Oh, Izzy doesn't give a rat's ass about foreplay right now. Not with Lucius hooked inside of him like that. It's kind that he's considerate in the first instance. Izzy wouldn't have been surprised nor would he have complained were they to forego prep entirely. Taking the time, even drunk, speaks volumes which he will parse out later when he sets himself to breakdown over this development.

"Good," he breathes as he wills himself to relax even more, focusing on all the little sensations which combine into drunken bliss at the hands and cock and lips of another man. It has been far, far too long. Hips up, prick now pointing at himself from the angle.

Izzy needs better purchase than to touch himself, and redirects his hands to tangle in the bed sheets above his head. It's not much of an anchor but it's enough, trusting Lucius' strength and his unclaimed leg to keep him up where he needs to be.

"You're stronger than I thought you'd be."