Maybe Isaac had known this was what he'd find. Maybe something in him had recognized that scent from the time before, when that over needy bite had turned into so much more. Yet when he came through the window to find Alan splayed out, playing with himself, all he had said before flooded back to Isaac.

Thoughts of him talking about Isaac taking him. Of Isaac offering himself up to the hunter who was laying there, smiling at him. Smiling. God, how was it that he could be mostly naked, jerking himself, and what Isaac finds himself captivated by but his smile?

At least for a moment. Until that bright blue gaze slid down over the long limbs, tight muscles and silken skin.

"Fuck. Alan."

Grabbing his shirt, he tugged it by his shoulders up and over his head, tossing it aside. Sliding up over the end of the bed, he considered his options as he leaned in, nuzzling at the curve of his calf, staring up the length of Alan's body at his movements.

"Don't let me stop you," he whispered, fingers sliding up his thighs to grip the hem of the fabric. Grinning up at him he started dragging the briefs down his legs. "Though I'm curious what you're thinking about."

Obviously Alan had created a monster.