<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Isaiah's eyes fell back to Kais' face once they parted, and confusion marred his features. The swelling was gone from his face, and so were most of the bruises. This didn't make any sort of sense. Still, he did not make the connection that Kais was some sort of supernatural being. Isaiah was much too practical for that. Instead slight irritation flashed over his features, but his breath hitched as Kais kneaded the flesh of his ass.<br/>
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“You know, there are much easier means to tempting me into bed, rather than painting yourself the victim.” With a face like that, and a body to match, Kais would have had his attention. The only conclusion he came to was that it was makeup. Maybe an actor of some sort, screwing around when he became bored. He eyed him like he didn't believe a fucking word, but he also didn't care.<br/>
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“Cut the act,” Isaiah added, pressing closer to him, his hand trailing down Kais' firm stomach to his pants where he undid the button and zipper one handed. He kissed him again, this time deeper, his tongue exploring with more interest. He realized the blood had definitely been real though, remembering the metallic tang from kissing him the first time. He didn't allow it to freak him out, trying not to think about what blood it was, and where it came from.<br/>
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“There's a bed,” Isaiah spoke evenly, realizing how little room there was on the couch. “A shower first though.” They both needed it. He pulled man up with one hand on his arm, the other on the opening of his pants. He was shedding clothing on the way to the bathroom, his shirt going first, then his shoes and socks. His skin was pale with the occasional dusting of dark freckles that didn't seem to have a particular pattern. He was fit, lightly muscled but not bulky. They went through his bedroom to the bathroom, Isaiah flicking on the water before sliding out of his jeans. He wore cotton boxers, and turned to eye Kais. He looked a whole lot better. Way better than anyone should rightfully look, in his opinion.<br/>
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“Good thing I didn't make that bet,” Isaiah commented. The one about Kais not being able to fuck his way out of a wet paper bag. He went to him, pressing him back against the bathroom wall as the temperature of the shower adjusted. Sex made him stupid sometimes, and he didn't think twice about engaging with a stranger. He craved this sort of contact. More than likely he'd be gone in the morning, but he didn't care. That would actually probably be best, considering there was no telling what time his boyfriend was going to choose to pop in.<br/>
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Isaiah fiddled with Kais' pants, trying to get them the rest of the way off. His hands were touching, and he was demanding to be touched in return. His cock had awakened, but was not at full attention just yet. He slid off his boxers and he looked to Kais with a raised eyebrow before stepping in, invitation quite clear. His main objective was to clean away the blood, or whatever the hell it was he was covered in. He lathered up his purple loufa, but turned his attention to Kais once he joined him. The bruising was mostly gone entirely, and with the natural progression of the night, it would look like it had washed away.<br/>
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“I don't fucking get it,” Isaiah commented, but shrugged it off. He didn't need to understand anything right now except those hands upon him. He leaned upwards to run his fingers through Kais' blond hair. He wasn't that much taller. Just a couple of inches, but it was enough for Isaiah to notice because he considered himself tall. He leaned into the other man, pressing their bodies together as the water cascaded over them. His breath quickened, and his erection pulsed. His night had certainly taken a few unexpected turns, but if Isaiah was anything, he was adaptable. He'd certainly had <i>worse</i> nights. He worked the blood from his hair with one hand, the loufa in the other, exploring. He eventually abandoned it to simply work with his hands.<br/>
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“The bed,” Isaiah managed to communicate, trying to make it clear that's where he wanted to fuck. Not in the shower, where it looked like it might be heading. “There's lube and condoms in the bedside dresser.” Along with pill bottles, an eight ball of cocaine, and other random things, none of which he really cared if Kais took note of. Most people he knew didn't care if he did drugs, and for the most part, as long as Isaiah was having sex regularly, he didn't rely on them. It was when he was alone that he couldn't stand it.<br/>
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Right now he didn't have much else on his mind, and he couldn't remember a time when he fumbled around with such eagerness. Sure, he enjoyed sex, but it was for a different sort of pleasure for him than simply release. Kais had him aching, and they'd hardly even gotten started.<br/>
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