Scott's breathing a little harder than normal, reaching out with one hand to brace it against the bank of lockers behind Isaac's head, stepping forward to get rid of all remaining distance between them. He doesn't quite notice that the flash in his own eyes is closer to red than gold now, or maybe a blend of something between the two colors.

He swipes a thumb across Isaac's full lower lip, the sound of that whine doing some pretty interesting things down below as he nuzzles the mark he's left on Isaac's neck, leaving his scent on him.