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Isaac gasps, though it's hardly due to surprise and rather just how pleased he is with the pain. He's a bit disappointed when Kimblee draws away, but he does understand where this is going. He pauses for a moment, leaning into Kimblee's touch while he thinks.

"I don't... I'm not sure." He's breathless as well. "I guess... we'll find out." That's accompanied by the cocky smirk he knows Kimblee enjoys. Lying isn't something Isaac does without a really damn good reason, but acting is something he understands. This isn't entirely acting. He's confident that Kimblee won't kill him and anything else he can do will most likely be tolerable.

Isaac grinds against Kimblee again, pulling him back into the kiss. They're not going to be using the wall for much loner, he's sure of that.

To say he enjoys that smirk is a bit of an understatement - though he's barely registered it before Isaac is suddenly grinding his hips into him, drawing a sharp hiss through his teeth; the enthusiasm with which he returns that kiss, however, is an indication that he's far from displeased, though when it comes to the wall he's perfectly content to use it for now.

He slips has hand out of Isaac's, maintaining that grip on his hair with the other; his fingers immediately busy themselves at the lower buttons of Isaac's shirt, unfastening some of them and tugging the fabric aside, teasing the skin of his abdomen with his fingertips and tracing along his hip, kneading in sharply as he deepens the kiss again.

He lets out a shaky breath at that, trembling slightly as Kimblee brushes his fingers along Isaac's hip; then hissing in a sharp breath when Kimblee kneads into his skin. It feels wonderful. It vaguely occurs to Isaac that he hasn't been this intimate with anyone in years, but that thought is brushed aside almost immediately. He doesn't care how long it's been, because the last person didn't matter. None of his previous relationships matter in comparison to this one.

Isaac tangles his free hand in Kimblee's hair, not pulling on it like Kimblee's doing, but rather playing with it occasionally. He's very fond of the way Kimblee looks with his hair down, and Isaac isn't entirely sure how receptive Kimblee would be to the removal of his clothing. He's not sure how fast would be too fast for Kimblee, and he doesn't want to ruin this. He'll let Kimblee take the lead.

That kiss is nearly intoxicating, and Isaac doesn't hesitate to continue grinding against Kimblee. It doesn't occur to him that that might be going too fast.

That hand in his hair feels nicer than he's willing to admit, and he lets out a soft noise at the back of his throat, leaning into the touch a bit before he's really aware of what he's doing; his fingertips move easily away from Isaac's hip as he begins grinding into him, sliding further up beneath the fabric of his shirt without removing it, tracing lightly up his abdomen before withdrawing abruptly. The gloves aren't quite providing him the amount of contact he wants; he disentangles his hand from Isaac's hair long enough to tug them off, tossing them onto the low dresser on the adjacent wall before touching Isaac again barehanded.

The contact is strange, something he's not entirely used to anymore; he's taken to wearing the gloves almost constantly in Johto, as there's no point in doing otherwise. His transmutation circles are useless here, nothing but identifying marks; he's gotten to a point where covering them is almost second nature, and he's more used to having the gloves on than he is leaving them off. He doesn't seem bothered, however, and his hands easily resume that stroking motion up Isaac's abdomen beneath his shirt - before he curls his fingers inward a bit, allowing his nails to bite into the skin and drag down, leaving sharp trails of inflamed red marks beneath the fabric.

There really shouldn't be that much of a difference between the gloves and Kimblee's fingers, but somehow or other, there is. It feels much nicer to have Kimblee's hands on him and Isaac is quick to let him know that with a pleased noise that's not quite a moan.

That quickly becomes an actual moan when Kimblee scratches him. Isaac's hand tightens in Kimblee's hair for a moment - hopefully not hard enough to hurt - and he pulls Kimblee closer, repeating the grinding motion. There isn't any way for him to properly express just how pleased he is with the sudden pain, but that bulge in his pants might be a good clue.

Isaac arrived in Johto with a new set of scars to go along with the large one across his upper back. There are two of them, neatly arranged in an x-shape from where Bradley sliced him and killed him. They're relatively thin scars - Bradley's precision is certainly admirable if nothing else - but they might be felt if Kimblee trails his hands up high enough.

Oh, Kimblee is very aware of how pleased Isaac is, though he doesn't move to indulge him and that incredibly eager grinding for now; he's well aware that words probably aren't something that can happen at the moment, but that's perfectly fine - it's not like they need them right now anyway.

