[ 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. ]
[Izou has no idea what he so is, but he frankly doesn't care, because the way McGillis curses out his name is confirmation enough that he is a very appealing feral animal right now. Even moreso when he's (in his mind) rewarded with more pleasant sensations now at his front.
It also causes him to dislodge from his bite with a gasp and moan. His hands are still digging in deep, and there's almost a sob on the edge of his moans, because it is all so so much. But so good.]
McGillis- I'm gonna- I'm almost-
[It almost feels like he's asking for permission. He wants to come, but he needs to be allowed.]
[ God, it's hard to talk when he's so taut with his own approaching climax, but he has to fight through that. He gave Izou one order, one single thing to obey like the loyal dog that he is: ]
Don't... hold back-!!
[ And Izou hasn't, not with kisses nor with bites, not with the way he's drawing McGillis into him so wantonly - so why falter right here, at the finish line, when McGillis wants nothing more than for him to be selfish and surrender to his own pleasure completely? ]
[Ah, that's right, he did, he did, if Izou were more aggressively self effacing he'd bring up that he's not smart and thus needs a reminder, but really he's just so used to that permission to do as he likes being conditional, being secretly appended with "until I don't like it," to being scolded for enjoying himself too much, too loud, too coarse, too himself
But McGillis isn't like that. For some reason, he finds all the ways Izou is too much appealing. And it's that which makes him feel so extraordinarily cared for in his grasp.]
Ah- Yeah-
[He throws his head back, and feels his body tense with a choked breath and shout, lets loose and allows the orgasm to wash over him, spilling over McGilli's hand and his own chest. Muscles spasm, and he feels himself gasping and shaking as the sensations seem to reverberate through his whole body, loud noises dissolving into a murmured jumble of expletives and permutations of McGillis's name.]
[ That's it, that's much better. McGillis feels Izou tighten around him in every possible way, both inside his body and with his legs twitching around his hips. McGillis fucks him through it for as long as he can, equal parts aiming to prolong Izou's pleasure and chasing his own relief.
It's not long until McGillis gets to let go as well. Quiet, quiet as he always is, with nothing but choked panting and soft sighs to show for it, McGillis allows himself to come. His eyes fall shut and his rhythm turns into more of a frantic stutter and his mind goes blissfully blank. For just a moment nothing matters, there's just heat and skin and pure unfiltered sensation.
It leaves him dazed even as the wave recedes. His movements come to halt, but instead of rolling off Izou immediately, McGillis just lets his head fall forward until they're forehead to forehead, and tries to catch his breath.
This was good. It was really, really good. He's going to have to come to terms with the fact that he's never enjoyed sex as much as he enjoyed this - the realization will be vexing in a moment, but not yet, not now, when he's blissed out in afterglow for another few minutes. ]
[Izou is slower to even conceive of having a coherent thought, not one to overthink thinks as bad as McGillis. He thinks nothing of simply basking in the way his body feels warm and full, exhaustion rimming the edges of his awareness in a way that feels pleasant right now. He's been used up, exercised to his fullest, moreso than he's ever been.
It's a sense of contentment that he's always chasing but rarely finds, rarely allows himself to even properly conceive of being something within his grasp. He's relaxed and lightheaded, he's happy in a way that feels far less fleeting than his usual indulgences, even though the moment they're lingering in feels fragiler than the skin of a soap bubble.
He presses an almost chaste kiss to McGillis's lips as his hands smoothe over his sweat slicked hair, not trying to return it to its usual neatness but simply enjoying the feeling of his hands on it. Finally it is of course his role to break the silence;]
... Damn.
[Because what better review of what just happened is there?]
[ It's good that Izou is the one to speak, because McGillis simply did not know what to say. The intensity of the experience shared would usually necessitate something sappy and affirming about the nature of their relationship, but they don't have that kind of relationship to start with. What is there to say about something that should be a simple ill-advised fling, but that has left him so bonelessly satisfied that he's actually lingering close, unwilling to abandon the warmth and connection just yet? This encounter had no right to be as fulfilling as it was.
In the end that 'Damn.' really cuts it. ]
... we agree.
[ McGillis smiles, despite the fact that the simple act of smiling feels almost too intimate right now. ]
[Izou assumes McGillis is going to be the one to break away and then probably kick him out he imagines, so he's going to make the most of the situation while he can, gently trying to flip them over so McGillis can properly unspool his muscles that were probably just as sore as Izou's were already threatening to feel.
