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Continued from here.

Six months had passed since Isaac and Kimblee had started dating. The date was important for both of them - for Isaac because he always put importance on such things, and for Kimblee because Isaac found it so important. That was why they were up at the Lake of Rage instead of spending another day in the house or in the Ice Path. They had dressed up (Kimblee more so than Isaac) and had met up at the lake just to spend time together.

That didn't last long. One thing led to another, and now here they were, Kimblee pressed up against him and Isaac flushed to all hell at this much contact. "We aren't staying here," Kimblee had said with a smirk and Isaac caught onto that very quickly.

"No, no we aren't." He returned that smirk with one of his own - this time it wasn't forced but rather a far more genuine and darkly pleased expression. Isaac glanced over toward the inn that was set up not too far away and gripped Kimblee's hand tightly. "Come on, then." Quite frankly he didn't care who saw them, and cared even less what they thought. The locals here didn't really have much to say anyway, and he doubted they'd care very much about two men sharing a room. Because that's all they were going to do, obviously.

...No but seriously, he was far too excited for this.

The room was easy enough to rent out and Isaac made sure they got a room that would actually be large enough. Neither of them were fond of cramped spaces, and the last thing he wanted was for Kimblee to have one of his moments now. Yes, it was selfish, but it wasn't like he was saying it out loud. He tugs on Kimblee's hand expectantly, leading the way down the hallway and opening the door to the room. It's indeed a rather large room with a king-sized bed - the entire place is nicely decorated and well-lit, though Isaac really couldn't care less about the decor or the lighting. His first order of business is to pull Kimblee into the room, lock the door, and return to kissing his boyfriend.

He hasn't been this excited in a long time.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.