[ 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. ]
[The pause helps Izou acclimate to the length he'd already taken, but it's the continued attention through the rough kiss, and new distraction directed at his chest, that make it so Izou barely even realizes McGillis started moving again.
He's moaning and gasping into McGillis's mouth, brain unable to fully focus on any singular point of contact but reacting instinctively all the same.
Izou's eyes feel brighter than usual, but that might just be the way they're framed more distinctly by heavy lids as he blinks almost deleriously at McGillis's question.]
Is it... You got all of it in?
[This is now indisputably more than he's ever taken, and now that he's been asked about it, he's able to focus his attention on it fully. There's so much, but it's not uncomfortable. It really all fit??? He did it??? Izou moves his hips gently, testing, which draws out a smothered gasp as he bites his lip. He's already turning a darker shade of red simply imagining what it's going to feel like when McGillis starts moving.]
[ Well, that's an encouraging response. Izou looks a little like he's about to combust of fever, but he doesn't seem to be in any serious pain, so... ]
... yeah. I'd like to.
[ Fuck Izou, that is. McGillis' voice is a little strained because there's a lot of hot pressure on his dick and he's not feeling exactly calm and focused thanks to it. His expression doesn't betray just how affected he is, but the flush spreading all over his cheeks and the way his messy hair clings to his sweaty forehead is still plenty of indication. ]
May I?
[ He'll still be a gentleman about this, though. ]
[The juxtaposition of McGillis using his cursing for a crudely sexual turn of phrase and then politely asking if he can is so unexpected it makes Izou laugh out loud. What a guy!! He's clearly barely holding back and he's still using his manners. It's cute. Izou can't believe it.]
Haah... I think you'd better.
[He reaches up to smooth thair hair back, before settling his hands at McGillis's waist like he's getting ready to ride a roller coaster.]
[ It's the last situation in which McGillis expected to make Izou laugh and he's briefly taken aback by the impact of his little quip. Close as they are, the laughter vibrates through his whole body and it's... Well, it's nice. It's a levity McGillis isn't used to in bed. He smiles. ]
Mhm, yes, you seem ready.
[ Consent now reassured very explicitly, McGillis draws his hips back and then rolls them forward. It's still very slow and deliberate - he's feeling out the movements. Once, twice... From experimental back-and-forth, speeding up gradually to a proper rhythm of thrusts. McGillis might have thought Izou looked feverish earlier, but he's really feeling no different. Burning up from the inside out, a bundle of sensation with coherent thought reduced to muted background noise. ]
[It's a motion that's plenty familiar to Izou, though this time there's a level of intensity to it that Izou is actively choosing to attribute to the sheer size of the "sword" involved and not any other factors like how attracted he is to McGillis on more than a physical level. Because he doesn't have the mental capacity to think about that now even if he wanted to.
No, right now his brain is pretty much entirely focused on processing physical sensation. The slowness at first is almost agonizing, even if he knows he'd end up with an extremely embarrassing injury if McGillis hadn't started slow. But as the speed increases, he's making louder and louder noises. He shifts his hips so he can hook his legs around McGillis's back, chasing the satisfying feeling of bottoming out, the urge to pull McGillis closer, arching his back to tilt his hips at just the right angle and-]
That- There! Fuck- Your dick's so fucking good-
[He's still... Moderately coherent. But it's definitely trending in a direction.]
[ It doesn't really matter that McGillis barely makes a sound when Izou is noisy for both of them. With another man and at another time, McGillis might have put a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise. He might have found the enthusiasm to be distracting and vulgar, a detractor to the simple mechanical act of getting one another off. The thought doesn't cross his mind now. It's fine if Izou wants to shout, or if he digs his heels into McGillis' back at a weird angle. It's fine if he's needy, because right now McGillis wants to be needed. He can feel the scars; on his arm, on his chest. They feel like they're burning.
'There' Izou says, and McGillis drives into him harder for it. Concerns have vanished from his mind, now all he wants is to reach as deeply as he can and make Izou lose his mind. The movements themselves are instinctive - he's chasing heat and friction, sensation building somewhere at his core like electric static. It's what goes beyond the mere snapping of hops that remains deliberate, even now through the haze in his mind.
He deliberates on it for several seconds, before deciding even on something as simple as: ]
Izou...
[ Saying the name of your lover out loud, between a whisper and a hum - a reward and proof that you're thinking of them. McGillis hasn't done it before, but now he wants to know how it feels. Experimental. Izou is an experiment, yes. An experiment that has him in a deadlock and is-- The train of thought (or was it just emotion?) vanishes with another thrust of his hips. ]
[If he were of a clearer mind, Izou himself would be embarassed of his pornstar-tier dialogue. But well. His mind is far from clear now, even moreso when McGillis responds appropriately from further targeting that sweet spot. His hands start drifting upward- No, that's too soft a word. His hands scrabble up McGillis's back, nails digging in like he's holding on for dear life. First just leaving crescent shaped indents, but then deeper, scraping across skin leaving longer lasting marks.
And there's an insistent tug along with them, for McGillis to again come down to his level, because as his mind is driven further and further back into a mindless, animalistic state, the urge to Bite, to Mark, to Consume is making itself more and more known.
McGillis rasping out his name only makes this more pressing. Even though people haven't been using honorifics for him here, somehow, the way it's said now feels more like when the few people at home address him without one. Intimate, special, precious. Mine.]
McGillis!
[He's not waiting, he's lunging upwards, aiming to bite into the meat of McGillis's shoulder.]
