[ Isaac murmurs a quiet "okay" into his skin, pressing another kiss in after that. His hand takes it's time, starting to splay back up his stomach as he takes his mouth into another kiss. There's a thrill that works itself up in his chest, makes his heart jump precariously into his throat. All his hands do is slowly slide over his skin, finding every outward jut of bone or plane of muscle, touching, passing over with a sweep of his thumb. Memorizing. ]
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