[Izou's gone red up to his ears at this. He is so easy to rile, but at least he's got relatively high ability to not act on it in this type of situation. So it's not no fun for McGillis.]
That- I mean, how's it supposed ta be a punishment if yer all up on me!!
[Izou just confirming he's enjoying being taunted like this... Idiot dog.]
And don't you love getting your hands and teeth all over me at the first opportunity? You're always quite... responsive that way.
[ And McGillis likes it a lot, which is why there is absolutely no way he is going to keep this embargo on movement up for the whole of this encounter. For now though, what an amusing experiment it is to have Izou so flustered and yet incapable of retaliating, solely through his own desire to Be Good. ]
Course I do! But you told me ta stay put so I ain't allowed to do any of that!!!
[HE IS A GOOD BOY! HE IS A LOYAL DOG!! He needs to do what he's been told so that he can get rewards and praise!!!!! If he wasn't extremely horny in this moment he'd be mad at himself for being so incredibly easy to lead about like this, for falling into old bad habits, but... It wasn't really the same, after all they'd been through. He wasn't doggedly following the commands McGillis set for him because he was desperate for any positive attention. He was doing it because he trusted McGillis.
But anyway he's not in a state to think any of these thoughts right now. Instead he's just going in a circle of how this is infuriating but also McGillis sexy when he's being smug like this.]
Mhm, exactly. That would be the punishment part of the matter.
[ In all honesty, MGillis had expected Izou to break already and maybe that's a fault of his - that he always underestimates Izou's need for praise, because it's by far the least relatable thing about the other man. Even understanding it in the abstract, the sheer extent of that desire for reward is always going to remain incomprehensible to McGillis. Being reliant on others is a waste, a weakness. He's thought so all his life, and for all that he's been browbeaten into allowing a select few into his heart, it's still a base assumption that is difficult to shake.
And so he gets to know Izou time and time again, learns anew over and over just how determined he is to be good.
Right now, they're in a good situation for it. Safe, unserious. Even McGillis can't get annoyed here - he just remains curious, wondering if he can push past the breaking point.
He reaches towards the front to undo the tying of Izou's Hakama. Loosening that up makes it easy to tug the kimono open at the front and further pull it down, McGillis' hands now free to roam over well-defined abs. ]
You're a lot more pliant than I expected, I will say.
[As confident as Izou is in some ways, he was raise to think providing value to others was tantamount to proving his own worth as a person. Praise affirms that he's worth something, that he's valuable. But with McGillis there's not the undercurrent of desparation because McGillis seemed to find his general existence valueable. Or rather, his instinctive temperament is appealing to McGillis while it was a hindrance to everyone else that made use of him. They wanted to tame his wild animal nature while McGillis reveled in it. If and when he broke first, before McGillis allowed it, he would still be rewarded because McGillis liked that ferocity.
So maybe also a part of it was the lingering sense of conflict that made him want to stubbornly refuse to buckle under McGillis's temptations. Even as his breath becomes more erratic as he's further undressed and explored. He closes his eyes as if that will help.]
It ain't "pliant," whatever that is. It's self-control, discipline. That's one of the rules of bushido, McGillis.
[He KNOWS you had to have read about the eight tenets in a book.]
[ ... ah. What a correction!! That McGillis has read about it is really not even a question, so there is an immediate hum of acknowledgement. ]
I'm not sure this is what was envisioned when those rules were penned...
[ To punctuate the point, he's just... sliding his hand lower, into Izou's pants and underwear.
But he's not going to tack on any more teasing about Izou's personality type, now that this has been brought into the equation. (And this time he has himself to blame for sex once again turning into swordplay metaphors....) ]
[The comedy here is the suggestion that Izou in any way follows bushido, which also calls for honor and respect among other things, which running around cutting people down as an assassin while crowing about how he's the best and everyone else sucks is....
Well, anyway!!!]
Y-yeah-ah! [An involuntary vocal response to McGillis's touch interrupting him.] Well! I don't think I'm what they pictured when the envisioned the ideal samurai, right?
[He needs to continue this conversation because it's keeping him distracted from the Salacious Thoughts that the hands on him are trying to bring forth.]
[ McGillis is very aware of all the ways Izou falls short, but that's precisely why he has no interest in harping on it right now - there are very few things that could kill the mood as effectively as casting doubt on Izou's merit as a samurai... Or so McGillis thinks, being very considerate for once, and then Izou just does it himself.
Instead of killing the mood, it makes McGillis huff out a laugh. ]
You make it sound like a badge of honor.
[ McGillis rests his chin on Izou's shoulder, bare chest connecting with freshly bared back. His tone is quite conversational, even as his hand wraps around Izou's dick and begins light stroke within the confines of the fabric. ]
And it might be justified. Think you could have cut those old master down, given the chance?
