[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. ]
[ McGillis hesitates. He's never been a big fan of receiving blow jobs - it's relinquishing control in a manner he finds unappealing and the payoff just doesn't seem worth it. But then, that was with men he was planning to forget about in a month's time.
For better or for ill, Izou is different. Many people have looked at McGillis like they want to eat him up, but he's never found it sending a chill down his spine like the hungry look Izou is giving him now. Izou, who's given him horrible scars and then kissed along them like they're the hottest part of McGillis. Izou, who's so insolent and stubborn and who should hate him so much -- It's maybe saying bad things about McGillis' mental state that this line of thought leaves him twitching in his shorts.
So fine, Izou is different. And the idea of watching him go down on him is suddenly not all that bad.
McGillis puts the lube to the side and reaches out to run a hand through Izou's messy hair yet again, then to cup his cheek. ]
Have we ever cared about fair? Tell me you want it, and it's yours.
[In many aspects, comparing Izou to a dog is extremely appropriate. For better or worse, despite his best efforts, at the end of the day, he's motivated to chase praise, admiration, and comfort. He wants his effort and loyalty rewarded. He'll wag his tail for whoever makes him feel wanted and safe. It's the cause of a lot of his problems.
At the same time, though, he's not a lap dog, he's a working dog. He needs tasks. He needs to be challenged. He needs to earn what he wants. He needs to fight. He didn't grow up in comfort and luxury, and he can't fell complacent in it either. There's an edge of wildness. He's not truly a wolf, but he's only barely domesticated, and he's got those sharp yellow eyes to show for it. A threat lingers in the back of them that one wrong move, a betrayal of his freely placed trust, and the beast will turn on its master.
He swallows, gaze flitting to his prize before back up at McGillis. He's embarrassed, a little, on instinct, to want such a thing. But the way McGillis responds to the suggestion, gentle hands and decisive words, he feels like he's been given permission. Freedom from judgement.]
[ No defiance, no ifs and buts, just a straight forward admission... McGillis hums appreciatively. This honesty hits a nice middle ground between the boisterous defiance and the all-too-eager submissiveness. It's just desire, true and real desire.
McGillis leans forward and kisses Izou on the mouth, brief and almost sweet.
And without further words, he's going to pull down his own shorts and discard them at the edge of the bed. It's comfortable to finally, finally be free of constraints. ]
[The kiss settles him a little, which is good because then... Here comes the target. It's as big as Izou feared, but at least, right now, he doesn't have to worry about potential future repercussions, and just... get familiar with it.
He's crouching down, still on his knees, gaze bordering on analytical as he doesn't immediately move to touch. Like he's doing some sort of dick math. But the next moment, his hands are on the move, sliding, teasing, looking for weak points that will draw sounds out of McGillis. Where is most sensitive? Where responds best to a firmer touch and where a light graze?
But this is all just recon. He's getting the tip in his mouth almost immediately as well. He sucking, licking, even biting (gently) to see what he can get away with and what gets feedback. His eyes keep flitting back and forth between McGillis's dick and his face as the tinge on his face spreads further. Hazy, but expectant.]
Whatever McGillis expected here, it was definitely not this careful exploration. Surely, he thought, Izou would be just as direct as he was if not more so - he's always full force ahead, after all! And this-- ]
Nh- Now you get methodical?
[ McGillis, who's been extremely confident in bed so far, almost feels flustered when he is lavished with such meticulous attention. It probably shows, the way it occassionally seems like he's struggling to hold Izou's gaze even when Izou is the one in the actually compromising position here.
And he really is quiet, but quiet does not mean unresponsive. It's certainly possible to work out his preferences - listen to the way his breath hitches at certain movement, to what makes him gasp or what makes him lick his lips. The underside is weaker to tongue, the base is receptive to a firm grip, soft and teasing earns a gentle frustration that one might enjoy drawing out more of, but biting begets a firm warning pull at Izou's hair.
And all the while, Izou really looks like he's enjoying this... McGillis is vulnerable in a way he rarely is, and in his head he's vowing to repay this tenfold by fucking Izou out of his mind later. A bit of revenge is surely earned, right? ]
[It's clear in how his behavior shifts that Izou is taking careful note of McGillis's responses, settling into a firm grip at the base, mouth and tongue focusing on the ridge on the underside, though at the flustered question, he pulls off with a lewd pop.]
I'm always methodical when I'm handlin' a new sword. You've just only really ever seen me with Hizen.
[Izou's smirking, this both is and isn't a joke. It's just that he picks up the best way to wield a metal blade faster since he's naturally adept at it.]
A swords only as good as the one wieldin' it, but you still gotta get familiar with how it handles first.
[Listen if you can arrive at what part of Dig Dug represents a sword, maybe you can make Izou better at it too!! As it stands we're working with the more standard phallic imagery.
The fact that the terrible bawdy metaphor doesn't completely turn McGillis off and instead just makes him want to witness Izou in other situations definitely says something, though I'm not sure what.]
Dunno if yer in any place ta be complainin' with the faces yer making. Ain't I doin' a good job?
[He drags a firm hand up and down Mcgillis's cock to punctuate this statement. Tell him he's doing good.]
