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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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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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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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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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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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"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.