[ 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.]
[ Excessive verbal praise is another layer of openness that McGillis is going to need to work up to. It's one thing to admit to himself that this is good, that he does want more, and another entirely to actually say so out loud. McGillis doesn't trust easily and it affects all his habits, including in bed. But right now, he's cutting loose as much as he can, as much as he'd allow himself with anybody. Izou has cut to the bone of who he is, literally as much as metaphorically, and he's being rewarded for it.
It startles McGillis when Izou does pull back momentarily, and the look he gives him is a little dazed. ]
... don't tempt me.
[ Briefly he allows himself the fantasy of just finishing like this. Briefly he thinks that he'd like to see Izou's expression after.
But they also have more plans for the night and he's going to need his stamina. And further, he really wants to be the one fully in control by the end of this. This is as unraveled as Izou is going to get, he decides, and he's already surprised with himself that he's let it get this far. ]
Just... a little longer.
[ That said, he's going to maximize the time of pleasure he can get from this. If he's already let himself fall then there's no point not enjoying himself to the fullest.
It's another good few moments before he pushes against Izou's shoulder to get him to back off. ]
[For now, Izou can't say this level of response from someone like McGillis isn't plenty satisfying. Especially since, though he'd never admit it, it's been a while since he's been with someone. Even longer since he's been with someone he actually had real emotional attachment to. But it's best not to think about any of that right now.
He pulls off dutifully, pushing himself back onto his knees as he frees up his hand to wipe spit off his face. He has little if any issue with looking disheveled or messy at this point, but that much feels necessary before he leans forward to brace himself against McGillis's chest.]
Yer gettin' real cute all of a sudden. You gonna keep it together to make me come ta pieces?
[Teasing, not that the cute, almost bashful McGillis he's seeing now isn't appealing... He still wants to see that fierceness hit him full force for the main event.]
[ McGillis needs a second to breathe and catch himself after this - and Izou is barely letting him have that, before he's on him and positively preening over a job well done. If it were somebody else, in a different context, McGillis would threaten to get irritated.
But it's Izou and he knows him too well to take this badly. ('Too well' is a strange thing to think, when they've only known each other for two months. It's no time at all, and yet it's more profound than many acquaintances he's had for years. A strange middle stage that makes no sense no matter what angle you behold it from.)
After another deep breath, McGillis can meet Izou's eyes with purpose again and a smile returns to his lips. ]
... what do you take me for?
[ McGillis reaches down and brushes Izou's hair fully out of his face. The rare sight of both of his eyes fixed on him is too nice to not enjoy. ]
[Ah, there's the McGillis he's used to. Though he's going to take care to remember the quiet, undefended faces he was showing earlier. Those are precious because he made it happen. He did a good job enough for McGillis to forget himself if only for a few moments.
But now it's his turn. He pushes off of McGillis, instead letting himself fall onto his back, back arching invitingly. He even takes care to adjust how his hair falls since McGillis seemed interested in it being away from his face.]
Show me what you've got then. I've already studied your blade so yer gonna have ta do yer best to defeat me with it.
[ If nothing else, this puts McGillis even more in the mood to render Izou completely incoherent. Maybe being extremely cringe is working out in the man's favor here? ]
... I can see you're truly passionate about swords of all kinds, yes.
[ McGillis searches around for the lube that has gotten lost somewhere between the sheets during their diversion, but finds it relatively quickly. He pours some over the fingers of his right hand, and then rubs them together to heat it to an acceptable temperature - in doing so, he's realizing yet again that he is lacking perfect fine control in this arm, which... Well, if it comes to be an issue in preparation, he can at least say that Izou well and truly only has himself to blame.
With that thought come and gone, McGillis shuffles over and positions himself between Izou's legs. The careful focus is back in full force. He runs his index finger over Izou's entrance twice, just mapping the territory, before pushing in. ]
[And Izou isn't even doing it on purpose! As far as he thinks, his sword metaphors are extremely cool. McGillis should consider later what Izou's track record of bad taste says about his own status as the object of Izou's affections(???) or whatever this is exactly that's going to take them at least another week to address properly.