[ How dare Izou say the most ridiculously cringe thing in the world and then immediately after start fishing for praise?! Here he goes expanding on his comfort zone by letting Izou blow him, and this is how he's repaid?!
McGillis inhales sharply at the attention, but remains otherwise composed. Or as 'composed' as he can be, with how disheveled and flushed he looks and with his cock hard and heavy in Izou's grip. ]
You're... certainly quick on the uptake. But how can I judge how you're truly doing when you're too busy teasing to act?
[McGillis this is kind of on you for inviting a man who is habitually petulant and demanding to bed with you. I don't know what you expected.
That said, fair enough. He flashes one last smirk before dutifully plunging back down because if that's what he needs to do to be praised, well he wanted to do it anyway. Now that he's familiarized himself with his new "sword," he's sinking progressively deeper, though he's not aiming to get it all in his mouth, instead opting to split the difference with his hands instead. When he does get it to the back of his throat, he jolts, but then lets out this sort of pleased shudder and moan, as if it relaxes him, because it does. There's something that's satisfying to Izou on an instinctive level about this feeling of being filled, and it works for either end.
He lifts almost all the way off before sinking right back down to chase that sensation, glancing up at McGillis once more. Is it good? Is he good?]
[ ... Izou wasn't kidding about wanting this. There's something hypnotic about watching him go when he seems so into it. McGillis, though certainly skilled and intense, feels that he had been far more clinical about sucking Izou off - he'd been focused on his partner's reactions and treated the rest of it like a mechanical task that he'd been given to complete. This is completely different. And it's extremely hot.
McGillis starts off watching Izou, but when the moans start coming in his eyes flutter closed instead in surrender. He can hear that Izou wants this. He can feel it all around himself. And that enables him to let go, just a little bit.
He's not loud, even now, but his breathing is erratic and there's an actual vocalized hum mixed in here and there. Izou's not going to get any verbal confirmation that he's doing good, but what he does get is McGillis running his hands through his hair, fingers twitching occasionally. What he does get is the sight of softly parted lips and fluttering lashes, a near-serene picture of enjoyment. ]
[Normally, Izou thrives on the verbal praise. it's very concrete, easy to understand and act on. And maybe, another time, he might insist upon it from McGillis. Wait, why is he just assuming other times will happen?? Don't get carried away, Izou!! Anyway... he considers it, but...
Well, McGillis is always so buttoned up, so stiff, so focused on staying in control and presenting a certain way. He hadn't thought about it that hard when he'd told McGillis to loosen up, but in this moment, he thinks this was really what he'd meant. To just forget about being McGillis Fareed and all that entails, and instead simply be a man enjoying himself and his partner, in this moment.
Not that Izou could articulate any of this. He just gets this immensely satisfied feeling looking at the way McGillis is breaking down so gently, and he thinks it's fitting that there's something almost artistic in how subtle it is. McGillis is the piercing glare to Izou's battle cry. Just as deadly, but far quieter. He'd be enjoying himself down here regardless, but his discerning eye he usually uses to steal technique from others he's using now to drink in every last reaction from McGillis. The small, romantic voice in the back of his head says that even if he does get thrown aside again, it'll be worth it for a sight like this.
Still, as much as he'd hate to interrupt, he pulls off but not away to ask;]
Tell me if yer close... Or don't. I don't mind either way.
[Letting a hand drift to splay across the soft skin of McGillis's inner thigh, gently tessing. He wonders if it'd be another first for McGillis if he swallowed.]
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[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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For better or for ill, Izou is different. Many people have looked at McGillis like they want to eat him up, but he's never found it sending a chill down his spine like the hungry look Izou is giving him now. Izou, who's given him horrible scars and then kissed along them like they're the hottest part of McGillis. Izou, who's so insolent and stubborn and who should hate him so much -- It's maybe saying bad things about McGillis' mental state that this line of thought leaves him twitching in his shorts.
So fine, Izou is different. And the idea of watching him go down on him is suddenly not all that bad.
McGillis puts the lube to the side and reaches out to run a hand through Izou's messy hair yet again, then to cup his cheek. ]
Have we ever cared about fair? Tell me you want it, and it's yours.
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At the same time, though, he's not a lap dog, he's a working dog. He needs tasks. He needs to be challenged. He needs to earn what he wants. He needs to fight. He didn't grow up in comfort and luxury, and he can't fell complacent in it either. There's an edge of wildness. He's not truly a wolf, but he's only barely domesticated, and he's got those sharp yellow eyes to show for it. A threat lingers in the back of them that one wrong move, a betrayal of his freely placed trust, and the beast will turn on its master.
He swallows, gaze flitting to his prize before back up at McGillis. He's embarrassed, a little, on instinct, to want such a thing. But the way McGillis responds to the suggestion, gentle hands and decisive words, he feels like he's been given permission. Freedom from judgement.]
I want it.
[He won't cloak it in any further excuses.]
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McGillis leans forward and kisses Izou on the mouth, brief and almost sweet.
