Itzal was shocked by how quickly Skye manipulated his body to get him on his stomach and in an utterly too compromising position. "Uhh...!" He let out, letting it known of his surprise. His body trembled. If not anger but out of fear. He did not like to caught in positions that left him open to another. Once he began to regain some kind of rational thought process, the other was already talking to him still. "Well... if you want to then there's no way I can stop you." The shade told the other, burying his face towards the bed so that the other couldn't see his smile. Maybe he needed someone to break him of his discomfort about being touched by others.
Nox craned his head back slightly so he could get a glimpse of the other. He had been smiling, too, and suddenly, the young man was not so ashamed about sharing his smile with the other. If he could get away with it, he would just spend the night there, just like how he was. "I can gather that you like touching everyone but, I have to ask..." He trailed off, looking back as well as he could to the other, "Why is it that you're so insistent upon touching me? Or am I just the same?" A smirk came to his eyes. This was either a win-win for him or a lose-lose, depending on how you looked at it. Win 1: The other admitted liking to touch him specifically. Win 2: He could get away with acting like it never mattered and that he was trying to back the other into a corner.
Itzal was becoming quite content with himself. The other was incredibly close to him, but instead of trying to knock him off, the shade just wanted to stay that way. "But wouldn't it be more fun if I were at my peak? You already know that you have more endurance than I do, it would just be a matter of wearing me down." He told the other, trying to appeal to the other mutant's sense of fun and games. "Win-win, huh?" He commented slightly as the other started to knead into his back. Nox groaned a little bit, but not out of pain. Well, maybe a little but it was mostly because he was relaxing.
The topic about his interests and where he was from came up. "You know, I haven't really been to America that often." He commented when the other brought up where he was from. "What was it like there?" He asked, letting out another groan as the immortal moved up to his neck. He listened to the other decide and chose his favorites. "I can agree with that. Music, of all nature, is a nice thing. It's like wines that people can enjoy." He thought to himself out loud. "Art nouveau. You know, I didn't quite see that." He admitted to the other. "I do like abstraction. Making something completely out of something else. Georgia O'Keefe has an eye for things with her flowers." He told the other, being somewhat comparative. "Water Serpents is a nice one, I must say." Itzal stated simply and continued to let the other knead into him some more.
Nox was thinking about questions that he could ask the other but he was, unfortunately, beat to the punch. "Ohhh... it's not fair. I can't ask that fast..." He moaned at the other, relaxing. "Well, I'm from Bilbao, Spain. It's a nice little cultured city in Northern Spain known as Basque. We have our own local language, but we still have Spanish and English all the same." He told the other. "We have a ton of opera houses, museums, vineyards, and the like. That's how I spent my days." He told the other. "Well, before I came here, that is." He sounded almost resentful. "Music wise, I can agree with you. There is still a lot I like. One of my current favorites is The Diary of Jane... Breaking Benjamin." He let the other know. He may have liked classical music in his time in Bilbao, but he was of a generation that enjoyed so many types of music. "Now, as for you. What's your favorite color? And your favorite flavor of ice cream? And is there a book that you don't have that you really want? If there was just one that you could have, what would it be?" He asked his next wave of questions and just laid back.