It's too warm, still, this close together, but despite that he's still sprawling on top of McGills, hands folded over the large chest to rest his head on.]
Yeah. I feel.... all used up, but fer once it doesn't feel in a bad way.
[Not in the sense that he's fulfilled all the other person wanted of him, just that he's been used to his fullest.]
[ McGillis is far too exhausted and satisfied to protest the flip as it happens, even as he sighs at the loss when the change in position cause him to finally slide out of Izou. He doesn't usually linger in bed, but he has no obligations to fulfill for the rest of the night and the soft mattress below and Izou's heat above are simply too inviting. Another minute... Another minute is fine. ]
Good. I'm also...
[ He feels good. He feels exhausted, and the scratches on his back are stinging a little, and he feels so good. ]
... yeah. I'm satisfied. Much more than I expected to be.
[ If Izou is admitting to 'for once' then he can say this much, surely. ]
[HELP HE HADN'T ALREADY PULLED OUT??? MCGILLIS CONFIRMED FOR COCKWARMING ENTHUSIAST. But yeah just try and dislodge Izou a minute from now, he's settling in like he's got no intention of moving any time soon. He just lets out a pleased hum at first, but then adds;]
What the hell am I s'posed ta do now after getting dick like that? You better take responsibility.
[He says this in a tone he hope clearly reads as a joke and is more just a compliment to McGillis' equipment and his use of it.]
[Correct. As is expected with how doggy he is, Izou likes to cuddle. And when he gets to literally feel that laugh, isn't that proof it's a good and rewarding activity!?]
"Bed you"... Okay, Shakespeare.
[Teasing even as he hums and leans into the hand stroking his hair. It's relaxing, and only furthering the sleepiness that' starting to overtake him.]
[ McGillis is soon going to react encouraging the sleepiness by continuing to play with Izou's hair. But right now, he's comfortable enough to walk right into the trap... time to get himself stuck under a sleeping sword genius. ]
But I do think I'll make it worth your while... and vice versa.
[ McGillis also wasn't expecting this date. It had been a spur of the moment whim, fueled by lack of sleep and an unwillingness to deal with his problems healthily. He had not expected any part of how this night would truly go. But that lack of planning is a secret he'll take to the grave (or at least keep for a good long while). ]
The second date is yours. This time, you'll pick the food and I'll pick the entertainment?
[ He seems to recall Izou already having a food idea anyway, still blissfully unaware of how Nageshi Somen functions. ]
[It takes Izou a moment to remember, first just making a noise of assent as he shifts a little to make himself even more comfortable. McGillis is surprisingly comfortable to sleep on top of. Titty pillows....]
.... Oh yeah! I'm gonna make you look like a fool tryin' ta eat Nagashi somen.
[Still planning on revenge it seems.]
So you can make me look like a fool pickin' some fancy entertainment I guess.
[ Challenge mode for McGillis: not forgetting the name 'nageshi somen' overnight so he can google it ahead of time. (He will forget it, I declare it so.) ]
Mhm... I don't know about that. Maybe a movie, or bowling...?
[ Just... astoundingly normal date stuff.
He's also getting very sleepy here, thinking about this. Izou is a good weighted blanket. ]
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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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It also causes him to dislodge from his bite with a gasp and moan. His hands are still digging in deep, and there's almost a sob on the edge of his moans, because it is all so so much. But so good.]
McGillis- I'm gonna- I'm almost-
[It almost feels like he's asking for permission. He wants to come, but he needs to be allowed.]
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[ God, it's hard to talk when he's so taut with his own approaching climax, but he has to fight through that. He gave Izou one order, one single thing to obey like the loyal dog that he is: ]
Don't... hold back-!!
[ And Izou hasn't, not with kisses nor with bites, not with the way he's drawing McGillis into him so wantonly - so why falter right here, at the finish line, when McGillis wants nothing more than for him to be selfish and surrender to his own pleasure completely? ]
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But McGillis isn't like that. For some reason, he finds all the ways Izou is too much appealing. And it's that which makes him feel so extraordinarily cared for in his grasp.]