He moves his hands upwards again, pressing down on those welts he's left with his nails, aggravating the burn a bit without adding to it further; however, he does explore higher this time, his fingertips trailing over what's decidedly scar tissue of some sort. The sensation is different for a brief moment, and though he doesn't seem displeased or startled by it, his brow does furrow a little in mild confusion before he seems to relax again.

When he slides his hands out from beneath Isaac's shirt, the motion is casual, natural as opposed to abrupt or seeming bothered; he toys with the buttons near the collar, his intent obvious, though he doesn't move to unfasten them just yet.

"Do you mind...?" The question is surprisingly genuine. Kimblee has taken his share of injuries, some of them particularly nasty over his last six months alive in Amestris; while he doubts Isaac is quite as sensitive about it - though that assumption might just be because he's already seen Isaac horrifically injured once, back in Ishval - it's enough to get him to ask before he simply does.

Isaac doesn't notice Kimblee's expression, he's too absorbed in the combination of pain and pleasure. It feels amazing. Why hadn't he experimented with something like this before?

He finally opens his eyes when Kimblee moves to his collar, and Isaac tips his head a bit at the question. Does he mind what? Having Kimblee remove his shirt? Why would he mind-- ah, right, the scarring. He supposes he can see where people would be sensitive about that sort of thing, but honestly it doesn't bother him at all. It happened, it's over, he's here now. That doesn't matter anymore.

"No, I don't. Go ahead." His voice is surprisingly composed, but there's definitely a sense of urgency behind the words. He's enjoying himself and how Kimblee is drawing this out, of course, but he's eager, in case that wasn't already obvious. Isaac shifts a bit to hold Kimblee loosely so he can get that shirt off once Kimblee's done with it, though he does copy the motion of kneading a hand into Kimblee's hip, just as Kimblee had done to him.

Kimblee twitches a bit at that massaging, though from the look in his eyes it definitely isn't a negative thing; he shifts a little, pressing into Isaac's touch as he works, fingers deft against the fastenings of the shirt, his hands sliding upwards beneath the now completely-open collar and running tightly against Isaac's shoulders, finding the spot where the scarring starts and tracing it downwards for a moment as though considering.

He doesn't have to ask; he wasn't there when Isaac was killed, but somehow he knows - this is definitely Wrath's work.

His nails are a bit longer than he normally would like them to be; the fact that he always has his gloves on renders it a bit of a moot point most of the time, but he finds this to work to his advantage here, given that Isaac really does seem to be enjoying the pain. He lays his hands gently against Isaac's chest, moving to dig his nails in a bit when he kisses him again; he leans into the kiss hard and allows gravity and the weight of his body to do the rest, his nails pressing hard into Isaac's skin, the sting constant, tempered a bit by the enthusiasm with which he's kissing him but unrelenting nonetheless.

He appreciates that Kimblee doesn't ask. It's not that he doesn't want to tell Kimblee about it - and quite frankly, were this under any other circumstances, he'd tell Kimblee everything about it - but right now he doesn't want to think about it, much less try to explain what happened. He still doesn't know. There's no way Bradley could have moved that quickly--

But that's not something he's going to focus on. The pain is sharp and Isaac makes a very pleased noise into that kiss, pressing up against Kimblee to further the contact. He wraps one arm tightly around Kimblee's hips and pulls him closer, while his other hand continues to press into Kimblee's hip, testing to see whether Kimblee wants that to be lighter or harder. The kiss is returned with equal enthusiasm; this is wonderful.

He shivers a bit at the increased contact; whatever Isaac's doing with his hips there, it feels rather nice and he presses into it a bit more firmly, another of those soft noises escaping him as he does so. He writhes a bit against Isaac's body, driving his nails in a bit deeper as he does so; this feels lovely, and for a brief, confused moment he wants to pull Isaac over to the bed and yet doesn't want to stop what they're doing at the moment.

After a while, however, the bed wins out; he twitches again before breaking that kiss off and releasing that pressure his nails had been holding against Isaac's skin, grinding up against him once before stepping back entirely, one of his hands finding Isaac's. Come on.

