[Iggy lets his hand be guided with no sign of frustration or irritation. He's perfectly happy to switch gears if it pleases.

His other hand stays in Matt's hair, combing through it soothingly. His mouth curves as his neck is nuzzled, tilting his head a bit to allow better access.]

Oh, it's like, perfume oil, yeah. Is it too much?

[Heavy lidded eyes scan the room, curious as to if Matt's desire to slow down has an exterior motivator.]

I found it on the vanity. It's weird, it smells so much like a room from the house I grew up in.