momentary. But he doesn't want to hurt Izou like this. ]
Many ways to get off, right?
[ To demonstrate this, he runs his palm over the fabric of the strange underwear construct. ]
[If he calls it an underwear construct out loud I'm going to personally strike him down, that better remain an inside thought. Izou arches into the touch, chasing the friction, but also makes an expression that is probably best described as a pout.]
No! I want it!
[Ok that sounded too bratty even for him. He bites his lip, and adds in a lower tone.]
... I'll tap out if I really need to. I ain't that big of an idiot.
[But he wants it known that he is in fact fully up for the challenge. He can't say he's had worse, but he trusts McGillis to be far gentler with him than others he's had, so surely it'll be within his limits.]
[ The way Izou says that briefly makes McGillis remember that Izou can get mana from this. Is he going to insist on doing it raw, for the sake of 'fluids'?? Is this where they're headed??
... wait, does Izou know what a condom is to start with? Has he had sex in the modern era???? Suddenly it feels like maybe they should have talked more logistics first.
But okay. Step one is settled. ]
... I'll take you by your word.
[ Because despite all abovementioned questions, McGillis also wants to go all the way here. Izou gets another bite to his collar, before McGillis pulls him into another kiss. This time he won't be the only one bleeding. ]
[STOP I FORGOT ABOUT THAT AND THEN ALSO HAD TO GOOGLE TO FIGURE OUT IF IZOU WOULD KNOW ABOUT CONDOMS , WHICH PROBABLY NOT. EVEN IF HE GOT LAID IN CHALDEA I DOUBT SERVANTS ARE CONCERNED ABOUT PROTECTION SINCE THEY'RE MADE OF MAGIC!! But that's a problem for Future McGillis.
Anyway, it's clear Izou is on board for being on the receiving end of a little roughness, the way he practically moans into the kiss when McGillis bites down. He's also reaching up to make a mess of McGillis's normally neat hair. It's disguised in extremely normal movements to make when locked in a kiss, but that's his real objective.]
[ Oh yes, that's a good sound. McGillis is extremely quiet in bed, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy hearing his partners. He's unfair like that.
At least the way McGillis is very focused on their bruising kiss means that Izou fully gets away with messing up McGillis' looks. And funnily, that just means that he becomes a mirror image of Izou, with one of his eyes half-covered by long bangs.
He looks a proper mess when they break apart - bloodstained lips, flushed cheeks, wide pupils and hair all over the place. A sight nobody in Sunset City has ever seen - if indeed anybody ever has.
McGillis locks eyes with Izou, unsmiling this time, and then dips his head again so he can trail hot kisses down his torso. When he gets low enough to comfortably grab Izou's thighs, he pushes them apart a bit further. ]
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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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Huh. Yeah, okay, he'd been fooled by Izou wearing contemporary clothing today, but he is fucking a man from possibly a thousand years in his past, isn't he? Maybe it shouldn't be a shock that he's never seen that kind of underwear before...
Luckily Izou distracts him before he can frown a little too obviously at Izou's garment choices and-- oh.
Yeah, hm, maybe he should also have thought about the fact that this would be intimidating. This is sadly the first time it even occurs to him though. Izou is not only the first man he's ever cared about whom he takes to bed, he's also the smallest man he's ever had sex with. Time to actually frown.]
... not much.
[ He's plenty turned on, but probably not quite at capacity here. ]
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Izou stares at his adversary, maybe the looser fabric of this type of underwear is playing tricks on his eyes... Maybe it getting bigger will actually be fine!! No, what is he saying, it doesn't matter either way, because he refuses to be defeated by something like this!!! So what if it's big!!! He's extremely cool and resilient!!
He swallows, steeling himself, before running a hand through his hair, bangs actually falling out of his face for a rare glimpse of his full face, not that anything unexpected was hidden under the shag.]
... Well it'll take more than that ta defeat me. But first, come back down here.
[He's sure McGillis wasn't done working him up ]
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You can say 'stop' at any point.
[ Whispered against Izou's skin in an uncharacteristically gentle fashion. He does want to hurt Izou, even now. He wants to prove to them both that they're fools drunk on a sensation that is momentary. But he doesn't want to hurt Izou like this. ]
Many ways to get off, right?
[ To demonstrate this, he runs his palm over the fabric of the strange underwear construct. ]
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No! I want it!
[Ok that sounded too bratty even for him. He bites his lip, and adds in a lower tone.]
... I'll tap out if I really need to. I ain't that big of an idiot.
[But he wants it known that he is in fact fully up for the challenge. He can't say he's had worse, but he trusts McGillis to be far gentler with him than others he's had, so surely it'll be within his limits.]
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... wait, does Izou know what a condom is to start with? Has he had sex in the modern era???? Suddenly it feels like maybe they should have talked more logistics first.
But okay. Step one is settled. ]
... I'll take you by your word.
[ Because despite all abovementioned questions, McGillis also wants to go all the way here. Izou gets another bite to his collar, before McGillis pulls him into another kiss. This time he won't be the only one bleeding. ]
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Anyway, it's clear Izou is on board for being on the receiving end of a little roughness, the way he practically moans into the kiss when McGillis bites down. He's also reaching up to make a mess of McGillis's normally neat hair. It's disguised in extremely normal movements to make when locked in a kiss, but that's his real objective.]
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At least the way McGillis is very focused on their bruising kiss means that Izou fully gets away with messing up McGillis' looks. And funnily, that just means that he becomes a mirror image of Izou, with one of his eyes half-covered by long bangs.
He looks a proper mess when they break apart - bloodstained lips, flushed cheeks, wide pupils and hair all over the place. A sight nobody in Sunset City has ever seen - if indeed anybody ever has.
McGillis locks eyes with Izou, unsmiling this time, and then dips his head again so he can trail hot kisses down his torso. When he gets low enough to comfortably grab Izou's thighs, he pushes them apart a bit further. ]
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