He answered Isaiah at least, but it still didn't help him figure out what he was saying. Not that it mattered much. It was intoxication in it's own way simply not knowing. It wasn't the time to ask, as Kais had other more distracting things in mine. He probably could figure it out by now that he didn't understand what he was saying. He likely knew what he sounded like. He most certainly knew how good he looked, propped up and displayed as he was.<br/><br/>There was grabbing, pulling, and tongues delving. It was all rich and heady, and Isaiah could barely take it all in before Kais did something else. When he gave him directions and told him confidently what he intended to do, for a second Isaiah could only gape. It was part the way he said it, so sure of himself, and part the act itself. There wasn't a single part of Isaiah that wanted to disobey those words, and so he turned, on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to Kais. He yanked him back, Isaiah let out a surprised yelp, and sank his shoulders down on the bed.<br/><br/>True to his words, Kais went right to work. Isaiah arched his back, pressing his hips back into that shameless mouth that was providing pulsing pleasure throughout his entire body. Feeling the tongue breach him was enough to let out a noise that might have woke the neighbors if he lived in a more decent part of town.<br/><br/>“Fuck, Kais. Do that again,” Isaiah demanded, rubbing his cheek against the sheets. He imagined he looked like a proper whore, ass in the air as it was, begging. He didn't care. His cock jutted out from beneath him, painfully erect, dripping from the tip. He was panting, trying to be still, trying to figure out how to get Kais to touch his cock. Most were not attentive like this, and most didn't have the sort of effect on him that Kais did. It was drown out, and it was delicious. It was exactly the sort of attention Isaiah craved, so much so that he was desperate enough to settle for much less if provided with few options.<br/><br/>Kais stopped when Isaiah pulled tenses and silent, his thighs shaking.<br/><br/>“I need more, please,” Isaiah told him, not particularly caring what it was so long as he had his hands on him again. He got what they needed, before sliding over Kais, rolling his hips against his stomach, making him feel what he'd done to him. He spread a slick trail over perfect skin before feeling the others erection against his ass. He didn't answer him right away, on what they'd be doing, making Isaiah sit there and think about it. He told him how he wanted it, and the anticipation was enough to make him a little impatient.<br/><br/>“Why don't you stop talking, and fuck me? Showing you is better than telling you that I can,” Isaiah snapped, needy. He opened his thighs to punctuate further, and then curled his hips back, teasing Kais with his as just as he was being teased. His fingers sought out the condom, opening it, and turning to roll it over Kais' cock. He didn't need the bottle of lube, not wet from Kais' mouth, and there was some on the condom anyway. Usually not enough, but Isaiah wanted to feel him inside him right that instance, and so he took matters into his own hands, guiding his cock to his opening before sinking down over him.<br/><br/>He made a pleased little noise and stretched his neck back as he adjusted to the sizable cock, his muscles pulsing as it initially fought against the intrusion. The slight discomfort faded, his erection never waning in the process. He placed his palms flat against Kais' chest, knowing after his taunts he wasn't going to get much of a reprieve, especially taking Kais for a man of his word. Good. He didn't want one.<br/><br/>“I need you to fuck me, Kais.” His words were less focused now, but he knew that for a certainty. He raised his hips before flicking them right back down, his thighs flexing where they sat against Kais' sides.