Ah- Yeah-
[He throws his head back, and feels his body tense with a choked breath and shout, lets loose and allows the orgasm to wash over him, spilling over McGilli's hand and his own chest. Muscles spasm, and he feels himself gasping and shaking as the sensations seem to reverberate through his whole body, loud noises dissolving into a murmured jumble of expletives and permutations of McGillis's name.]
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It's not long until McGillis gets to let go as well. Quiet, quiet as he always is, with nothing but choked panting and soft sighs to show for it, McGillis allows himself to come. His eyes fall shut and his rhythm turns into more of a frantic stutter and his mind goes blissfully blank. For just a moment nothing matters, there's just heat and skin and pure unfiltered sensation.
It leaves him dazed even as the wave recedes. His movements come to halt, but instead of rolling off Izou immediately, McGillis just lets his head fall forward until they're forehead to forehead, and tries to catch his breath.
This was good. It was really, really good. He's going to have to come to terms with the fact that he's never enjoyed sex as much as he enjoyed this - the realization will be vexing in a moment, but not yet, not now, when he's blissed out in afterglow for another few minutes. ]
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It's a sense of contentment that he's always chasing but rarely finds, rarely allows himself to even properly conceive of being something within his grasp. He's relaxed and lightheaded, he's happy in a way that feels far less fleeting than his usual indulgences, even though the moment they're lingering in feels fragiler than the skin of a soap bubble.
He presses an almost chaste kiss to McGillis's lips as his hands smoothe over his sweat slicked hair, not trying to return it to its usual neatness but simply enjoying the feeling of his hands on it. Finally it is of course his role to break the silence;]
... Damn.
[Because what better review of what just happened is there?]
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In the end that 'Damn.' really cuts it. ]
... we agree.
[ McGillis smiles, despite the fact that the simple act of smiling feels almost too intimate right now. ]
Feeling properly unraveled?
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It's too warm, still, this close together, but despite that he's still sprawling on top of McGills, hands folded over the large chest to rest his head on.]
Yeah. I feel.... all used up, but fer once it doesn't feel in a bad way.
[Not in the sense that he's fulfilled all the other person wanted of him, just that he's been used to his fullest.]
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Good. I'm also...
[ He feels good. He feels exhausted, and the scratches on his back are stinging a little, and he feels so good. ]
... yeah. I'm satisfied. Much more than I expected to be.
[ If Izou is admitting to 'for once' then he can say this much, surely. ]
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What the hell am I s'posed ta do now after getting dick like that? You better take responsibility.
[He says this in a tone he hope clearly reads as a joke and is more just a compliment to McGillis' equipment and his use of it.]
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The joke is received as such though, and McGillis laughs lowly, a sound that Izou can also feel given he's occupying his chest. ]
Hmmm, I might well be pursuaded to let you bed me again.
[ Very well, even. McGillis runs a hand through the hair falling wildly over Izou's shoulders... so fluffy... ]
But if that ruins you for other people, that's a risk you take willingly.
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"Bed you"... Okay, Shakespeare.
[Teasing even as he hums and leans into the hand stroking his hair. It's relaxing, and only furthering the sleepiness that' starting to overtake him.]
Doesn't seem too bad a risk to take, I think.
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[ McGillis is soon going to react encouraging the sleepiness by continuing to play with Izou's hair. But right now, he's comfortable enough to walk right into the trap... time to get himself stuck under a sleeping sword genius. ]
But I do think I'll make it worth your while... and vice versa.
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So I earned that second date?
[The one you potentially accidentally suggested could exist. That to Izou's surprise he very much wants.]
Wasn't even expectin' this one but I can't think of it havin' gone better.
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[ McGillis also wasn't expecting this date. It had been a spur of the moment whim, fueled by lack of sleep and an unwillingness to deal with his problems healthily. He had not expected any part of how this night would truly go. But that lack of planning is a secret he'll take to the grave (or at least keep for a good long while). ]
The second date is yours. This time, you'll pick the food and I'll pick the entertainment?
[ He seems to recall Izou already having a food idea anyway, still blissfully unaware of how Nageshi Somen functions. ]
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.... Oh yeah! I'm gonna make you look like a fool tryin' ta eat Nagashi somen.
[Still planning on revenge it seems.]
So you can make me look like a fool pickin' some fancy entertainment I guess.
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Mhm... I don't know about that. Maybe a movie, or bowling...?
[ Just... astoundingly normal date stuff.
He's also getting very sleepy here, thinking about this. Izou is a good weighted blanket. ]
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