Isaac didn't need to see them to know he'd be feeling this all tomorrow. Each touch. Every scratch and bite. Loving the sensation, knowing he wouldn't take a breath the next day without thinking about this.

Rocking, his thrusts hard and quick. Taking him, knowing he won't last long. Not with the pain of the scratches, the tightness of Alan's body. It was overwhelming and every thrust making him gasps and whimper.