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[deucebag]

[ Uppity is something he'll take, most certainly when it comes along with a half naked, lithe figure settled in his lap, running a hot tongue across his cheek, and there's a low hum of approval at the action. He prefers them with spine, really, if it wasn't obvious enough in Kali, Ennis and the twins. That's the alluring thing about Isaac, honestly. He's endearing in how vulnerable he is, how needy and deprived and misused, but at the same time, intriguing in how the wolf in him brings up an attitude and a fierceness you see in bright, seductive flashes. Something the others haven't seemed to really appreciate about Isaac, but all well. Their loss. A soft exhale that might have been a laugh for 'thanks', and a cheeky tone. ] My pleasure.

[ Deucalion's hands come up to smooth up Isaac's bare sides, feeling the curves of muscle and lines of bone as the move around to his back, following the indention of his spine down to dip slightly under the waistband of his jeans, fingertips exploring over soft, sensitive flesh. He can hear the eratic thrumming of Isaac's heart in his chest and just the thought of it sends a thrill through the Alpha, a warming, tightening sensation lighting up his nerves and heading southward in a way that has him rolling his hips up to grind against Isaac in his lap.

He grins, sharpness there, and while Isaac is keeping the kisses short and chaste, he's seeking him out, dragging teeth against his lower lip, nipping, and increasingly getting more and more demanding. The next comment is obviously bullshit, but a playful kind of sarcasm. ]

I'm always nice. [ A smirk plays at his lips for the beta comment, and it's almost followed by 'and you should be very glad you aren't', but he thinks now is really not the time to bring up the fact he has brutally murdered people in Isaac's position before. Bit of a mood killer. Instead, his hand travel forward, feeling over the curves of his hip bone before index fingers slip into the front of his pants, tugging emphatically. ]

These can go.

[clawstrophobic]

[He wants Deucalion like the moth wants to be caught on fire when it nears the flame. Wings alight, it will set the whole house to smoldering, and that's what Isaac's been looking for. Something to stoke him, let him yield but not make him feel small for it. This is danger incarnate. Worse than twenty blades from a pretty hunter, his life is on the line with zero doubts if he makes the wrong move. There's no healing from the ways this Alpha could rend him limb from limb. No Good Enough reason exists. This is a betrayal against his pack, against self-preservation, against basic common sense. The yearning remains. Were he the poetic sort, he'd think it was a wolf thing, some kinda instinctual mating drive, only that's not poetic. That's terrifying.

He's not going to start thinking about the concept of unavoidable soul-mates with a guy like Deucalion, he's just not.

Added to the list of shit Isaac doesn't want to dwell on is how he feels about another man's cock rutting up against him. Another five minutes, it's gonna be an issue worth addressing, but in the moment it's mere pressure.

Don't think he's being prudish with his mouth out of honest virginal inclinations; Isaac makes up for inexperience with raw desire. Were Deucalion another teenager, another Beta, not a killer at the very least, they'd be rolling together. He'd be trying to consume him while egging on his own devouring. Teasing and impish and hungry. For now, the power emitting off the Alpha holds him back while he adjusts to it. He's barely gotten himself setting his hands onto the other's side and chest when his pants are, uh. They turn out to be unwanted.]

Yeah. I got it.

[He sets his hand on Deucalion's shoulder, pointblank using him to keep himself stable as he pushes up onto his feet. Wobbly at first, the mattress a shifting surface, his feet spread wide by the man's lap between. Then it's with one hand he flicks the top button of his jeans. Takes care with the zipper so it won't catch. It proves difficult to shimmy out of the denim like this, and his groin is surprisingly close to a blind man's face, but.

Everything has its price. He's got the fabric bunched down to his knees-- then he's pressed to balance on one foot as he tugs them off the first leg. Mostly kicks them off the second.]