[ 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. ]
[Ok just know Izou is going to take the quiet as a challenge to force him to make noise.
But yes... This was his goal. A sight only for him. McGillis, who is normally so put together, who clearly values so much what people think of how he carries himself. He's the leader, the stalwart, the stoic immovable unflappable guy everyone can count on. And now he's messy and seemingly unfussed about it. And Izou is the one who gets to see it.
So, with that lovely image for him to burn into his memory, he doesn't even put up an artifice of resistance as McGillis tacitly asks for him to open his legs. Getting closer to this area McGillis's finally gets to discover that a fundoshi is basically a thong which is certainly a choice samurai made.]
Dunno, you look pretty well unraveled ta me.
[Said with a grin as he's plenty flushed himself.]
[ Honestly, it's good that Izou is teasing because this at least prevents McGillis from thinking too hard about the general concept of fundoshi. Instead of judging the Underwear Construct, he responds to Izou's smug little statement by ducking down even lower and sinking his teeth into Izou's inner thigh. ]
Do I now?
[ He barely raises his head to speak before going right back to licking over the mark he just made. ]
[Yeah that two part attack lands as intended, with Izou interrupting himself to gasp. The way he arches his back in response is frankly a little bit of a put on response, but hopefully one that is effectively alluring. But still, he finds the clarity to add;]
You should... If at any point ya don't, you say something, yeah?
[He remembers The Vaguely But Firmly Alluded to traumas and has no desire to unearth them... Even if he'd claim it's only because he doesn't want to deal with having to comfort McGillis if that were to happen.]
[ The reaction is definitely having its intended effect of making McGillis smile against Izou's leg, but... ah. That consideration gives him pause. Real pause, where he just stops what he's doing entirely and glances up at Izou for a second.
He hates being shown kindness like this. It makes him feel fragile in a way he's taken great care to eliminate many years ago. This was the danger he'd accepted when he decided to sleep with somebody who knows. ]
... you're not the first man I sleep with since then. I'm fine.
[ There is a notable emphasis on the word fine here. Welp.
But at least he's not letting the awkwardness of this moment stretch out for much longer, because now he's up to the puzzle of... how the fuck does one untie fundoshi anyway. He gets it pretty soon, but the unfamiliarity is probably obvious. ]
[Wow!! He was just saying that to be nice and conscientious!! Don't get an attitude with him.
He could just tell McGillis he can just yank it off without untying it. But no, you know what, let the white man struggle a little with it. Since he's so tough.]
Bet I'm the first guy you've slept with that beat ya at golf.
[Trying to tease in order to lighten the mood back up.]
[ That gambit does work, McGillis' eyebrows instantly shoot up in a much more lighthearted way. ]
That's a very specific metric.
[ Like, not untrue at all, but. Hello?? Also don't rub it in. ]
If you're counting like that, you get a lot of firsts. You're also the first man from the past I'm sleeping with. The first ghost. The first who tried to kill me.
[ Okay, he's got the untying now. Fucking primordial underwear. The things he puts up with! But with a) the moment of vulnerability effectively ended and b) the fundoshi battle just about won, McGillis allows himself to add something nicer (?): ]
The first I'm going to take on a second date, if he behaves.
[Izou is relatively ambivalent on the first two, and smirks in a weirdly proud way at the murder status. Yeah!! He did that!! And somehow it got him here!!!
But then the last first throws him off. Second date??? He's the only one McGillis likes enough for that???? Behave??????????]
[ ... McGillis had been completely banking on being met with defiance here. "And what if I don't, huh?" type stuff. He has once again underestimated how incredibly starved Izou is for positive attention.
'This is what makes you so easy to manipulate and discard...' McGillis thinks to himself, but out loud he says something very different: ]
Just one thing: Don't hold back.
[ Because that's what he really wants. 'Behave' was just meant to rile Izou up - he doesn't particularly care to have him be obedient, when he could be having something so much better.
And also hey, now that underwear is out of the way, he gets to be a massive tease and just run his tongue all over Izou's dick from bottom to a little swirl at the top. ]
[Worry not, now that he's amended the "behave" with "don't hold back," the defiance will return.
For right this moment, though, Izou is going to act on that command by loudly yelping and swearing at the attention being applied to his dick.]
Fucking hell- Yer really just-
[JUST GOING FOR IT. Izou has to fist his hands in McGillis's hair like it's grounding him to earth, unfortunately not caring much if he yanks a little as he squirms under the touch. He doesn't remember being THIS sensitive, surely it's just because it's been a while and not any weird emotional reasons.]
