Who cares about the walls, Izzy doesn't know his neighbors and he frankly doesn't give a single fuck. Not even if he did. The only thing he is concerned about is the way Lucius takes him with a confident thrust and the noise he makes whilst doing it.

Steals the words right from that smart mouth. There's a victory.

"Fh- fuck-"

Izzy doesn't need kindness. If he does, let's say in the hypothetical, it can wait. What he wants is this. He watches, of course he does, a small noise fucked out of him with every motion of Lucius' hips as he drives home without any hesitation. And fuck does it feel so fucking good. Izzy hooks his other leg to the man's hip and pulls him that much closer. Urging him, a little challenge, but also he just wants more.