Sweet? Christ, Israel Hands isn't sweet, could never be sweet, rejects the very idea of it.
And yet...
The bright sugar crunch of 'sweets' unexpectedly sets light to something in his brain.
And he does. He really does taste good though.
The hot salt bitter taste-smell of Martin, the slide of him on his tongue, a solid softness, a weight, an ache starting to creep into the sides of his jaw, the tickling scrape of hair against his nose when he pushes himself to take Martin all the way in, it's a whole world of good good yes good more.
Izzy's eyes have fluttered shut, though he couldn't pinpoint when exactly it happened, so when her fingers wrap tight and sure around his own cock he isn't expecting it.
A lightning flash of heat runs through Izzy from Kaidy's hand around his dick to the press of her lips at his throat, and for a second he feels like Kaidy is kissing Martin through his skin and his blood fizzes with a great and joyous want. Her voice echoes in his head, 'Good boy, Clever boy', and a wail trembles out of him, pushing past Martin's cock and bouncing off the walls.
At the vibration Martin's fingers clench wildly in his hair. Kaidy's fingers pinch at his nipple, and a spark of pain blooms at his chest. These bursts of pain feed back into the whole, building layer upon layer of pleasure.
Kaidy's words are just the icing on a particularly delicious cake.
'Good boy. Clever boy. Is-ra-el.'
Izzy comes apart and Martin follows, wailing his own release to the ceiling and yes, Izzy absolutely does live up to his tattoo.
Re: Scene 1: Quite Early One Morning
And yet...
The bright sugar crunch of 'sweets' unexpectedly sets light to something in his brain.
And he does. He really does taste good though.
The hot salt bitter taste-smell of Martin, the slide of him on his tongue, a solid softness, a weight, an ache starting to creep into the sides of his jaw, the tickling scrape of hair against his nose when he pushes himself to take Martin all the way in, it's a whole world of good good yes good more.
Izzy's eyes have fluttered shut, though he couldn't pinpoint when exactly it happened, so when her fingers wrap tight and sure around his own cock he isn't expecting it.
A lightning flash of heat runs through Izzy from Kaidy's hand around his dick to the press of her lips at his throat, and for a second he feels like Kaidy is kissing Martin through his skin and his blood fizzes with a great and joyous want. Her voice echoes in his head, 'Good boy, Clever boy', and a wail trembles out of him, pushing past Martin's cock and bouncing off the walls.
At the vibration Martin's fingers clench wildly in his hair. Kaidy's fingers pinch at his nipple, and a spark of pain blooms at his chest. These bursts of pain feed back into the whole, building layer upon layer of pleasure.
Kaidy's words are just the icing on a particularly delicious cake.
'Good boy. Clever boy. Is-ra-el.'
Izzy comes apart and Martin follows, wailing his own release to the ceiling and yes, Izzy absolutely does live up to his tattoo.