Izzy laughs, a rare thing, paired with an even rarer smile as he appreciates Lucius over him. It is a nice vision, and certainly better than anything he's seen in recent memory.

Freed of his buttons, Izzy quickly undoes his cuffs and loosens his collar. The tie stays, but the rest is wriggled out of about as elegantly as you can expect from a drunk on his back. Not amazing and maybe requiring a little bit of help to hork the bulk over his head seeing as he's laying on a lot of it, but we get there in the end. It fucks his hair up, but a small price to pay and it was already fucked up before. Who's counting, not Izzy.

Maybe Izzy.

It's neither here nor there because they're both shirtless now and he's feeling confident about it. Scars and ink on display for Lucius to take however he'd like. He's doing the same with perfect, unblemished skin. Not a silver hair in sight. Thinking Lucius pure is absurd, but he is whole and warm and interested. Izzy couldn't ask for more, really, blessed with this vision of young top him.

"You're beautiful," he breathes. Effeminate perhaps but handsome doesn't quite measure up.