Delicious is one of those words that could mean anything in the right context. In a kitchen, safety and nourishment. In the feather light nothings of delight, pure joy. In bed, well it very much depends on the partner. Izzy feels, as he hears it, that he has very much met his match in Lucius Spriggs who somehow employs playful flirtation with the undercurrent of danger and has learned to cut Izzy at the knees with incredible efficiency. It's the same sort of feeling Izzy always has around Lucius, not able to read him fully, confused as fuck about everything the man is and has become in their time of knowing each other.
This, here and now, brought between drunken, delicious delight, and something that could very easily be a threat, isn't really any different.
Well, the one difference being that Izzy very much wants to see what happens. It isn't about emotion, it isn't about anything other than the act. And that's okay. He wouldn't want it to be more. Emotions are dangerous things and they cloud your judgment. Just look at Edward. This is.. he can do this and keep a friendship (still wild to him) and it not have to be anything more than that.
A lot more would have to happen before emotions could be recognized and he honestly just isn't ready to deal with it. Hasn't had to, really. Why start now.
Besides, if he wanted to.. where would he even begin?
Izzy answers only with a high, breathy moan as he sinks into the sensation of the pulled bruise and fingers stretching him open. In the pleasure of this stupid, stupid moment that he needs so very desperately. He has patience, for a moment, to let this happen but should Lucius take any more time that Izzy thinks it's required he'll start to make noise about it. Rest assured. Quit fucking around, I'm good, let's do this-
Still, can't help but wonder if it were Anne who taught him all this. Seeing as she's developed in Lucius a very particular skill set. Izzy can't help but wonder further if he'll see any more glimpses of it.
You don't have to gentle," he says for good measure. Testing a boundary he hasn't approached with Lucius before.
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This, here and now, brought between drunken, delicious delight, and something that could very easily be a threat, isn't really any different.
Well, the one difference being that Izzy very much wants to see what happens. It isn't about emotion, it isn't about anything other than the act. And that's okay. He wouldn't want it to be more. Emotions are dangerous things and they cloud your judgment. Just look at Edward. This is.. he can do this and keep a friendship (still wild to him) and it not have to be anything more than that.
A lot more would have to happen before emotions could be recognized and he honestly just isn't ready to deal with it. Hasn't had to, really. Why start now.
Besides, if he wanted to.. where would he even begin?
Izzy answers only with a high, breathy moan as he sinks into the sensation of the pulled bruise and fingers stretching him open. In the pleasure of this stupid, stupid moment that he needs so very desperately. He has patience, for a moment, to let this happen but should Lucius take any more time that Izzy thinks it's required he'll start to make noise about it. Rest assured. Quit fucking around, I'm good, let's do this-
Still, can't help but wonder if it were Anne who taught him all this. Seeing as she's developed in Lucius a very particular skill set. Izzy can't help but wonder further if he'll see any more glimpses of it.
You don't have to gentle," he says for good measure. Testing a boundary he hasn't approached with Lucius before.
"You won't break me."