Kimblee isn't the only one torn between the bed and what they're doing here. The nails against his chest feel far nicer than they should - pain isn't the sort of thing most people like, why is he so different? - but he doesn't stop to think about it for too long, instead pressing firmly against Kimblee again to increase the contact, both with Kimblee's hips and his nails.

But then Kimblee moves and for a moment Isaac wonders if he's done something wrong. The wide-eyed expression returns and he almost starts panicking-- but Kimblee grabs his hand and Isaac's expression fades, replaced with a dark smirk. They're not done, they're just moving locations. He can approve of that.

The bed is more than large enough for the two of them and Isaac is all too eager to pull off his shirt (breaking contact with Kimblee's hand for a moment, which leaves him feeling a bit odd; he doesn't want to break contact with Kimblee period) before flopping back on the bed and pulling on Kimblee's hand. He's used to letting his partner take the lead, and Kimblee is no exception. Kimblee certainly seems comfortable leading him, after all.

Kimblee isn't sure what to do with that brief moment of almost-panic; however, the reaction seems to pass quickly, and Isaac is suddenly very, very receptive and Kimblee can't say that he disapproves. He follows Isaac onto the bed, kneeling on it and straddling Isaac's hips as he does so, pulling his hand away from that grip Isaac has on it and finding his shoulder with it instead, pushing him down into the bed while he uses his free hand to support himself, pressing down into the mattress next to Isaac's head. He isn't lying on him - there's no full-body contact just yet - but he's extremely close, locks of his long black hair trailing down where they've fallen forward over his shoulders, brushing against Isaac's skin.

"It's not often that I find one who likes pain this much, you know." The hand at Isaac's shoulder doesn't remain there while he speaks; his fingers trail down easily, stopping at the sharp red indentations his nails have left against Isaac's chest. He circles a set of them with his fingertips for a moment before digging his nails in again, dragging across the marks sharply, leaving five trails of red against Isaac's skin, raised and angry-looking. "Enjoying yourself still...?"

The lack of contact is frustrating, but Isaac trusts that Kimblee knows what he's doing. If he's going to tease, Isaac will let him tease. This is their first time after all; he wants to make it as wonderful as possible for Kimblee. That doesn't mean he's not getting any pleasure out of it - quite the contrary, actually - but Kimblee's happiness is the most important thing here.

After all, if Kimblee's not pleased, they'll never do this again. And he wants to keep doing this.

Isaac wraps his arms loosely around Kimblee's hips again, not moving to pull him down, just resting them there, occasionally trailing one hand across Kimblee's back before he finally moves to pull up Kimblee's shirt so he can actually feel the alchemist's skin. The question gets a short laugh; of course he's enjoying himself. As if that isn't obvious?

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." He hisses, pleased, and presses up into Kimblee's nails. "Don't stop." It's a command.

Kimblee shivers again at the feeling of Isaac's hand on his back; he's a bit hesitant to allow Isaac to actually remove any of his clothes, but he imagines he can cross that bridge when they get there.

There's a brief flicker in his eyes as he recognizes the command for what it is; it isn't a sign of displeasure, though, and if anything it seems to relax him a bit. "Of course, Isaac," he says, his tone nowhere near as subservient as it usually is when he takes orders; this is tighter, harsher - it's plain he's enjoying this element being added. He traces those marks back to the start, pressing down again to agitate the damage. "Anything you like."

And with those three words he digs his nails in again, retracing those sharp red lines so hard that he snags a bit into the indentations from earlier, small amounts of blood welling up in those small crevasses, shining red beneath his nails. He looks at them for a moment, smirking a bit, before returning his attention to Isaac. "Better?"

He knows that Kimblee likes taking orders, but somehow or other it never occurred to him that Kimblee would like taking them in bed as well. He doesn't miss that look in Kimblee's eyes and he doesn't miss the way Kimblee relaxes into the command as if he'd been waiting for it this entire time. If that's how he wants to play, Isaac can certainly comply.

He doesn't get a chance to reply though; suddenly Kimblee is digging his nails down much harder and Isaac makes some sort of noise - he's not sure what it is, but it's somewhere between a pleased moan and a muffled gasp - he's panting when Kimblee asks the question, as if he even needs to.

"Y-yes. Much." He's fairly sure he's bleeding, but Isaac doesn't mind that in the slightest. "Again. Anywhere." He certainly doesn't mind being scratched up, and once again he orders rather than asks.

