<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“I don't know that I feel myself. Better, probably,” Isaiah admitted with a little derision directed at himself. Kais was apparently feeling fine after what he'd done, and he was happy for it.<br/>
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“I guess you have a point there.”<br/>
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He listened as Kais explained it away simply, that he hadn't wanted to. Isaiah didn't know why his life was more important than another, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. Kais <i>had </i>saved his life, and Isaiah was grateful. He was reckless; he wasn't suicidal and Isaiah's intention that night had not been to go out and get himself killed. He'd meant to have a good time, and get one of his usual fixes so that he didn't go crawling back to Dylan, trading one weakness for another.<br/>
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Isaiah felt Kais hard against him, and it made talking about anything else a less pressing issue. They could talk <i>after</i>. After his initial bout of nerve driven nausea, he felt fine. Even better, after showering and brushing his teeth. Whole again. Eventually, Isaiah made his intentions (mostly) known, but when Kais understood what he was getting at, he put it better. The few times he brought up this conversation with Dylan, it hadn't gone well. He was all for doing all manner of things to Isaiah, but never the other way around. He was clearly anticipating a 'no', though Kais surprised him. It showed plainly on Isaiah's freckled face. Kais admitted that he didn't do it often but made it perfectly clear he was willing.<br/>
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Isaiah's arousal had already spiked at the notion, and then Kais' hands were on him.<br/>
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“I don't know what you just said,” he told him, but likely Kais knew that. He followed it up with something Isaiah would understand easy enough and allowed him between his thighs.<br/>
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<i>Fuck me, Isaiah. I want to feel you inside me.</i><br/>
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Isaiah was fumbling, unprepared for the raw instruction that he hadn't really been expecting. He wouldn't have even been disappointed really, and it would have taken very little effort for Kais to convince him that he needed to be fucked instead. This was an exciting change. Isaiah did fuck people on occasion, but not usually people he was so irrevocably drawn to.<br/>
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“Should I..?” Isaiah started, wondering if he could reach the lube in his bedside drawer. Kais wasn't letting him go anywhere though, his arms wrapped around him, and that was answer enough. He reached between them to take hold of his cock, making use of the precum dripping from his slit, even if it wouldn't be much. He was plenty eager to comply with Kais' request, leaning forward to press himself inside the stunning man.<br/>
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“<i>Fuck</i>,” Isaiah hissed, feeling Kais' tight heat enveloping him. He sank further inside until his hips were flush against Kais, finding his lips once more. He adjusted to Kais initially, determining the man's reaction to him being penetrated raw before gaining any momentum. He had serious doubts Kais hadn't done this a time or two, but he wanted him to enjoy as good as he got. Kais always made sure he felt wonderful. He nipped at Kais' lower lip as he drew his hips back, but Isaiah snapped them forward faster this time, wanting to hear his lover's breathing change with his movements. He'd been on the receiving end though to know what he liked. His cock was plenty adequate, long and proportioned just as his body was. He wasn't so sure he could make the same magic Kais did with his own perfect appendage, but if Kais had any complaints, he didn't voice them.<br/>
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“You're so fucking perfect,” Isaiah growled, biting along the skin of Kais' chest, a little hard this time. He was sure the mark he left wouldn't last, not with Kais' ability to heal himself, but for now, he liked how it looked on his skin. His fingernails were digging crescent shapes into the side of Kais' hip, the other hand caressing the outside of his thigh, trailing the muscle.<br/>
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“You want more, Kais?” Isaiah questioned raspily, getting confirmation before increasing the ferocity in which he fucked the man beneath him. He was feeling good, and since he wasn't sure when Kais might allow this again, he was going to make the best of the situation. If anything, Isaiah was taking greedily, his hands and teeth a mix of soft and rough as he continued to explore every inch of Kais' body.</span></span>