[ 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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[ 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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[But then maybe McGillis wants to see Izou murder a man with a bowling ball... What exactly he wants from Izou is very unclear at the moment.]
Whatever we do... I bet it'll be more fun than I expected... [He yawns.] Like you.
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Fun, hm? That might be the greatest compliment you've paid me yet.
[ This is starting to get dangerously sappy. ]