Kimblee is rather pleased with the reaction, and he's more than pleased with the continued orders, if that smirk is anything to judge by; in his previous relationships, this quite simply isn't anything that had come up...to say nothing of the fact that finding such complete comfort in orders is something that's developed far more strongly since he's been in Johto. But that is really neither here nor there; he pauses for a moment, considering, before pushing himself up and sitting up a bit more, settling back against Isaac's hips.

He runs his hands down Isaac's chest, tracing along the bottom edge of his ribs and continuing down his sides, stopping before he gets to that top hem of his pants; the motion is gentle, pleasant, though it doesn't stay that way for long - once he's stopped, he brings his hands back up, laying them along the sides of Isaac's ribcage before digging his nails in again. The skin tends to be thinner there, in Kimblee's experience, the nerves along the sides more sensitive; he drags his hands down, the gesture quick but rough, stopping again before he gets to Isaac's hips and immediately using the increased contact between their bodies to grind against him again as he returns to gently tracing Isaac's abdomen with his fingertips.

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Isaac isn't really sure what to do with his hands now that Kimblee has moved, so he settles for playing with the sheets - for a brief moment he wonders what it would be like to be handcuffed to the bed, then dismisses that thought entirely, almost shocked by the very idea. Almost. He doesn't doubt that Kimblee would find it amusing, at the very least. Not that Isaac's going to run, but it's something to think about in the future, maybe.

Assuming this goes well.

Though he doesn't have to worry about that for long - suddenly Kimblee's dragging his nails down Isaac's sides and he suddenly realizes why people are so loud during sex. The pleased sound he makes is far louder than the others, and he's almost embarrassed by it. At least there's no one around. Of course Kimblee doesn't let him go that easily and the grinding gets an even louder version of that gasp and moan combination. Isaac arches into Kimblee's touch, grinding up against him in return.

"God, Kimblee--" But Isaac isn't trying to say anything specific (other than possibly another "I love you" but that would just make things awkward) and he trails off with another very pleased moan.

Kimblee continues to trace Isaac's abdomen with his fingertips, the motion firm but decidedly gentler than most of what he's been offering tonight; he's finding Isaac's reactions to this to be fascinating, and the sounds he's producing are incredible - at the same time, he's not opposed to focusing on pleasure as well as pain, something that's made obvious when he leans forward and grinds against Isaac again.

"It's as I've said before." He draws his hands down as he speaks, playing with the waistband of Isaac's pants without moving to unfasten any of it. "Anything you like."

"Hurry up then." The command is quick, but Isaac doesn't sound upset - if anything he's far too pleased with Kimblee's actions. It's just a simple matter of restraining himself. Of course it doesn't even occur to Isaac that hurrying up will involve a whole hell of a lot of awkward when they realize they have no idea what to do, but that's not the point.

He reaches up to tug on Kimblee's shirt, pulling him down and back into another kiss. His free hand returns to Kimblee's hip again, trying to find that sensitive spot once more. If he can please Kimblee even half as much as Kimblee's been pleasing him, it'll be a damn miracle.

Kimblee isn't expecting that sudden pull forward, and he's quick to plant one of his hands down on the mattress again to catch himself when Isaac starts kissing him again. He's practically lying on top of him at this point; he writhes against him, grinding into him one more time before shifting position just enough to allow his free hand to slide between them, working clumsily with the fastenings on Isaac's pants but doing what he can to comply with the command he's been given. It's made a bit difficult due to the fact that he's preoccupied in several ways; as soon as Isaac's hand returns to his body he finds himself releasing a soft moan in spite of himself - that feels good, damn you.

Good, he's glad he can get noises like that out of Kimblee. The sound is certainly beautiful and he continues to knead into Kimblee's hip encouragingly, shifting a bit so Kimblee has more room to work. The sooner he's out of these pants the better.

He moves his free hand to the edge of Kimblee's shirt, toying with the buttons there without actually moving to unfasten them. He's not sure if Kimblee would be okay with that - given that he had to ask about Isaac's comfort with the scars, he can only assume that Kimblee isn't comfortable showing off his own. It's understandable, but a bit disappointing.

Despite that rather welcome amount of physical encouragement, Kimblee tenses sharply as Isaac begins toying with the hem of his shirt, his hand freezing up against Isaac's clothes; his urge is to push Isaac's hand away, to tell him not to, that there's no need for that, but for a good long moment he simply doesn't do anything.