[ Better. Obedient little dog Izou is cute, McGillis can't deny that, but it's also a mode that feel uncomfortable for a variety of complex reasons. Much better if Izou is clawing his hair and swearing up a storm.
So he is absolutely just going to go for it. Spread Izou's legs even wider with his hands digging into the softness of his thighs, and go down on him properly. Turns out McGillis does not have much of a gag reflex anymore.
McGillis doesn't necessarily love the sensation of giving blowjobs, but he likes having somebody else at his mercy and hearing the way their breath catches with every adjusted movement. He's not going to let Izou finish here, but he's got no qualms about making sure he at least gets close. ]
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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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But yes... This was his goal. A sight only for him. McGillis, who is normally so put together, who clearly values so much what people think of how he carries himself. He's the leader, the stalwart, the stoic immovable unflappable guy everyone can count on. And now he's messy and seemingly unfussed about it. And Izou is the one who gets to see it.
So, with that lovely image for him to burn into his memory, he doesn't even put up an artifice of resistance as McGillis tacitly asks for him to open his legs. Getting closer to this area McGillis's finally gets to discover that a fundoshi is basically a thong which is certainly a choice samurai made.]
Dunno, you look pretty well unraveled ta me.
[Said with a grin as he's plenty flushed himself.]
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Do I now?
[ He barely raises his head to speak before going right back to licking over the mark he just made. ]
I still feel plenty in control though.
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[Yeah that two part attack lands as intended, with Izou interrupting himself to gasp. The way he arches his back in response is frankly a little bit of a put on response, but hopefully one that is effectively alluring. But still, he finds the clarity to add;]
You should... If at any point ya don't, you say something, yeah?
[He remembers The Vaguely But Firmly Alluded to traumas and has no desire to unearth them... Even if he'd claim it's only because he doesn't want to deal with having to comfort McGillis if that were to happen.]
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He hates being shown kindness like this. It makes him feel fragile in a way he's taken great care to eliminate many years ago. This was the danger he'd accepted when he decided to sleep with somebody who knows. ]
... you're not the first man I sleep with since then. I'm fine.
[ There is a notable emphasis on the word fine here. Welp.
But at least he's not letting the awkwardness of this moment stretch out for much longer, because now he's up to the puzzle of... how the fuck does one untie fundoshi anyway. He gets it pretty soon, but the unfamiliarity is probably obvious. ]
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He could just tell McGillis he can just yank it off without untying it. But no, you know what, let the white man struggle a little with it. Since he's so tough.]
Bet I'm the first guy you've slept with that beat ya at golf.
[Trying to tease in order to lighten the mood back up.]
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That's a very specific metric.
[ Like, not untrue at all, but. Hello?? Also don't rub it in. ]
If you're counting like that, you get a lot of firsts. You're also the first man from the past I'm sleeping with. The first ghost. The first who tried to kill me.
[ Okay, he's got the untying now. Fucking primordial underwear. The things he puts up with! But with a) the moment of vulnerability effectively ended and b) the fundoshi battle just about won, McGillis allows himself to add something nicer (?): ]
The first I'm going to take on a second date, if he behaves.
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But then the last first throws him off. Second date??? He's the only one McGillis likes enough for that???? Behave??????????]
... Just tell me what ta do!
[He is ready to behave.]
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'This is what makes you so easy to manipulate and discard...' McGillis thinks to himself, but out loud he says something very different: ]
Just one thing: Don't hold back.
[ Because that's what he really wants. 'Behave' was just meant to rile Izou up - he doesn't particularly care to have him be obedient, when he could be having something so much better.
And also hey, now that underwear is out of the way, he gets to be a massive tease and just run his tongue all over Izou's dick from bottom to a little swirl at the top. ]
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For right this moment, though, Izou is going to act on that command by loudly yelping and swearing at the attention being applied to his dick.]
Fucking hell- Yer really just-
[JUST GOING FOR IT. Izou has to fist his hands in McGillis's hair like it's grounding him to earth, unfortunately not caring much if he yanks a little as he squirms under the touch. He doesn't remember being THIS sensitive, surely it's just because it's been a while and not any weird emotional reasons.]
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So he is absolutely just going to go for it. Spread Izou's legs even wider with his hands digging into the softness of his thighs, and go down on him properly. Turns out McGillis does not have much of a gag reflex anymore.
McGillis doesn't necessarily love the sensation of giving blowjobs, but he likes having somebody else at his mercy and hearing the way their breath catches with every adjusted movement. He's not going to let Izou finish here, but he's got no qualms about making sure he at least gets close. ]
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