[ 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?
[ ........................ there is a battle of epic proportion in McGillis' mind. Caution is battling trust is battling sheer adherence to protocol is battling a rare case of unmitigated hornybrain.
McGillis knows he is not carrying any sexually transmittable diseases because he made damn sure to get tested for that, so that end is not a problem, but... ]
You can say with absolute certainty that heroic spirits can neither carry nor transmit illnesses?
[ THIS SEEMS LIKE MORE THEORETICAL KNOWLEDGE THAN IZOU WOULD HAVE, AS A PERSON. ]
[McGillis. You know in your heart of hearts that he cannot say that with absolute certainty. You're only asking because your true desires want the answer to be hes he's sure.]
I mean... I'm not like an expert on how all this works as far as all the magic goes? But there's like.... Gotta be at least fourty or fifty of us summoned in Chaldea and I ain't ever heard of anyone gettin' sick besides when someone accidentally gets poisoned.
[ This is, perhaps, the dumbest most frustrating situation he's ever been in. This is saying something after the many dumb frustrating situations Sunset City has already put him in. ]
... that's not the same as 'yes'.
[ You can tell by his furrowed brows that the internal war is continuing. ]
[ The honesty is appreciated, at least. McGillis exhales slowly. ]
... not on the first time.
[ That's what he settles on. No matter how hot it sounds or how unlikely the risk of disease is, he can't compromise on basic rules for a man he's literally just hooking up with today. There's a layer of self-respect that would crumble to dust here.
So yeah, he's going to put on the damn condom before coming back over to lean over Izou. After a short, awkward break of silence, he leans in close and decides to at least confess: ]
That isn't to say I wouldn't want to fill you up with magic, though.
[ Izou, maybe you should go get tested for STIs at Sunset Hospital-- ]
[Obviously it's clear what Izou's preference is. However it isn't like he really needs the extra mana, so he was perfectly willing to compromise if it meant ending the unsexy discussion.
He's not surprised that McGillis errs on the side of caution. But it's obvious from the expression he makes at the confession that the idea of McGillis, specifically, filling him up with power....]
[ That's whispered into Izou's ear for good measure. It's good to see that enthusiasm back, and McGillis is certainly not unwilling to reconsider the matter at a later point... if such a later point ever arrives for them. (It's easy enough to imagine a second time and beyond while they're in the middle of it, completely enveloped in desire for one another - but such a feeling won't necessarily last beyond the moment, will it?)
With the mood successfully recreated, there is no more reason to keep wasting time. McGillis carefully lines himself up at Izou's entrance and-- well, if it turns out Izou totally overestimated himself this is going to be incredibly awkward yet again. But there is only one way to find out. With a sharp exhale, McGillis pushes forward just enough to fit his tip in. ]
[Izou isn't much of a forward thinker, which is probably the cause of a large portion of his problems. He agreed to sleep with McGillis because McGillis is sexy and despite himself, he's come to enjoy the other's company. Since it's fun, a second date, even sleeping together again, he could do that! As long as he can keep avoiding putting names or deeper feelings to it, why not!!!
Regardless, despite his boasting in other areas, he wasn't striving to overstate what he can handle because he doesn't want to end up sore or worse as a result??? So while his breath hitches at the pressure, he takes a deep breath to try, again, to relax and adjust. He can do this! He is very strong and cool and ready to get plowed until he can't form a coherent sentence!!!]
Hah... Told ya I could handle it.
[He says, half breathless, but clearly still comfortable enough that he can get cocky.]
[ And good that he really can, because even though McGillis is most often the picture of restraint, he doesn't really want to hold back much longer.
Which is why Izou's reassurance has him immediately pushing deeper, slow but steady. He's keeping his eyes on Izou the whole while, watching both for reactions (pleasant) and reactions (signs to abort mission).
His own expression has gone from a seductive smile to a serious look of intense focus - on doing right, on holding back, on breathing steadily... ]
[Izou closes his eyes for a moment to focus on the pleasant sensation of growing fullness as McGillis pushes further in, fixating on that and not the discomfort of the stretch. But only for a moment because he can't see that face with his eyes closed. That intensity, and the fact that McGillis is so incredibly focused because he's working to make sure Izou is comfortable. To be given this much consideration. Even Izou knows his standards for that are low, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make his chest feel warmer all the same.
After a few moments of relative stillness, he feels his breath catch in his throat, and he reaches up to put a hand in McGillis's hair.]
Gimme... Just a second. Lemme get used to it.
[He can't tell how far McGillis is in even. It feels like more than he's ever taken already but that may just be his imagination. That said. He's determined and is pretty sure if he has a moment to adjust, he can handle it. As long as it's most of the way in??? He's honestly afraid to ask. Instead he's gently tugging at McGillis to cone for another kiss to keep him occupied in the meantime.]
[ McGillis is already leaning back down connect their mouths before Izou can even tug for more than a split second. At this point, booking a hotel to avoid the walk of shame might have been a pointless endeavor, when their lips are going to be bitten and bruised all over... but that's a problem for the future.
In the now, McGillis shifts a little so he can hold himself up via bracing himself with his left arm, while his right comes to rest a bit more comfortably on Izou's chest. He may not have been super appreciative of seeing Izou shirtless a few days prior, but that doesn't mean he has no interest in feeling what the man has to offer. Also this gives him good access to twist a nipple between his fingers while he gives Izou his moment of adjustment. No rest for the wicked!
For a little while, McGillis is content like this, kissing and teasing. But before too long, he urges forward again even as Izou feels so impossibly tight around him that he a) thinks he's seeing stars but b) wonders if this is really going to be fine.
