Izzy is a sight in the nude but, before Lucius can really look his fill, Izzy is closing the space and their mouths collide again as he drags them the short distance to the bed. Lucius pivots and, when Izzy's knees catch the impossibly soft mattress, he breaks their kissing and gives the man a shove. Izzy topples onto the bed and Lucius cages him in, briefly bending to nip at his throat and neck before dropping back.
He had, on the off chance he'd get lucky after the party, actually come prepared. This is convenient because, honestly, his drunken mind cannot possibly reconcile the idea of asking Izzy if he has any lube around, nor dealing with an affirmative on that. Lucius kneels to grab the little container from the pocket of his awful floral print short and, being that he's already down here, it's an easy maneuver to draw one of Izzy's knees over his shoulder. When he straightens up, Izzy's leg shifts and puts the whole of him on display.
Lovely. Love that.
He wastes no time opening his little container and dipping fingers in and, with a smug smile like the cat who ate the canary, he immediately starts massaging the slick, almost balm-like substance right against Izzy's hole.
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He had, on the off chance he'd get lucky after the party, actually come prepared. This is convenient because, honestly, his drunken mind cannot possibly reconcile the idea of asking Izzy if he has any lube around, nor dealing with an affirmative on that. Lucius kneels to grab the little container from the pocket of his awful floral print short and, being that he's already down here, it's an easy maneuver to draw one of Izzy's knees over his shoulder. When he straightens up, Izzy's leg shifts and puts the whole of him on display.
Lovely. Love that.
He wastes no time opening his little container and dipping fingers in and, with a smug smile like the cat who ate the canary, he immediately starts massaging the slick, almost balm-like substance right against Izzy's hole.