Kais was encouraging him, making his wants and needs known. Maybe Isaiah seemed hesitant. He was certainly a bit out of practice but more than willing, eager to make up for it by paying attention to Kais' body. He wanted him how he was, with little in way of any real preparation. Isaiah had been fucked in such a manner but perhaps with less consideration involved. He was courteous of the body he was sliding in to, both for Kais benefit and his own, no matter the man's abilities. He was blessedly tight around his invading cock though Kais voiced no complaints, only bit into his shoulder to muffle his cries. Isaiah didn't mind. I helped to ground him and keep him focused as he sought to lose himself in the decadent body that had granted him permission.<br/><br/>Kais was vocal when Isaiah found something he liked and the young man didn't have to understand the language that was being spoken to him to glean its meaning. Kais lifted up to meet him thrust for thrust, signaling that he was more than ready to take their coupling to the next level. Kais' hands were gripping him and the look he earned was intoxicating.<br/><br/>Isaiah's cock was going to be raw by the end of it, considering they'd forgone lubrication, but he didn't mind at that moment. If anything it would keep him from spilling over the edge too quickly and he'd be able to draw things out that much longer. Everything about Kais was arousing and it would be too easy to let himself go and simply finish. He had to keep himself in check and pace accordingly. He wasn't sure if he was going to have to reach up and cover Kais' mouth with the way he was moaning and carrying on. Kais was music to all of Isaiah's senses.<br/><br/>Isaiah's thrust became more forceful, setting the rhythm and not letting Kais anticipate his next move too much despite his own upward angling to meet him. It wasn't long before he was sweating, their bodies coming together slick and messy. Isaiah loved being able to exert himself but he didn't take it for granted. Kais was like any finely tuned instrument; meant to be played well. The sounds he was making were plenty rewarding and they had Isaiah panting when he wasn't deepening the kisses between them, claiming more than just his ass. He didn't want to leave a single inch of Kais unexplored.<br/><br/>Isaiah took Kais' wrists and collected them above his head, extending their bodies and stretching them out. He pressed himself closer so that their chests connected, heated skin meeting. His other hand still clutched Kais' hip, alternating between helping him meet his thrusts or holding him down to prevent him from bucking up against him, playing with his options since he typically didn't have so many at his disposal. He could feel Kais' erection rubbing against his stomach, wet and sticky, remembering all the pleasure it had gifted him. Suddenly sex wasn't so boring and mundane anymore. Kais was the comfort he desired and that much more, still something he was sure would end up too good to be true. He'd done so much for him already. How long could this last?<br/><br/>It was parallel to sex, Isaiah determined to make it last until they both couldn't stand it any longer.<br/><br/>“You've no idea how much I need you, Kais,” Isaiah whispered, hard to say if he was just rambling in the heat of the moment or there was something more to his words. He needed this exact thing. I seemed that Kais needed it too, yielding and encouraging his to Isaiah's whims. His teeth and tongue explored wherever he could reach, enjoying the way Kais' body writhed and responded beneath him, allowing it. He didn't doubt that if at any moment the ethereal creature that was Kais could end the experience whenever he'd wanted to, but he did allow Isaiah to believe that he was the one in control.<br/><br/>When Isaiah did ease up for a few breaths here and there it was to stave off his own release. He wasn't ready for them to be finished yet and if Kais wanted hands on his beautiful cock he wasn't going to allow it, not yet, only the delicious grind of their bodies pinning it between them.<br/><br/>“I don't want it to end,” Isaiah told him, sounding almost solemn. He was human, of course, so it would have to. Imperfect, and he knew he would soon falter, unable to control himself. Kais' body was too much and that was no battle any person in their right mind could win. He felt divine and Isaiah wanted him purely as his. He certainly marked him up like he as good as owned the landscape that was Kais' body, frustrated at himself because he knew he was not going to last much longer. The pounding was less consistent as Isaiah's struggle became more obvious.