[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. ]
[To say Izou wasn't sure what he expected would be a lie. He knew McGillis had this intensity in him, and he'd have been disappointed if it hadn't panned out like this. That said, that doesn't make the sensations less overwhelming. He feels hot all over, and briefly has the delerious thought of whether it's possible to get so turned on you fall ill. Because if so it is definitely happening to him.
The whole while, Izou is anything but passive despite his current recieving status. He continues to curse, gasp, moan through half gritted teeth, his limbs are constantly moving, grasping, clawing, twitching, like the blowjob is filling him with excess energy he immediately has to expend. It's a good thing McGillis isn't planning to finish him off, because Izou doesn't want that either.]
[ God, Izou is responsive. McGillis feels amply rewarded for his efforts, though he's absolutely exerting force to keep at least Izou's legs in place during all of this.
But he has no interest in ending this prematurely, so as soon as Izou starts warning him, he pulls back and sits up. If Izou has his eyes open, he'll do the customary thing and make a show of licking his lips, too.
It's nice to watch Izou's chest rise and fall with exerted breath. McGillis feels himself straining in his shorts almost painfully, but he has no real intention of doing something about that yet.
When he speaks again he's a little hoarse because he did just exert his throat a lot. ]
You know... I think you should get on your knees.
[ McGillis meanwhile is going to go fishing in the bedside table drawers, which he maybe should have done way earlier. ]
[He was told to hold nothing back!! So he didn't!!! He didn't eant to anyway. He likes expressing himself, especially in this sort of situation. Sex is fun and feels good and you feel closer with whoever you do it with. Or at least, when it's good. Which now... Definitely it is.
He needs a moment to catch his breath before sitting up. It's clear from the look in his eyes that he very mucb wants to get on his knees and get something in his mouth. But.]
Yeah? I think you aughta give me a good reason to. Why should I?
[ Unfortunately but also maybe fortunately for Izou, McGillis does have different plans. But he likes that sparkle in Izou's eyes and he likes that he now feels like he is being challenged - which is, as he is refusing to take notice off, is markedly different from how he's felt about everyone else he's ever slept with. He always wanted his partners to be largely passive participants, only present in so far that he could exert his own dominance and get off. ]
Easier access - or did you change your mind on being able to take it?
[ He has produced a bottle of lube and a package of condoms from the drawer now. The current strategy on condoms is 'literally just not bring it up and proceed as usual unless Izou says something' - though right now, that is still a little way off from being relevant. The bottle of lube is very relevant meanwhile. They have some preparation to do and Izou is still more coherent than McGillis dreams of him being. ]
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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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The whole while, Izou is anything but passive despite his current recieving status. He continues to curse, gasp, moan through half gritted teeth, his limbs are constantly moving, grasping, clawing, twitching, like the blowjob is filling him with excess energy he immediately has to expend. It's a good thing McGillis isn't planning to finish him off, because Izou doesn't want that either.]
McGillis, fuck- you gotta stop or else I'm gonna-
[Yanking on his hair just a little.]
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But he has no interest in ending this prematurely, so as soon as Izou starts warning him, he pulls back and sits up. If Izou has his eyes open, he'll do the customary thing and make a show of licking his lips, too.
It's nice to watch Izou's chest rise and fall with exerted breath. McGillis feels himself straining in his shorts almost painfully, but he has no real intention of doing something about that yet.
When he speaks again he's a little hoarse because he did just exert his throat a lot. ]
You know... I think you should get on your knees.
[ McGillis meanwhile is going to go fishing in the bedside table drawers, which he maybe should have done way earlier. ]
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He needs a moment to catch his breath before sitting up. It's clear from the look in his eyes that he very mucb wants to get on his knees and get something in his mouth. But.]
Yeah? I think you aughta give me a good reason to. Why should I?
[A challenge.]
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Easier access - or did you change your mind on being able to take it?
[ He has produced a bottle of lube and a package of condoms from the drawer now. The current strategy on condoms is 'literally just not bring it up and proceed as usual unless Izou says something' - though right now, that is still a little way off from being relevant. The bottle of lube is very relevant meanwhile. They have some preparation to do and Izou is still more coherent than McGillis dreams of him being. ]
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That ain't it! I just-
[He's turning redder, flushed and looking down at McGillis's boxers, licking his lips.]
Ain't it only fair I reciprocate?
[This has nothing to do with fairness. He wants that thing in his mouth.]
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