Yet despite both of their concerns, they press onward and with this last bit of pushing McGillis finds himself essentially bottoming out. Maybe if they tried hard and shifted enough he could get just a tiny bit deeper, but this is more than enough. Possibly more than is reasonable. He halts again, and breaks their kiss just far enough to speak. ]
H-how... how's this?
[ From this close, Izou's eyes seem like they're glowing. ]
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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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Safe from what?? I ain't getting pregnant even if I was alive!
[But McGillis is NOT spared from Izou's concept of condoms being specifically for preventing pregnancy.]
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Diseases.
[ And then added very quickly: ] Which is not suggesting anything about you specifically, it's just standard in my times for any encounter.
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My body's made of condensed magical energy, McGillis, I don't think there's any diseases I could even give to ya?
[He's never even thought about this! He's never FELT sick as a servant, certainly. At least besides hangovers.]
Besides....
[He doesn't want to finish the sentence because the first time it came up McGillis called him a SUCCUBUS but. Also.]
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McGillis knows he is not carrying any sexually transmittable diseases because he made damn sure to get tested for that, so that end is not a problem, but... ]
You can say with absolute certainty that heroic spirits can neither carry nor transmit illnesses?
[ THIS SEEMS LIKE MORE THEORETICAL KNOWLEDGE THAN IZOU WOULD HAVE, AS A PERSON. ]
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I mean... I'm not like an expert on how all this works as far as all the magic goes? But there's like.... Gotta be at least fourty or fifty of us summoned in Chaldea and I ain't ever heard of anyone gettin' sick besides when someone accidentally gets poisoned.
[Which happens more than it should but y'know.]
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... that's not the same as 'yes'.
[ You can tell by his furrowed brows that the internal war is continuing. ]
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Well that's the most conclusive answer I can give ya without lying!
[Which he will not do.]
Just do whatever you want. I ain't gonna stop ya.
[The decision is in your hands, BedGillis.]
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... not on the first time.
[ That's what he settles on. No matter how hot it sounds or how unlikely the risk of disease is, he can't compromise on basic rules for a man he's literally just hooking up with today. There's a layer of self-respect that would crumble to dust here.
So yeah, he's going to put on the damn condom before coming back over to lean over Izou. After a short, awkward break of silence, he leans in close and decides to at least confess: ]
That isn't to say I wouldn't want to fill you up with magic, though.
[ Izou, maybe you should go get tested for STIs at Sunset Hospital-- ]
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He's not surprised that McGillis errs on the side of caution. But it's obvious from the expression he makes at the confession that the idea of McGillis, specifically, filling him up with power....]
Y-you can! Whenever you want!
[He has been fully re-seduced.]
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[ That's whispered into Izou's ear for good measure. It's good to see that enthusiasm back, and McGillis is certainly not unwilling to reconsider the matter at a later point... if such a later point ever arrives for them. (It's easy enough to imagine a second time and beyond while they're in the middle of it, completely enveloped in desire for one another - but such a feeling won't necessarily last beyond the moment, will it?)
With the mood successfully recreated, there is no more reason to keep wasting time. McGillis carefully lines himself up at Izou's entrance and-- well, if it turns out Izou totally overestimated himself this is going to be incredibly awkward yet again. But there is only one way to find out. With a sharp exhale, McGillis pushes forward just enough to fit his tip in. ]
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Regardless, despite his boasting in other areas, he wasn't striving to overstate what he can handle because he doesn't want to end up sore or worse as a result??? So while his breath hitches at the pressure, he takes a deep breath to try, again, to relax and adjust. He can do this! He is very strong and cool and ready to get plowed until he can't form a coherent sentence!!!]
Hah... Told ya I could handle it.
[He says, half breathless, but clearly still comfortable enough that he can get cocky.]
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[ And good that he really can, because even though McGillis is most often the picture of restraint, he doesn't really want to hold back much longer.
Which is why Izou's reassurance has him immediately pushing deeper, slow but steady. He's keeping his eyes on Izou the whole while, watching both for reactions (pleasant) and reactions (signs to abort mission).
His own expression has gone from a seductive smile to a serious look of intense focus - on doing right, on holding back, on breathing steadily... ]
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After a few moments of relative stillness, he feels his breath catch in his throat, and he reaches up to put a hand in McGillis's hair.]
Gimme... Just a second. Lemme get used to it.
[He can't tell how far McGillis is in even. It feels like more than he's ever taken already but that may just be his imagination. That said. He's determined and is pretty sure if he has a moment to adjust, he can handle it. As long as it's most of the way in??? He's honestly afraid to ask. Instead he's gently tugging at McGillis to cone for another kiss to keep him occupied in the meantime.]
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In the now, McGillis shifts a little so he can hold himself up via bracing himself with his left arm, while his right comes to rest a bit more comfortably on Izou's chest. He may not have been super appreciative of seeing Izou shirtless a few days prior, but that doesn't mean he has no interest in feeling what the man has to offer. Also this gives him good access to twist a nipple between his fingers while he gives Izou his moment of adjustment. No rest for the wicked!
For a little while, McGillis is content like this, kissing and teasing. But before too long, he urges forward again even as Izou feels so impossibly tight around him that he a) thinks he's seeing stars but b) wonders if this is really going to be fine.
Yet despite both of their concerns, they press onward and with this last bit of pushing McGillis finds himself essentially bottoming out. Maybe if they tried hard and shifted enough he could get just a tiny bit deeper, but this is more than enough. Possibly more than is reasonable. He halts again, and breaks their kiss just far enough to speak. ]
H-how... how's this?
[ From this close, Izou's eyes seem like they're glowing. ]
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