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Izzy lay in bed wrapped up in his snuggly winter duvet listening to the rain as the wind whipped it against the window and mused about how well timed his arrival home had been from the night out with the gang. They’d opted for darts, drinks, dinner and then more drinks but he’d bowed out, along with Fang, after dinner. The two of them were not as young as they used to be and he’d had enough fun to go home on a high.
A smile twitched onto his face as he recalled the pouting that Lucius had given him when he announced he was leaving to go home. Between that and the puppy eyes he’d been given, he did wonder how he was back home in bed because holy hallucinations that young man had the power to get Izzy to do things he wouldn’t usually. He knew this because it was how they’d come to be seeing each other, although it was in its very, very early stages and nobody at work knew, although Izzy suspected that Fang might have an inkling – if only because he’s absolutely certain he caught them mid snog earlier on after Lucius had followed them outside the restaurant and taken advantage of Fang having nipped to the bathroom before the Uber arrived.
There was a knowing twinkle in Fang’s eyes when he returned but to his credit, he’d said nothing and just hugged Lucius goodnight before piling in the Uber with Izzy and having a very standard conversation – even if some of it was work based.
The rain outside intensified and as he was wide awake, Izzy decided to check his phone and see if there were any drunk pictures from the continuation of the night out. Tapping into his Instagram, he immediately checked the stories at the top of the screen and smiled a little when he saw that Lucius’s were first.
As he scrolled through the stories a message popped up from Lucius, who, by all accounts was, at the very least, tipsy but not drunk.
I’m jealous that your blanket gets to be on top of you all night and I don’t :(
Oh. That did something to Izzy that he wasn’t expecting. Mainly because he could see the face and hear the tone of voice that would go with the message. It also meant that there was mere seconds before he fired back a reply.
I don’t have a blanket on my bed. Fancy playing the part of one?
Lucius replies with a red heart and then a message to say he’s on his way.
Despite it being almost 1am, Izzy tidies his flat and makes the bedroom a little more presentable, although he doesn’t anticipate the light being switched on if he’s honest and he doesn’t ask himself why he’s wiping the kitchen counters down but what he does know is that he’s not stopped fucking smiling since Lucius said he was on his way.
There’s a knock on the door at exactly 1am and Izzy’s heart does a little flip, knowing who’s the other side.
No sooner has he let Lucius in and closed and bolted the door than he finds himself pressed against it, with a thigh pressed in between his legs applying pressure just where it feels good.
Lucius’s mouth is sweet and sticky, and Izzy can taste jaeger as he sweeps around it, sucking the flavour from his tongue and revelling in the groan Lucius emits as a result. He can feel his erection pressing against his stomach and preens ever so slightly knowing it’s for him...and because of him.
“Get yourself into bed and let me see to this for you”, he whispers, dragging a hand down Lucius’s chest, over his bulge and then squeezing.
Forty-five minutes and two respective blowjobs later, finds them both getting their breath back and exchanging slow, syrupy kisses, moaning quietly into each other’s mouths before they settle down for the remainder of the night.
Lucius sprawls over Izzy like the blanket he told him he wished he could be and Izzy lays there, content, happy and smiling like the cat who got the fucking cream.
*
Lucius wakes in the morning to Izzy buried in his chest, with the same content look that he’d had hours beforehand, not to mention the most raging hard on.
“Good morning”, he mumbles against him.
“A very good morning indeed”, Lucius replies, manoeuvring to kiss him.
Izzy stretches against him making Lucius bite his lip and hold back a groan at the sensation of his still raging hard on, brushing against his own.
“I was wondering if you fancied going out today. Could fill the car up and drive somewhere?”
“That sounds good, but perhaps first”, Lucius rolls Izzy on to his back and swings his leg over him, then bends down and drops his voice, “I was thinking maybe, I could ride you and you could fill me up?”
The hitch in Izzy’s breathing tells him all he needs to know.