And then he closes his eyes a bit. Makes himself relax. Emmy's seen this; Kato of all people has seen this, albeit for different reasons. It's fine.

"Go ahead," he says, needing to verify it verbally. "It's all right, go ahead."

Isaac stops, waiting for Kimblee to respond. The wide-eyed look is back, but he doesn't say anything, waiting for Kimblee to respond. When he does, Isaac's expression fades, replaced by a more neutral - albeit curious - look. He understands that there are people who have issues with scarring, but he never thought Kimblee would be one of them. He moves to undo the buttons slowly and carefully, stopping about halfway up before he pushes the edges of the shirt back to get a look at Kimblee.

The scarring is thick and dark, it's certainly not aesthetically pleasing and Isaac can see why Kimblee would have issues with it, but he's not bothered by it. In fact, his expression softens a bit and he reaches to gently run his fingers over it.

"It's alright," He speaks without thinking, voice low. "It's not that bad." He doesn't think it is. He wouldn't lie to Kimblee, after all.

For a completely inexplicable moment, Kimblee is tempted to say something snappish to that; he doesn't appreciate being lied to. Whatever it was, however, immediately dies when he actually pauses long enough to consider it; Isaac really wouldn't lie to him, if for no better reason than it never occurs to the man to be subtle, much less misleading.

He laughs a bit, the sound quiet.

"I know what it looks like, Isaac; don't give me that." Despite his words, however, he doesn't sound displeased or angry; it's honestly more awkward than anything.

...the fact that he's twitching a bit again due to the gentle touch there also kind of kills any effectiveness that chiding may have had; he's fairly sure that's cheating, Isaac.

Hey, he's allowed to cheat a bit when it comes to pleasing Kimblee, alright? He grins, continuing to trace his fingers over the scars lightly. "You know I won't lie to you. I really don't think it looks bad." He doesn't move to try to remove Kimblee's shirt entirely though; Kimblee told him how he died, and frankly, Isaac doesn't know what to do with the fact that Kimblee must have some horrible scarring around his neck too.

Again he pulls Kimblee down to kiss him, but this time it's gentler, no longer filled with that same need. He's perfectly content being gentle with Kimblee and for some reason, he wants to be gentle with him. Kimblee does have some issues with the scars obviously, despite what he'd say. For some reason Isaac can't quite explain, it makes him love Kimblee even more.

Normally, this is about the point where Kimblee would push him away; he's aware of the change in the way Isaac is acting toward him, the sudden gentleness and the odd vibes flooding off of him and the light touches against that scarring, and he doesn't know what to think of it other than to consider it pity.

He had known, at the time that he had received those scars, that he was going to die. Up until that point, he would have dismissed the thought of feeling one's life ebbing away as a pointless, flowery description, intended to garner sympathy; that night, bleeding nearly to death in freezing temperatures, he had felt it himself. He hadn't been afraid, and he had been in too much shock to feel pain; he had simply accepted the knowledge that he was going to die, and he was more or less going to die alone.

It's different here, however. Isaac has repeatedly expressed a desire to take care of him and protect him, to try to help him when he needs it (or whenever Isaac thinks he needs it, as the case often turns out to be); he's made it very plain that whatever Kimblee is dealing with, he isn't going to have to deal with it alone. Perhaps it's because he doesn't know how to trust people, not fully; perhaps it's because so much of his sense of self-worth is based in how self-reliant he is, in how he doesn't need anyone else, but he's always seen ompassion is nothing more than a form of pity, a way of saying that he can't take care of himself, that he needs someone else to look after him. Somewhere in there he knows that's what this is, and the idea that Isaac pities him - that he's done anything to make Isaac want to pity him - disgusts him deeply.

However, he finds himself reacting favorably to it, on too many levels to be comfortable; this sort of comfort is something his body has been craving, something he finds that he wants the more he's exposed to it...and for a reason he can't explain, it scares him.

The realization is a cold one - that the idea of no longer being alone scares him more than actually being alone ever did - but it isn't anything he wants to focus on right now; he allows Isaac to be gentle with him for a while before the kissing begins to get rougher, and he grinds hard against Isaac again, using the increased friction between their bodies where Kimblee's shirt is still hanging open to his advantage.