[ It hurts - McGillis has been hurt during sex before, but always in ways that felt deliberate, that were meant to demonstrate superiority over him and keep him under control. It had never been animalistic like this, never been such a forward expression of pleasure. This is the beast unleashed, the very thing he'd wanted from Izou all along just in a different form. It hurts, and he should be annoyed, but Izou's teeth breaking his skin suddenly feels a lot like a vampire kiss that makes pleasure surge and surge.
He feels spurred on to go harder and faster, and he knows there's no way they're going to last long like this. With half a second of awareness, McGillis thinks to move the hand that had been groping at Izou's chest before lower and wrap it tightly around Izou's cock - if he's going to climax soon, he doesn't want to be the first to go over the edge. Matching the rhythm of his own thrusts is a challenge when he feels so shaky, but he's managing somehow. ]
You-- you're so--
[ He's not going anywhere with that, doesn't know whether it's insult or compliment to begin with, because fuck, he's bleeding and it stings, and he's still more turned on than he thought himself capable of. ]
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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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He's moaning and gasping into McGillis's mouth, brain unable to fully focus on any singular point of contact but reacting instinctively all the same.
Izou's eyes feel brighter than usual, but that might just be the way they're framed more distinctly by heavy lids as he blinks almost deleriously at McGillis's question.]
Is it... You got all of it in?
[This is now indisputably more than he's ever taken, and now that he's been asked about it, he's able to focus his attention on it fully. There's so much, but it's not uncomfortable. It really all fit??? He did it??? Izou moves his hips gently, testing, which draws out a smothered gasp as he bites his lip. He's already turning a darker shade of red simply imagining what it's going to feel like when McGillis starts moving.]
Fuck...
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... yeah. I'd like to.
[ Fuck Izou, that is. McGillis' voice is a little strained because there's a lot of hot pressure on his dick and he's not feeling exactly calm and focused thanks to it. His expression doesn't betray just how affected he is, but the flush spreading all over his cheeks and the way his messy hair clings to his sweaty forehead is still plenty of indication. ]
May I?
[ He'll still be a gentleman about this, though. ]
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Haah... I think you'd better.
[He reaches up to smooth thair hair back, before settling his hands at McGillis's waist like he's getting ready to ride a roller coaster.]
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Mhm, yes, you seem ready.
[ Consent now reassured very explicitly, McGillis draws his hips back and then rolls them forward. It's still very slow and deliberate - he's feeling out the movements. Once, twice... From experimental back-and-forth, speeding up gradually to a proper rhythm of thrusts. McGillis might have thought Izou looked feverish earlier, but he's really feeling no different. Burning up from the inside out, a bundle of sensation with coherent thought reduced to muted background noise. ]
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No, right now his brain is pretty much entirely focused on processing physical sensation. The slowness at first is almost agonizing, even if he knows he'd end up with an extremely embarrassing injury if McGillis hadn't started slow. But as the speed increases, he's making louder and louder noises. He shifts his hips so he can hook his legs around McGillis's back, chasing the satisfying feeling of bottoming out, the urge to pull McGillis closer, arching his back to tilt his hips at just the right angle and-]
That- There! Fuck- Your dick's so fucking good-
[He's still... Moderately coherent. But it's definitely trending in a direction.]
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'There' Izou says, and McGillis drives into him harder for it. Concerns have vanished from his mind, now all he wants is to reach as deeply as he can and make Izou lose his mind. The movements themselves are instinctive - he's chasing heat and friction, sensation building somewhere at his core like electric static. It's what goes beyond the mere snapping of hops that remains deliberate, even now through the haze in his mind.
He deliberates on it for several seconds, before deciding even on something as simple as: ]
Izou...
[ Saying the name of your lover out loud, between a whisper and a hum - a reward and proof that you're thinking of them. McGillis hasn't done it before, but now he wants to know how it feels. Experimental. Izou is an experiment, yes. An experiment that has him in a deadlock and is-- The train of thought (or was it just emotion?) vanishes with another thrust of his hips. ]
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And there's an insistent tug along with them, for McGillis to again come down to his level, because as his mind is driven further and further back into a mindless, animalistic state, the urge to Bite, to Mark, to Consume is making itself more and more known.
McGillis rasping out his name only makes this more pressing. Even though people haven't been using honorifics for him here, somehow, the way it's said now feels more like when the few people at home address him without one. Intimate, special, precious. Mine.]
McGillis!
[He's not waiting, he's lunging upwards, aiming to bite into the meat of McGillis's shoulder.]
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[ It hurts - McGillis has been hurt during sex before, but always in ways that felt deliberate, that were meant to demonstrate superiority over him and keep him under control. It had never been animalistic like this, never been such a forward expression of pleasure. This is the beast unleashed, the very thing he'd wanted from Izou all along just in a different form. It hurts, and he should be annoyed, but Izou's teeth breaking his skin suddenly feels a lot like a vampire kiss that makes pleasure surge and surge.
He feels spurred on to go harder and faster, and he knows there's no way they're going to last long like this. With half a second of awareness, McGillis thinks to move the hand that had been groping at Izou's chest before lower and wrap it tightly around Izou's cock - if he's going to climax soon, he doesn't want to be the first to go over the edge. Matching the rhythm of his own thrusts is a challenge when he feels so shaky, but he's managing somehow. ]
You-- you're so--
[ He's not going anywhere with that, doesn't know whether it's insult or compliment to begin with, because fuck, he's bleeding and it stings, and he's still more turned on than he thought himself capable of. ]
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