<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Isaiah's nerves were still on fire, and his heart was still beating fast. The aftershock hadn't left him after such a powerful orgasm, and truly, he didn't want to move from the spot on the bed, even if it was to clean himself up. Not that it was anything like it would have been if Kais hadn't used a condom. He wouldn't have minded if he'd spent himself inside him, where Isaiah could feel it that much more, but that wasn't a rule he typically broke.<br/>
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“Jesus, Kais. I don't usually cum like that,” Isaiah admitted. “Hell, I don't usually <i>enjoy</i> sex like that.” Sure, he liked sex well enough, but more so he liked being close to people. Usually sex for him was lackluster and boring. Usually he had a hard time staying engaged long enough to find release. He wasn't too keen on bottoming for his clients, and his boyfriend certainly never fucked him like that.<br/>
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Isaiah yielded to him as he sought his mouth for another kiss. Their lips were red and lightly swollen already, but Isaiah found it only made Kais look that much more appealing. Expertly, Kaid worked him over again, until his own erection was standing yet again at attention. No one had ever worked to diligently to bring him pleasure so quickly afterwords, and his efforts were not in vain. Isaiah jumped and hissed every time Kais hit one of his spots, which he seemed determined to find. He was particular sensitive along the areas just beside his balls, and he reached to grab his arm when his tongue it.<br/>
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It still seemed like too much when Kais looked at him and covered his cock with his mouth.<br/>
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“Fuck, <i>fuck</i>,” Isaiah cursed, feeling the heat on his still oversensitive flesh. He didn't want him to stop though. He was learning to take the ride Kais was providing him. It had worked out favorable before, even if it was more intense than what he would normally tolerate.“Yes!” he answered him without realizing in the heat of the moment that Kais hadn't actually spoken to him, but he understood him perfectly. Isaiah threw his head back and hissed, thrusting upwards into that mouth, unable to focus on behaving and maintaining manners. Kais had shown he could take his cock to the root with little resistance, and he reached for his hair next, fisting a handful of his silky blond hair, though he didn't need to help set the pace. More so he wanted something to hold to, because all he was doing was scraping the sheets off his bed.<br/>
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Suddenly Kais jerked free of his grasp and pulled off his cock. Isaiah groaned, thinking this was Kais just seeking to torment him further, but when he looked up, his face was serious. The temperature became frigid and Isaiah shot closer to the other man for warmth, trying to figure out what the hell had happened.<br/>
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Kais was telling him to go hide. Isaiah wasn't sure if it had to do with the people from before that had hurt Kais.. Not that any of that added up, with Kais being perfectly fine now. It was still cause for alarm, and Isaiah knew better than to stick his nose in the middle of someones business he had no part in. He just hoped he wasn't patching him up again.<br/>
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He did go though, dashing naked to the closet. It wasn't very big, but enough to hide him in. He shut the door, but it was still cold. He wished he had grabbed one of the blankets. He was too worried about making noise to pull something off the hangers, so instead he just wrapped his arms around himself and listened. Every bit of arousal was gone, his body using resources for other things, like pumping blood to his adrenaline beating heart. He had no weapon in the closet. The gun was in the bottom drawer of his dresser, hidden beneath his boxers that he never seemed to wear. Why hadn't he told Kais? There hadn't been time..<br/>
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Isaiah's first thought was that perhaps Kais was part of some gang and they had followed them, and broken into his apartment. It had been a worry earlier, finding the man full of holes. That didn't quite add up either, however, not with the way they were speaking. Not with Kais healing and acting so affronted when Isaiah accused him of some sort of deception. Not with the chill, and not with the smell.<br/>
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They were asking him to come out, and Isaiah stopped breathing. How did they know he was in here? He'd been perfectly still. He was remaining level headed even, keeping fear under control and not succumbing to panic. These sorts of unpredictable situation was nothing new to Isaiah considering where he lived, but this exact style of it was throwing him off. Worry struck him for Kais, because there were more than one, and he touched his hand to the closed door. They were talking about gutting him, and Isaiah was struggling with what to do.<br/>
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This wasn't his business, but he wasn't a complete coward. Not really. Before he could do anything stupid though, the building was trembling and Isaiah crouched lower to the ground, holding each side of the wall. He had no idea what was going on out there, but saw a the light filtering in through the the door, a more pure light than the yellow glow that emitted from his standard light bulbs. He didn't risk opening the door. Kais had given him rather explicit directions, and so he waited it out, silent as a church mouse. Even when the noise stopped, and the building stopped rattling.<br/>
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He could explain none of this, and so he stopped trying. He waited until it was Kais' voice he heard to move, and even then he waited until he opened the closet door. He was shaking with the cold that seemed to have seeped into his bone, and he stood upright, eyes wide and expression perplexed. He shoved past Kais to look at the state his apartment was in, and to check for bodies.<br/>
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“What the hell is going on, Kais?” he snapped, turning his head to look the other over, eyes checking him for more injuries even if they were to fade far more quickly than he could explain.<br/>
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“What were they talking about? Why were they here? <i>Why were they after you</i>?” He felt he was entitled to his questions now, all things considered.<br/>
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Isaiah was tearing through his closet, looking for clothing. Something <i>warm</i>, preferably. He had no intention of sticking it out in his apartment if people were going to be looking for Kais. Better to leave, and hang low for a while until this mess was sorted.<br/>
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