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<br/>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Kais gradually began to find the conversation between himself and Isaiah becoming a comedy of errors on so many different levels. He remained in a comfortable recline on Isaiah's sofa while allowing him to tend to his injuries, but quickly picked up on Isaiah's irritation. Kais most certainly used the compassionate actions of cleaning the blood away from his dings and bruises so he could absorb enough energy to heal himself. <br/>
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The areas of his flesh that were punctured and bleeding during his beat down had already clotted and began to scab over. Even though he'd been beaten within an inch of his life, the massive swelling that initially distorted his facial features had faded to just a few black and blue bruises. It was easy to guess Isaiah was pissed off after hearing the hardened edge in his voice. <br/>
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It wasn't necessary for Kais to go and get himself fucked up by a horde of demons and get his ass dumped in an alley just to trick Isaiah into bringing him home tonight. Kais was more of the wining and dining type of guy. <br/>
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<b>"There's no rush, I've got all night."</b> Kais started to say, but stopped talking when he was interrupted by Isaiah's insulting remark. <br/>
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Burnished brows furrowed with a hint of bewilderment, tone a little huffy,<b> "The fuck? What act?" </b>he responded. <br/>
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As Kais halted Isaiah's hand in its progress of unzipping the fly of his jeans he replied, <b>"Okay, maybe you and I got off on the wrong foot here. I suppose you must think I just beat the shit out of myself and passed out drunk in the dankest alley in the hood, just to ignite your passion? Not exactly the way I roll."</b><br/>
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Apparently Kais had cranked the testosterone level up a notch with his flirting earlier, and both of them had become turned on enough to become interested. After driving home the point he was trying to make, his hand lifted off Isaiah's in order to let him proceed. <br/>
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<b>"I'm no fake, kjæreste." </b>he spoke with a smoky undertone, the stubble on his jaw raking against Isaiah's cheek as his lips met his. <br/>
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As the zipper was lowered, Isaiah would soon discover the thick, rock-hard shaft that sprung free of his denim jeans wasn't fake either. It pulsed in time with his heart as his lips parted in a soft groan elicited by the warm touch of Isaiah's hand between his thighs. His bruises appeared strangely lighter than before. </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Shower, ja. we can do it in the shower, mmmn," </b>Kais nodded his head, feeling more than a little grubby himself. <br/>
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Even if Kais protested loudly about wanting to do it right there, he'd do it wherever the hell Isaiah wanted it. The shower was just an afterthought, as Isaiah hauled him up from the sofa by his arm and the waistband of his jeans. He probably would have been screwed if Isaiah yanked him up by the dick instead, but it was rather sobering to watch his host strip off his items of clothing while leading him away to the back of his apartment. His tongue darted out in a lazy drag over his lower lip, as his insatiable hunger for Isaiah grew. Kais was pulled in a seductive drag through what appeared to be Isaiah's bedroom, coming to a terminal end in what appeared to be his bathroom. <br/>
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Kais was handsome, flaxen hair falling across a light-skinned face, and pale blue, curious-coloured eyes flashed through the haphazard strands. His jaw was firm and strong, and his nose long but slightly crooked, like it had been broken and left to its imperfections. There was an odd translucence about his turquoise eyes as they glowed, as well as a small curve to his lips as if there were something terribly funny only he knew the answer to. <br/>
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It was that brief, wicked glance that he sent in Isaiah's direction that gave off a slightly cocky impression that he knowledgeable about many hidden mysteries that Isaiah didn't know. An uncertain hint of danger glimmered in his eyes while he leaned in the bathroom doorway that he came to rest against admiring the way those snug boxers stretched over the muscled globes of Isaiah's ass as he bent to turn the water on. <br/>
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Kais whispered softly<b>, "Du er fin rumpe."</b></span></span><br/>
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His comment about Isaiah's ass seemed to arrive with perfect timing. A warm burble of laughter seemed to echo in tandem with the sound of water, as Isaiah stated the obvious. <br/>
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<b>"Why don't we consider it a win-win for both of us, min kjære?"</b> he answered, as Isaiah closed the distance between them. <br/>
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His ardor hadn't faltered during the brief lull, his bare back bumping solidly into the bathroom wall as Isaiah yanked his open jeans downward off his firm, bare ass. Kais wasn't wearing any underwear and someone stole his expensive shoes while in the alley, so his feet were bare as well. Kicking off the remaining item of clothing that interfered with the skin-skin contact that he desired, he met Isaiah half-way.<br/>
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Kais let his lips and tongue play a game of dot-to-dot with those delicious freckles splashed all over Isaiah's skin, kissing each one of them as he accepted the invite to join him in the shower. Isaiah played nicely with the loofah and soap, while Kais ducked under the heated spray to get his body wet and clean. The bruises were fainter now, but he wanted to much to grind hips with Isaiah, and plunge his throbbing member into his soap slicked ass as they pressed together. His eyelids closed like curtains over his tropical gaze, as Isaiah's fingers weaved into his wheaten strands in an effort to shampoo the blood from it. </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"All work and no play, makes for a dull boy," </b>Kais spoke with a wheedling tone of voice, edged by a surge of lust as his slippery body made contact with his. <br/>
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Once again, the subject of his desire was making it pretty damned difficult to get his dick wet. <br/>
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All Kais knew was that after the shower was turned off, Isaiah barked another suggestion to him and he complied once again to the human that had been a savior of sorts on his behalf. Except Kais didn't recall grabbing a towel to dry his wet body off, or digging through the litany of items in the nightstand drawer for the lube or condoms that were part of a sex filled night. <br/>
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Kais had no clue whether or not he rolled one over his junk or not because the moment that he lay upon his bed and rest his head on the coverlet, his eyes began to close. It didn't seem to matter how aroused or hard he was--the one thing Kais truly desired during his eons long imprisonment was to be held once again by a human, and for what it was worth that someone was Isaiah. </span></span>​</div>