Izzy makes the most astounding sounds, just a symphony of rasping, debauched man, and Lucius is absolutely here for every one of them. He repeats his treatment of Izzy's tit on the other side, sucking hard on abused flesh until there's the faint rise of a bruise. He keeps arched as he goes, just so Izzy has naught to grind against, but that comes at the cost of Lucius having nothing to grind against either.

By the time he's indulged to his heart's content, Lucius is tenting his stupid swim trunks and he knows Izzy is straining against his leathers. He never expected this to happen and would have laughed in the face of anyone who suggested it even an hour ago, but here they are and Lucius, with swollen lips pulled into a grin, peers up Izzy's chest at his throat, at his face.

"What would you like?" Lucius asks, the first words in a long while. He knows what he'd do given his druthers, but Izzy's the one pinned to the couch.