"Oh, a tough guy, should have known," Lucius drawls as he leaves that bruise on Izzy's inner thigh. His assurance is enough, though, and Lucius withdraws his fingers and draws the remaining slick over himself. He lines up and, alright, so maybe he delays just to watch Izzy's expression go a little sour about it.

It's worth it to sit there, prick throbbing in hand, head of it tortuously pressed against his stretched rim, not doing a goddamn thing, if only to watch Izzy get fussed.

"Do you want me to break you? Cause I can give that a go if you're into it."