[ A shiver rolls through him and his lip part, tongue flicking out to lick them as though dry, even here beneath the waves. He presses forward, a clawed hand threading up into his hair as his lips capture his. He sighs against him, eyes opening to watch as a faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips.]

Are you sure...? Today, I am the one with more hands than one should rightfully know what to do with.

[ They tug Izzy's hips near his own, while the others stroke the length of his body.]

Can you even keep up?