[ He takes the fall in a surprisingly graceful sort of way, like a man that's used to tripping backwards, to being tossed around. The bed protests a bit at the abrupt weight. He shifts on the mattress, cool sheets against his skin as he looks up at him flushed with anticipation.
It's a fire that burns slowly at first, starts with the smallest spark, begins, feeds, grows. It's a wildfire that burns between them, destructive and hungry to consume it all and Isaac reaches up to grab his arm and tug him down fiercely.
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It's a fire that burns slowly at first, starts with the smallest spark, begins, feeds, grows. It's a wildfire that burns between them, destructive and hungry to consume it all and Isaac reaches up to grab his arm and tug him down fiercely.
We go together. ]