He's plenty familiar with this part of the process. It's never easy, but it's necessary, and it helps that he trusts McGillis to be slow and methodical about it to the point of being infuriating. So he does as he's told, he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and focuses on relaxing his muscles against the intrusion. What he's not familiar with is modern lubricant, which is, I have to assume, better than anything Izou might've experienced in the past. He lets out a contented exhale, squirming slightly to make himself more comfortable.]
Whatever yer usin's makin' it pretty easy ta do that.
[ McGillis is indeed slow and methodical about this. Though it's been a good long while since he's done it, he's still well-familiar with the process and he's especially conscientious about it now that the size difference is a bigger issue than it ever was in the past. ]
Leave it to humanity to work tirelessly to make sex easier.
[ Hopefully condoms will also fall under this category later... McGillis cannot wait until this question stops lingering at the back of his mind, truly. Sleeping with a quasi-succubus...
Since it's going to take a bit until he can insert a second finger, McGillis is going to stretch his upper body enough to give Izou another kiss in the meantime. It's been a long time since he's had fun with kissing, too. ]
[People are always trying to figure out new and exciting ways to fuck. Maybe one day he'll have a chance to learn more about the crazy sex toys he's heard are all the rage in modern times! But right now he really has no need for such things with the tool that's in his imminent future.
He's not particularly resistant to being stretched, it's clear that he's not been all talk and certainly has experience receiving. The kiss serves to distract him further, though it will elicit further biting, though none hard enough to break skin this time.]
[ Further biting is absolutely appreciated and returned in kind. McGillis hadn't necessarily known himself to be into that before, but it feels like Izou and serves to completely set this experience apart from any blurry men from his distant past or from any purple-haired men McGillis may or may not have imagined in the past.
It just feels like they're right here, and don't need to be anywhere else.
So he's content to lose himself in make-outs while he maps out Izou's insides for himself, memorizing just what angles make his legs twitch before putting a second finger inside and capitalizing on that prior knowledge to distract his lover from the discomfort of being stretched out. ]
[Just another point in favor of them being hilariously compatible, at least sexually. Because Izou likes to bite. It leaves a mark, a record that he was here and allowed to do such a thing, but it's also... well, to him, a little bit of pain gets the blood pumping. That's always exciting!
Izou isn't thinking as hard about any of this as McGillis (unsurprisingly), but it's also easy for him to avoid comparison. He's never been with a white guy, certainly not a gigantic one. But even beyond that, no one has given him such intense, singular attention. He's been rewarded with praise, but it was just that, a reward. Something given to him to encourage the desireable behavior. This is different in a way he can't properly articulate.
Already, it seems like the pleasure is starting to override the discomfort, the little noises he's making (because even locked in a kiss he's not shutting up) are shifting close to what could be called moans, his hips twitching minutely chasing after fleeting sensations.]
[ Izou's responsiveness makes it easy to tell which movements are the right ones and McGillis is generous in repeating them, even as that very same responsiveness is making him feel impatient. It's one thing to deprive himself and take it slow when he hasn't really started yet and another to exercise restraint when he's already been so close to climax once. McGillis is, at his core, a selfish man. A part of him is tempted to rush this and get to the main event already - but that desire is nothing mode than that: a simple desire, overridden by a deep commitment carefulness.
So McGillis bides his time, tiding himself over with kisses, occasionally dipping back to Izou's neck and collar again (unmuffling those early moans as a pleasant and calculated side effect) before returning to his mouth.
It's a while until he decides that they can risk it. McGillis breaks the kiss and gives Izou a long look (flushed, messy, marked, entirely his for right now... what a sight to see).
His voice is low and quiet. No need to speak clearly when they're this close. ]
[Izou, meanwhile, is perfectly content with a languid pace, mostly on the grounds that frankly at this point McGillis could do whatever he wanted with him and he'd find it immensely enjoyable. But also partly because he is, secretly, still a little afraid of That Dick. But still!! He likes being kissed, and bitten and spoiled with attention, he likes getting fingered, and McGillis is good enough at responding to feedback that he's already flushed bright red and half lidded when the question is posed.
