Like that wasn't a stroke to his ego. Really, though, he didn't care if anyone else found him irresistible, so long as Izumo couldn't get enough they would be just fine. He palmed the other through his pants, scooting closer to his partner on the couch to kiss the corner of his mouth, "We wasted enough time already." A common agreement between them; they should have been doing all of this sooner, but they were here now, "Making up for lost time, remember?" he murmured into Izumo's ear before licking its shell.
“Mmhm.” A noise of assent followed, eyes still watching the progress of his hand. Izumo inhaled sharply, then, the firm touch eliciting a pleased hum. The shift of Kotetsu’s clothes, the brush of his hair, the warmth of his breath, were all familiar things, yet struck a chord within him as surely as if it were the first time. “–’s a good point.” he replied, voice already roughening. A few touches and he was absolute putty in his partner’s hands – some kisses, the drag of his palm against his thigh, and he could already feel where his body was stirring and responding to the intimate touches.