For the activities tonight, he's strapped face down over a bench, big enough for him to lay on with space for someone to get between his legs. After all, that's what he was here for. His crew. The sea. The two biggest loves of his life. The other he once loved is gone, left with a man who Izzy doesn't personally think is strong enough to hold him, but that's no longer his choice. Tonight, Izzy was here to be fucked. The hardest part was the wait. Knowing they were nearby. That they could see the wetness already gathering between his legs. It had been Frenchie’s suggestion, when they realized he needed a break. They'd been eyeing him off for a while now. Most of them anyway. He'd felt the energy change when the threat of the Kraken had been left behind
I'm on a fucking roll yall. #IzzyHandsBingo #WIP #Transizzy #AllDeckOnHands #Izzyfreeuse
