"More flattery? If this is a new habit, I love it," Lucius croons as he plies Izzy open. He's doing such a good job relaxing and, whether it's the alcohol or just willpower, it's making Lucius's work that much easier.

Izzy is tight, even when relaxed, and if it wouldn't earn him a cuffing of the ear to comment on it, he would. As is, his own cock is already rock hard and distracting, spurned on by his imagining how Izzy will feel around him. They're close, enough that Lucius decides to add a third finger and finally really sets about scissoring him open.

"You looks so delicious like this," Lucius says, driven near to distraction and places a playful, biting kiss on the thigh next to his head. Should he suck a mark into it? His drunken mind says: yes, and he immediately sets about to do just that.