[ Do not tell him any of them are here. He is going to get up and walk out. ]
[McGillis why would you think there AREN'T any of them here??? And why do you think Izou has any tact or could resist bragging???]
H-hah! Obviously! [Even as his breath is catching from the hand on his dick. He's not supposed to react!!! So he will just focus on this instead!!!] I've a-already beat Yagyuu Sensei in sparring more than once here. Stickin' ta-ah- those old ideals is exactly why those-those Shinsengumi bastards lost the war! Fuck!
[King of not keeping his composure. He's shifting his hands to lean back and dig his nails into McGillis' thighs behind him.]
[ 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?
[The rumble of satisfaction had further helped Izou relax and maintain his composure as much as he was currently able, but then McGillis stops and speaks, leading Izou to freeze up. It's clear that he didn't think that, because he didn't think at all. The reason he'll rarely if ever win these sorts of games is because of his propensity to act without thinking. After a moment of cogs turning in his brain, trying to retroactively handle this breach of The Rules.
What he decides to do is simply remove his hands and place them back neutrally on his own folded legs. As if that will just undo the disobedience. It's rather like how a dog caught with something they aren't supposed to have will just drop it as if that will undo the crime of them having it in the first place. To underscore this, Izou mumbles (as if he, unlike a dog, understands deep down this isn't a defensible maneuver.)]
McGillis wonders if there are people more into the D/s subculture who would be deeply into this, just absolutely enthralled with this level of stubborn childish disobedience. There probably are. It's really too bad that McGillis isn't one of them, that his patience with these games is already running thin.
There's another long pause here, as he considers his course of action. Entering a 'did not' 'did too' feedback circle is about the least sexy thing he can imagine, so...
He's going to let go completely now, but only so his next order can be easily obeyed: ]
It doesn't suit you to try and be sneaky about your disobedience, Izou. If you're going to strike back, do it brazenly... On the bed. Now.
[Sneaky is... a generous word to use. Even Izou knows that. He really had no idea how he expected McGillis to react, but it wasn't this. On the bed!! If he was less horny, it would occur to him that there could be further torment to be done to him on the bed, but, well. Horny brain just clocks this as a win. Somehow??? He got away with it!!?? Yay!!!
He's hopping to his feet without a second thought, and stepping out of his hakama as he dutifully complies. A small part of his brain suggests he should try to spread his body on the bed alluringly, but McGillis doesn't need to be further seduced, so he just flops onto his back comfortably. He'd never admit it, but the novelty of how comfortable modern beds are still hasn't worn off for him. Some new things are stupid, but this one he's a big fan of.]
If ya want me to be brazen, come over here and find out how sharp my fangs are.
[ McGillis uses the brief moment of interlude to grab some lubricant from the drawer and place it a little more conveniently on the nightstand. They may have put the matter of condoms aside permanently while back in Sunset City, but there's no reason to abandon the actual conveniences of modern life alongside them.
He then undoes his belt and climbs onto the bed, to claim his rightful spot looming above Izou. He probably should think up some further patience games to rile him up and torture him a little, but... ]
Only below the collar-line, remember?
[ Yeah no, he wants to feel those fangs digging into him. He wants to be wanted, all-encompassingly, no matter how that talk with Ryouma went. It's funny - he never took himself for someone who is into pain. That's dangerous territory, often with bad memories attached. But as long as it's teeth and nails, there's an addictive quality to it. It's not calculated, pure instinct and full affections.
It's the faint sting of those wounds that makes sex with Izou feel more than merely mechanical. ]
I really made this to easy on you...
[ Said while running his right hand reverently down the side of Izou's body, which surely makes it very convincing. ]
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That- I mean, how's it supposed ta be a punishment if yer all up on me!!
[Izou just confirming he's enjoying being taunted like this... Idiot dog.]
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[ You brought this paradox onto yourself, Izou. ]
And don't you love getting your hands and teeth all over me at the first opportunity? You're always quite... responsive that way.
[ And McGillis likes it a lot, which is why there is absolutely no way he is going to keep this embargo on movement up for the whole of this encounter. For now though, what an amusing experiment it is to have Izou so flustered and yet incapable of retaliating, solely through his own desire to Be Good. ]
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[HE IS A GOOD BOY! HE IS A LOYAL DOG!! He needs to do what he's been told so that he can get rewards and praise!!!!! If he wasn't extremely horny in this moment he'd be mad at himself for being so incredibly easy to lead about like this, for falling into old bad habits, but... It wasn't really the same, after all they'd been through. He wasn't doggedly following the commands McGillis set for him because he was desperate for any positive attention. He was doing it because he trusted McGillis.
But anyway he's not in a state to think any of these thoughts right now. Instead he's just going in a circle of how this is infuriating but also McGillis sexy when he's being smug like this.]