And without further words, he's going to pull down his own shorts and discard them at the edge of the bed. It's comfortable to finally, finally be free of constraints. ]
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He's crouching down, still on his knees, gaze bordering on analytical as he doesn't immediately move to touch. Like he's doing some sort of dick math. But the next moment, his hands are on the move, sliding, teasing, looking for weak points that will draw sounds out of McGillis. Where is most sensitive? Where responds best to a firmer touch and where a light graze?
But this is all just recon. He's getting the tip in his mouth almost immediately as well. He sucking, licking, even biting (gently) to see what he can get away with and what gets feedback. His eyes keep flitting back and forth between McGillis's dick and his face as the tinge on his face spreads further. Hazy, but expectant.]
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Whatever McGillis expected here, it was definitely not this careful exploration. Surely, he thought, Izou would be just as direct as he was if not more so - he's always full force ahead, after all! And this-- ]
Nh- Now you get methodical?
[ McGillis, who's been extremely confident in bed so far, almost feels flustered when he is lavished with such meticulous attention. It probably shows, the way it occassionally seems like he's struggling to hold Izou's gaze even when Izou is the one in the actually compromising position here.
And he really is quiet, but quiet does not mean unresponsive. It's certainly possible to work out his preferences - listen to the way his breath hitches at certain movement, to what makes him gasp or what makes him lick his lips. The underside is weaker to tongue, the base is receptive to a firm grip, soft and teasing earns a gentle frustration that one might enjoy drawing out more of, but biting begets a firm warning pull at Izou's hair.
And all the while, Izou really looks like he's enjoying this... McGillis is vulnerable in a way he rarely is, and in his head he's vowing to repay this tenfold by fucking Izou out of his mind later. A bit of revenge is surely earned, right? ]
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I'm always methodical when I'm handlin' a new sword. You've just only really ever seen me with Hizen.
[Izou's smirking, this both is and isn't a joke. It's just that he picks up the best way to wield a metal blade faster since he's naturally adept at it.]
A swords only as good as the one wieldin' it, but you still gotta get familiar with how it handles first.
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You're--
[ Actually, this does make McGillis want to see Izou test out a new actual blade. That sounds interesting to behold--
And it's also very besides the current point. ]
... you're an impossible man.
[ He'd be madder if this didn't also mean that he was getting really good oral! This is a horrible trap. ]
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The fact that the terrible bawdy metaphor doesn't completely turn McGillis off and instead just makes him want to witness Izou in other situations definitely says something, though I'm not sure what.]
Dunno if yer in any place ta be complainin' with the faces yer making. Ain't I doin' a good job?
[He drags a firm hand up and down Mcgillis's cock to punctuate this statement. Tell him he's doing good.]
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McGillis inhales sharply at the attention, but remains otherwise composed. Or as 'composed' as he can be, with how disheveled and flushed he looks and with his cock hard and heavy in Izou's grip. ]
You're... certainly quick on the uptake. But how can I judge how you're truly doing when you're too busy teasing to act?
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That said, fair enough. He flashes one last smirk before dutifully plunging back down because if that's what he needs to do to be praised, well he wanted to do it anyway. Now that he's familiarized himself with his new "sword," he's sinking progressively deeper, though he's not aiming to get it all in his mouth, instead opting to split the difference with his hands instead. When he does get it to the back of his throat, he jolts, but then lets out this sort of pleased shudder and moan, as if it relaxes him, because it does. There's something that's satisfying to Izou on an instinctive level about this feeling of being filled, and it works for either end.
He lifts almost all the way off before sinking right back down to chase that sensation, glancing up at McGillis once more. Is it good? Is he good?]
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McGillis starts off watching Izou, but when the moans start coming in his eyes flutter closed instead in surrender. He can hear that Izou wants this. He can feel it all around himself. And that enables him to let go, just a little bit.
He's not loud, even now, but his breathing is erratic and there's an actual vocalized hum mixed in here and there. Izou's not going to get any verbal confirmation that he's doing good, but what he does get is McGillis running his hands through his hair, fingers twitching occasionally. What he does get is the sight of softly parted lips and fluttering lashes, a near-serene picture of enjoyment. ]
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Well, McGillis is always so buttoned up, so stiff, so focused on staying in control and presenting a certain way. He hadn't thought about it that hard when he'd told McGillis to loosen up, but in this moment, he thinks this was really what he'd meant. To just forget about being McGillis Fareed and all that entails, and instead simply be a man enjoying himself and his partner, in this moment.
Not that Izou could articulate any of this. He just gets this immensely satisfied feeling looking at the way McGillis is breaking down so gently, and he thinks it's fitting that there's something almost artistic in how subtle it is. McGillis is the piercing glare to Izou's battle cry. Just as deadly, but far quieter. He'd be enjoying himself down here regardless, but his discerning eye he usually uses to steal technique from others he's using now to drink in every last reaction from McGillis. The small, romantic voice in the back of his head says that even if he does get thrown aside again, it'll be worth it for a sight like this.
Still, as much as he'd hate to interrupt, he pulls off but not away to ask;]
Tell me if yer close... Or don't. I don't mind either way.
[Letting a hand drift to splay across the soft skin of McGillis's inner thigh, gently tessing. He wonders if it'd be another first for McGillis if he swallowed.]
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