[ Yeah, in hindsight, this is on him. A mere few weeks in this place have not yet trained him out of thinking of the past as this sacred but distant thing that exists to be studied, to be worshiped or reviled. But at least sparring is a reasonable and expected metric of comparison! That's helpful for not making McGillis lose his mind, though more than that...
There's a sharp inhale at the sting of nails through his pants. The breath being sucked in is the only noise, but Izou's got enough experience with him now that he'll easily be able to recognize this as a surge in desire. Playing with Izou's thing for control is fun because it is interesting, but what McGillis loves the most is this. Claws digging into his skin, a kind of base wanting that knows no rationality.
For a second, he remains still. This of course means that Izou is getting no more strokes of his cock either, just a passive hold. ]
So you think you've earned the right to touch, hm?
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There's a sharp inhale at the sting of nails through his pants. The breath being sucked in is the only noise, but Izou's got enough experience with him now that he'll easily be able to recognize this as a surge in desire. Playing with Izou's thing for control is fun because it is interesting, but what McGillis loves the most is this. Claws digging into his skin, a kind of base wanting that knows no rationality.
For a second, he remains still. This of course means that Izou is getting no more strokes of his cock either, just a passive hold. ]
So you think you've earned the right to touch, hm?
[ His voice is pointedly even. ]