He'll worry about whatever's going off in his head later; for the time being, he just wants to enjoy this.

As usual, Isaac misses the cues that indicate that something is definitely wrong in Kimblee's head. Perhaps he might have noticed them if he had been paying closer attention to Kimblee instead of his scars and his own desires to look after and take care of Kimblee. But he misses the cues, and Kimblee finally relaxes into Isaac's touch.

Then Kimblee is pressing forward with this again and Isaac really can't say he minds. Isaac moves to pull Kimblee closer, straying away from the light touches against Kimblee's scars to tangle a hand in his hair again, grinding against him as he does so. This feels amazing and to be blunt, it wasn't something Isaac actually expected to happen between the two of them. Kimblee just never struck him as the sort to be interested in sex for some reason.

Not that he's complaining, of course. The pleased noises should be some sort of indication as to just how much he's enjoying this.

Kimblee slides his hand down between them again as they shift position, letting out another of those quiet, contented noises as Isaac's hand runs through his hair; halfway through, that sound turns quite audibly (and...admittedly sort of stupidly) triumphant as he finally manages to get the fastenings of Isaac's pants undone. He doesn't break the kiss off, though he does push his body up a bit with his free hand, allowing him to start tugging on the fabric roughly; clearly, he's going to be taking your damn pants off, Isaac.

Okay, that was possibly the cutest noise ever, holy shit. It's a damn good thing he's preoccupied with the kissing, otherwise Isaac might have laughed at that. Because really, that was adorable.

He's perfectly fine with Kimblee removing his pants, and he moves to help Kimblee with that. It doesn't take him long to kick the pants off - quite literally, he's not entirely sure which side of the bed they fell off of, not that he really cares anyway - and he readjusts to allow Kimblee to lie back on top of him, should Kimblee decide to go that route.

After all, it's beginning to dawn on him that there might be some issues with the fact that they're both men and uh, this could get awkward really fast.

Well, Kimblee had gotten off of him long enough to allow the pants to go winging off the bed - at the very least, he supposed he was flattered at the enthusiasm, as it was rather obvious that Isaac was eager about all of this - though as Isaac resettles, he pauses, trying his damnedest not to just stare at him, because...well. It's rather obvious that Isaac is eager about all this.

...speaking of getting awkward really fast.

Kimblee offers nothing but a quiet "Ah..." at that, not even seeming to realize that he's spoken aloud; it's not that he hadn't been aware that Isaac was rather aroused by all this - he's a man himself, for crying out loud, he's well aware of the physical effects that come with the territory. At the same time, there is quite the incredible sense of "What now" flooding through his system; it's. Clearly just a matter of figuring out how best to proceed from here. Right.

...oh god, his brain, Isaac...

"Is... something wrong?"

He knows damn well that something is wrong and his expression reflects that. Oh god this is horribly awkward. His first thought is to try to escape with what's left of his dignity (that's hilarious, he's pretty sure he doesn't have any left at this point), but that's kind of impossible, not to mention incredibly rude. Fleeing now really wouldn't accomplish anything anyway. Kimblee would just seek him out to talk about it, and oh god that would make things even more awkward.

So what do they do now? Pretend this never happened? Isaac kind of doubts that's possible given the expression on Kimblee's face (and the one he's mirroring, not that he's aware of that). He remains silent, glancing somewhere off to the side in a desperate attempt to avoid eye contact. This is so goddamn awkward and he has no idea what to do to make it less awkward.

"So uh... now what?"

The question is sudden and it seems to surprise him. "I mean we... don't have to continue with this." The words are quick and Isaac's voice is rising into panic territory. "It's not a big deal. I mean, this wasn't the brightest idea anyway. It's fine."

Kimblee still admittedly has no damn idea what to do from here, but he recognizes that tone; it looks rather like he's going to be making it up as he goes, then. Certainly not something he's opposed to, at any rate.

He shifts a bit where he's sitting next to Isaac on the bed; he doesn't move to lie on top of him again, but he does lean forward as he speaks to him, his voice low as he reaches out to stroke Isaac's hair.

"I don't recall saying that I wanted to stop."

He closes the distance between them after that, kissing him hard again; his fingers close tightly, bunching up some of Isaac's hair in his fist and tugging on it once in a while - it isn't a large motion, but it is sharp, definitely enough to be felt.

