Izzy who relaxes with the platitude and welcomes Lucius back to his lips with a soft noise of pleasure.

Buttoned up as tightly as he is, the only way under the vest is to open in. The fastenings are tight but few, garment well tailored and molded to his body through years of wear.

One of his hands goes right back into Lucius' hair. The other, gloved, finds his hip and squeezes before roaming up his side. Izzy should feel guilty about this, he is sure, but he just doesn't give a single fuck, and the dizzy slide of warm flesh under his hand is all consuming. Naturally, he reaches the same conclusion as his partner. There are too many clothes in the way. It needs to be rectified immediately.

"Take this off," he murmurs through the kiss, tugging at Lucius' shirt.