Really, he's not 100% sure he's ready, but also. How could he ever be completely ready?? More than he's uncertain, he's stubborn, and excited despite his mild reservations. Besides;]
Mm. Since I know yer gonna be real slow about it.
[If he just shoved it in, then Izou is sure he would just not survive.]
[ He knows, huh? It sounds an awful lot like trust, put that way. It's not misplaced, not in this very specific moment, but it still echoes a little oddly around McGillis' mind.
Not for long though, because there's not a lot of thoughts that can stick around more than in passing when he's this pent up. Briefly, McGillis considers doing the insane thing and just ignoring the condom he prepared, because the whole 'transferring magical energy' deal sounds a lot more sexy when you're achingly hard than it does when you're just going about your day... but no. No, he's too sane for this, still. ]
... okay. One second.
[ He pulls back, grabs the condom package and rips it open. Unless interrupted, the whole process of 'putting condom on and coating it in lube' is going to be done very quickly and efficiently at least. ]
[Yeah Izou is already somewhat dazed, but he's not nearly out of it enough to not notice all of that.
He sits up.]
The hell're you doin' now?
[Whether he's confused by the modern condom or annoyed that McGillis would DENY him mana is unclear at this moment. Only that je is not getting away with using protection undetected.]
[ His plan of not having to talk about this is foiled... So might as well go in: DOES IZOU KNOW WHAT A CONDOM IS. HAS HE HAD SEX IN THE MODERN WORLD. (HAS HE HAD RESPONSIBLE SEX IN THE MODERN WORLD?) ]
Did you never have a brush with the modern view on safe sex?
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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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It startles McGillis when Izou does pull back momentarily, and the look he gives him is a little dazed. ]
... don't tempt me.
[ Briefly he allows himself the fantasy of just finishing like this. Briefly he thinks that he'd like to see Izou's expression after.
But they also have more plans for the night and he's going to need his stamina. And further, he really wants to be the one fully in control by the end of this. This is as unraveled as Izou is going to get, he decides, and he's already surprised with himself that he's let it get this far. ]
Just... a little longer.
[ That said, he's going to maximize the time of pleasure he can get from this. If he's already let himself fall then there's no point not enjoying himself to the fullest.
It's another good few moments before he pushes against Izou's shoulder to get him to back off. ]
S-stop.. That's... that's enough.
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He pulls off dutifully, pushing himself back onto his knees as he frees up his hand to wipe spit off his face. He has little if any issue with looking disheveled or messy at this point, but that much feels necessary before he leans forward to brace himself against McGillis's chest.]
Yer gettin' real cute all of a sudden. You gonna keep it together to make me come ta pieces?
[Teasing, not that the cute, almost bashful McGillis he's seeing now isn't appealing... He still wants to see that fierceness hit him full force for the main event.]
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But it's Izou and he knows him too well to take this badly. ('Too well' is a strange thing to think, when they've only known each other for two months. It's no time at all, and yet it's more profound than many acquaintances he's had for years. A strange middle stage that makes no sense no matter what angle you behold it from.)
After another deep breath, McGillis can meet Izou's eyes with purpose again and a smile returns to his lips. ]
... what do you take me for?
[ McGillis reaches down and brushes Izou's hair fully out of his face. The rare sight of both of his eyes fixed on him is too nice to not enjoy. ]
You've just put me in just the right mood for it.
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But now it's his turn. He pushes off of McGillis, instead letting himself fall onto his back, back arching invitingly. He even takes care to adjust how his hair falls since McGillis seemed interested in it being away from his face.]
Show me what you've got then. I've already studied your blade so yer gonna have ta do yer best to defeat me with it.
[Yeah he really needs someone to shut him up.]
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... I can see you're truly passionate about swords of all kinds, yes.
[ McGillis searches around for the lube that has gotten lost somewhere between the sheets during their diversion, but finds it relatively quickly. He pours some over the fingers of his right hand, and then rubs them together to heat it to an acceptable temperature - in doing so, he's realizing yet again that he is lacking perfect fine control in this arm, which... Well, if it comes to be an issue in preparation, he can at least say that Izou well and truly only has himself to blame.