But... but that expression...? Isaac doesn't worry about that for long though because suddenly Kimblee's kissing him again and everything seems right. Even if Kimblee has no goddamn idea what he's doing (which Isaac suspects he doesn't) then he's at least doing a damn good job faking it. Isaac has always found confidence attractive, and Kimblee is certainly no exception.

The sharp pain is certainly felt and that gets Isaac to relax further. It gets a very pleased noise from him and he reaches up again to wrap his arms around Kimblee, making no move to pull him down (because that would just get back into awkward territory, wouldn't it?). He plays with Kimblee's hair again, the gesture gentle in sharp contrast to what Kimblee's doing with Isaac's hair.

That hair-playing is incredibly welcome and Kimblee presses into it a bit, clearly content with it; after a moment of brief hesitation, he releases Isaac's hair, allowing his hand to trail down the length of Isaac's body, tracing over his hip and...not stroking him or even touching him there just yet, but rather continuing down further to his inner thigh, allowing his nails to bite sharply into the skin and scratching him hard.

After all, Isaac did say that he could do what he wanted in terms of finding boundaries.

Isaac tenses immediately and hisses out a breath; that felt amazing, holy shit. He arches a bit into Kimblee's touch, encouraging him to keep going without saying anything. He's careful not to pull on Kimblee's hair or hurt him in any way - he wouldn't dream of hurting Kimblee, after all - but oh god does that feel good.

"Again," He finally manages, breathing ragged. "Harder." He wants Kimblee to injure him, scar him up, mark him in some way. The very idea is fascinating and not something he'd ever considered before.

Kimblee smirks a bit at that, obviously pleased at the command. "Of course, Isaac." He leans forward over him again, lowering his head to lay kisses against Isaac's neck as he brings his hand back up Isaac's thigh, stroking the skin firmly before digging his nails in again. He doesn't drag them down just yet, shifting position just enough for his wrist to graze lightly against Isaac's cock as those kisses continue to trail down, finally stopping at that join between his neck and his shoulder.

It's then that he scratches at him again, drawing his nails slowly and firmly down the already-burning trails that he left the first time, deepening them and drawing thin, broken streaks of blood from the skin; those kisses at the base of Isaac's neck are also quick to turn into bites - not enough to break skin, but it's definitely not gentle, either.

Isaac grits his teeth in response, determined not to make any sort of noise at the contact that gives away just how pleased he is. He's not entirely sure if Kimblee's touch was accidental or not, but either way it's greatly appreciated. He tips his head away to give Kimblee enough room to work on his neck, all too pleased with everything Kimblee's doing.

And then he's suddenly dragging his nails down those scratches again and Isaac tenses sharply, gasping. His fingers tighten in Kimblee's hair for a moment, not pulling exactly, but he lets go quickly and moves to continue stroking his hair encouragingly. Words are beyond him at this point, but oh god does he ever approve.

Kimblee bites him again before pulling away, that same light smirk still obvious across his features; he was aware of the slight shift in tension that had come with that contact, and this time when he brings his hand back up, he doesn't move to retrace those scratches - instead, he hesitates for a brief moment before wrapping his hand lightly around Isaac's shaft. The stroking motion he takes up is gentle, perhaps overly so - to the point of being tentative, really - and it's plain that he's finding this weird as hell, but at least he's managing without having any sort of conniption.

...he's also back to kissing Isaac's neck almost immediately, if for no better reason than eye contact is getting rather hard to maintain, but still.

He certainly understands that, though admittedly Isaac's been perfectly content to keep his eyes shut for the most part. Isaac does open his eyes when Kimblee moves to start stroking him, and for a moment the wide-eyed expression is back, this time due to disbelief rather than confusion. Kimblee doesn't need to do this for him - this is awkward enough as it is, there's really no need...

That doesn't mean he doesn't like it, of course. Oh hell no. He's enjoying the hell out of himself. But he does finally manage to find the words he's looking for, admittedly they're breathless and stuttered, but it's close enough.

"Y-you don't need to... L-look, it's alright, I'm... I'm fine, okay?" Because if this is as awkward for Kimblee as it is for him, then he really doesn't want to put Kimblee through that.

