It has enough. A glide catching on each end where the slick runs out and pulls that little bit of friction. Izzy doesn’t mind, it just adds another layer to the sensation.

He’s quite bendy, which is handy for being folded in two. Izzy’s abandoned leg rests on the small of Lucius’ back and he, too, abandons purchase in favor of touch. One hand back in Lucius’ hair where it tangles tightly. The other gripping his surprisingly strong shoulder.

Lucius has set this up to make Izzy come all over himself when the time arises and he doesn’t even fuckin care, sunk too deep into the pleasure of a man who has confused him since day one. This tension has always been there. Always. And now it’s broken to reveal itself, he is grateful. Matching rhythm, nails digging in, bodies in such perfect sync.