With that thought come and gone, McGillis shuffles over and positions himself between Izou's legs. The careful focus is back in full force. He runs his index finger over Izou's entrance twice, just mapping the territory, before pushing in. ]
Try and relax.
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He's plenty familiar with this part of the process. It's never easy, but it's necessary, and it helps that he trusts McGillis to be slow and methodical about it to the point of being infuriating. So he does as he's told, he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and focuses on relaxing his muscles against the intrusion. What he's not familiar with is modern lubricant, which is, I have to assume, better than anything Izou might've experienced in the past. He lets out a contented exhale, squirming slightly to make himself more comfortable.]
Whatever yer usin's makin' it pretty easy ta do that.
[One of the future's many benefits.]
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Leave it to humanity to work tirelessly to make sex easier.
[ Hopefully condoms will also fall under this category later... McGillis cannot wait until this question stops lingering at the back of his mind, truly. Sleeping with a quasi-succubus...
Since it's going to take a bit until he can insert a second finger, McGillis is going to stretch his upper body enough to give Izou another kiss in the meantime. It's been a long time since he's had fun with kissing, too. ]
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[People are always trying to figure out new and exciting ways to fuck. Maybe one day he'll have a chance to learn more about the crazy sex toys he's heard are all the rage in modern times! But right now he really has no need for such things with the tool that's in his imminent future.
He's not particularly resistant to being stretched, it's clear that he's not been all talk and certainly has experience receiving. The kiss serves to distract him further, though it will elicit further biting, though none hard enough to break skin this time.]
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It just feels like they're right here, and don't need to be anywhere else.
So he's content to lose himself in make-outs while he maps out Izou's insides for himself, memorizing just what angles make his legs twitch before putting a second finger inside and capitalizing on that prior knowledge to distract his lover from the discomfort of being stretched out. ]
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Izou isn't thinking as hard about any of this as McGillis (unsurprisingly), but it's also easy for him to avoid comparison. He's never been with a white guy, certainly not a gigantic one. But even beyond that, no one has given him such intense, singular attention. He's been rewarded with praise, but it was just that, a reward. Something given to him to encourage the desireable behavior. This is different in a way he can't properly articulate.
Already, it seems like the pleasure is starting to override the discomfort, the little noises he's making (because even locked in a kiss he's not shutting up) are shifting close to what could be called moans, his hips twitching minutely chasing after fleeting sensations.]
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So McGillis bides his time, tiding himself over with kisses, occasionally dipping back to Izou's neck and collar again (unmuffling those early moans as a pleasant and calculated side effect) before returning to his mouth.
It's a while until he decides that they can risk it. McGillis breaks the kiss and gives Izou a long look (flushed, messy, marked, entirely his for right now... what a sight to see).
His voice is low and quiet. No need to speak clearly when they're this close. ]
... think you're ready?
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Really, he's not 100% sure he's ready, but also. How could he ever be completely ready?? More than he's uncertain, he's stubborn, and excited despite his mild reservations. Besides;]
Mm. Since I know yer gonna be real slow about it.
[If he just shoved it in, then Izou is sure he would just not survive.]
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Not for long though, because there's not a lot of thoughts that can stick around more than in passing when he's this pent up. Briefly, McGillis considers doing the insane thing and just ignoring the condom he prepared, because the whole 'transferring magical energy' deal sounds a lot more sexy when you're achingly hard than it does when you're just going about your day... but no. No, he's too sane for this, still. ]
... okay. One second.
[ He pulls back, grabs the condom package and rips it open. Unless interrupted, the whole process of 'putting condom on and coating it in lube' is going to be done very quickly and efficiently at least. ]
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He sits up.]
The hell're you doin' now?
[Whether he's confused by the modern condom or annoyed that McGillis would DENY him mana is unclear at this moment. Only that je is not getting away with using protection undetected.]
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Using a condom.
[ His plan of not having to talk about this is foiled... So might as well go in: DOES IZOU KNOW WHAT A CONDOM IS. HAS HE HAD SEX IN THE MODERN WORLD. (HAS HE HAD RESPONSIBLE SEX IN THE MODERN WORLD?) ]
Did you never have a brush with the modern view on safe sex?
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