He let his hand pet through Isaac's hair, licking at his lips as he watched that mouth work over him until it moved up too high for him to comfortably watch. So he stopped, but he kept his hand moving through his hair, kept his other sliding down over his back. He could feel him pressing against his thighs, curious about how he'd feel settled between them. Or maybe how he'd feel riding him like this.

The thought had him tightening his grip, a soft sigh of his own leaving him from both the images and the mouth moving along his skin. "You planning on leaving a mark?"