Of course, his words aren't exactly matching up with his actions; he's not entirely aware that he's still playing gently with Kimblee's hair in the same encouraging manner as before.

Kimblee pauses for a moment, though he doesn't pull away entirely; he hasn't missed the fact that Isaac is still technically encouraging him, despite what he's saying.

"I don't mind, you know."

"You... don't?"

But this is really awkward, right? Should Kimblee mind? Isaac tips his head slightly without seeming to realize it. Well, if Kimblee doesn't mind, there's no harm in continuing, right?

He's really not sure whether he should continue to insist that things are fine, but if Kimblee says he doesn't mind...

"Okay. Alright. Thanks. I... thanks."

God, this is awkward. He'll just go back to staring over at one of the corners of the room if that's alright. This is so awkward.

That doesn't mean he's going to stop playing with Kimblee's hair though. He's very fond of playing with it after all, and he does approve of what Kimblee's doing, he's just... really awkward right now, that's all.

Sadly enough, Kimblee is used to this sort of thing - his first time with others tends to be horribly awkward while they get used to each other, with any luck it won't be a humiliating disaster by the end - and as such he isn't terribly bothered; Isaac seems willing, it's just that he doesn't want to force the matter. Right?

Either way, Kimblee returns his mouth to Isaac's neck, kissing him and then biting him roughly, only to return almost immediately to kissing him again; that stroking motion is becoming decidedly firmer now, more confident now that he's starting to get used to how...utterly strange this is. At this point it's almost morbidly fascinating, really; admittedly, he's not sure what he's going to do about it on the off chance that Isaac decides he's feeling experimental, but for now he's content to settle into something resembling a pattern - figuring out what should and shouldn't be done, seeing how Isaac reacts.

It occurs to him that he's really not sure what to do with himself - or rather, he's not really sure what to do with the fact that Kimblee's okay with this, and he'll have to return the favor. It's certainly odd - not a bad sort of odd, just odd - and he has to wonder how Kimblee's still maintaining his composure. Isaac's whole brain would have been in tears by now, regardless of whether or not he was okay with it.

But he's on the receiving end of this and that makes things a hell of a lot different. He leans into the kisses and bites, hissing out a breath, pleased. Again the desire to have Kimblee mark him resurfaces, but he's not sure if that's something he should even express and for the time being, he's content to shove that thought aside.

Now that Kimblee's gotten more comfortable with the idea, he's actually picked up a pace that Isaac certainly approves of and it takes all of his self-restraint not to buck into Kimblee's hand immediately. He gets the feeling that wouldn't be appreciated. Isaac isn't entirely aware that he's tightened his grip in Kimblee's hair - hopefully not to the point of being painful - his other hand moving to find Kimblee's hip again - he is very fond of those noises Kimblee makes, after all.

And receive another of those noises he certainly does; Kimblee squirms a little at that contact, but he's clearly not making any sort of attempt to pull away from it - he's rather pleased with it, really, breaking away from that kissing he's been doing and moaning softly against Isaac's neck. He's rather aware of the way Isaac's hand is suddenly buried rather tightly in his hair, his grip intense, but he isn't going to complain about it just yet; were he actively yanking back on it, then he certainly would have said something, but for the time being, the added stimulation is incredibly welcome - Kimblee isn't a masochist by any means, but the tension against his scalp is unexpectedly pleasurable, just intensifying the sound Isaac is getting out of him.

He'll likely find all of this terribly embarrassing later, when all is said and done; he doesn't care to think about it now.

Instead, he continues with that stroking motion, clearly trying to push past the fact that that was not anything he expected, nor had he been expecting to make that sound; after a moment, however, the urgency of the gesture decreases again, and that light smirk is back.

"Are you content with this, or are you wanting to try something else, hm?"

He's aware that asking may have some...unfortunate ramifications, depending on the answer he receives; however, he does have to admit curiosity. He'll see how it goes, really.

The noises Kimblee makes are absolutely beautiful. He's glad that he can please Kimblee like this. But Kimblee clearly has something else in mind. Isaac tips his head a bit against the pillow, not moving his hands from Kimblee's hair and hip.

"What do you have in mind?"

He doubts it is penetrative sex; that is a bit... much. It isn't something he is entirely comfortable with either; he doesn't want to hurt Kimblee. But he's willing to listen despite the frustration of Kimblee's slow, rather teasing strokes.

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