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[ In all honesty, MGillis had expected Izou to break already and maybe that's a fault of his - that he always underestimates Izou's need for praise, because it's by far the least relatable thing about the other man. Even understanding it in the abstract, the sheer extent of that desire for reward is always going to remain incomprehensible to McGillis. Being reliant on others is a waste, a weakness. He's thought so all his life, and for all that he's been browbeaten into allowing a select few into his heart, it's still a base assumption that is difficult to shake.
And so he gets to know Izou time and time again, learns anew over and over just how determined he is to be good.
Right now, they're in a good situation for it. Safe, unserious. Even McGillis can't get annoyed here - he just remains curious, wondering if he can push past the breaking point.
He reaches towards the front to undo the tying of Izou's Hakama. Loosening that up makes it easy to tug the kimono open at the front and further pull it down, McGillis' hands now free to roam over well-defined abs. ]
You're a lot more pliant than I expected, I will say.
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So maybe also a part of it was the lingering sense of conflict that made him want to stubbornly refuse to buckle under McGillis's temptations. Even as his breath becomes more erratic as he's further undressed and explored. He closes his eyes as if that will help.]
It ain't "pliant," whatever that is. It's self-control, discipline. That's one of the rules of bushido, McGillis.
[He KNOWS you had to have read about the eight tenets in a book.]
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I'm not sure this is what was envisioned when those rules were penned...
[ To punctuate the point, he's just... sliding his hand lower, into Izou's pants and underwear.
But he's not going to tack on any more teasing about Izou's personality type, now that this has been brought into the equation. (And this time he has himself to blame for sex once again turning into swordplay metaphors....) ]
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Well, anyway!!!]
Y-yeah-ah! [An involuntary vocal response to McGillis's touch interrupting him.] Well! I don't think I'm what they pictured when the envisioned the ideal samurai, right?
[He needs to continue this conversation because it's keeping him distracted from the Salacious Thoughts that the hands on him are trying to bring forth.]
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Instead of killing the mood, it makes McGillis huff out a laugh. ]
You make it sound like a badge of honor.
[ McGillis rests his chin on Izou's shoulder, bare chest connecting with freshly bared back. His tone is quite conversational, even as his hand wraps around Izou's dick and begins light stroke within the confines of the fabric. ]
And it might be justified. Think you could have cut those old master down, given the chance?
[ Do not tell him any of them are here. He is going to get up and walk out. ]
YELLS I DIDN'T REALIZE IT WAS MY TURN
H-hah! Obviously! [Even as his breath is catching from the hand on his dick. He's not supposed to react!!! So he will just focus on this instead!!!] I've a-already beat Yagyuu Sensei in sparring more than once here. Stickin' ta-ah- those old ideals is exactly why those-those Shinsengumi bastards lost the war! Fuck!
[King of not keeping his composure. He's shifting his hands to lean back and dig his nails into McGillis' thighs behind him.]
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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. ]
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What he decides to do is simply remove his hands and place them back neutrally on his own folded legs. As if that will just undo the disobedience. It's rather like how a dog caught with something they aren't supposed to have will just drop it as if that will undo the crime of them having it in the first place. To underscore this, Izou mumbles (as if he, unlike a dog, understands deep down this isn't a defensible maneuver.)]
I dunno what yer talking about.
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McGillis wonders if there are people more into the D/s subculture who would be deeply into this, just absolutely enthralled with this level of stubborn childish disobedience. There probably are. It's really too bad that McGillis isn't one of them, that his patience with these games is already running thin.
There's another long pause here, as he considers his course of action. Entering a 'did not' 'did too' feedback circle is about the least sexy thing he can imagine, so...
He's going to let go completely now, but only so his next order can be easily obeyed: ]
It doesn't suit you to try and be sneaky about your disobedience, Izou. If you're going to strike back, do it brazenly... On the bed. Now.
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He's hopping to his feet without a second thought, and stepping out of his hakama as he dutifully complies. A small part of his brain suggests he should try to spread his body on the bed alluringly, but McGillis doesn't need to be further seduced, so he just flops onto his back comfortably. He'd never admit it, but the novelty of how comfortable modern beds are still hasn't worn off for him. Some new things are stupid, but this one he's a big fan of.]
If ya want me to be brazen, come over here and find out how sharp my fangs are.
[Bite bite bite bite.]
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He then undoes his belt and climbs onto the bed, to claim his rightful spot looming above Izou. He probably should think up some further patience games to rile him up and torture him a little, but... ]
Only below the collar-line, remember?
[ Yeah no, he wants to feel those fangs digging into him. He wants to be wanted, all-encompassingly, no matter how that talk with Ryouma went. It's funny - he never took himself for someone who is into pain. That's dangerous territory, often with bad memories attached. But as long as it's teeth and nails, there's an addictive quality to it. It's not calculated, pure instinct and full affections.
It's the faint sting of those wounds that makes sex with Izou feel more than merely mechanical. ]
I really made this to easy on you...
[ Said while running his right hand reverently down the side of Izou's body, which surely makes it very convincing. ]