His eyes open when he hears the sigh. Barely hears it that is. The beat of the music was nearly deafening but being this close made it easier to pick up on those tiny sounds. Alex takes the permission given, dragging his lips down to another point on his neck, closer to his pulse and then he kisses, more teeth than tongue before he sucks at the bruised skin, a softer kiss to follow. Then he leans back on his heels, blinking up at Isaiah when his hand settles at the side of his face.
Alex doesn’t know what to do with the gentle touch, wide eyes locked on Isaiah’s as his thumb brushes across his mouth. His already flushed face turns crimson when he leans so hard into the priest get up and Alex wishes he had his usual wit about him, but between the alcohol and Isaiah’s remark he’s rendered silent.
And then Isaiah does something to get him to break that silence. Alex gasps, his arms folding more securely around Isaiah’s neck when he’s pulled in and he reciprocates in kind. Alex tilts his head to better accommodate for Isaiah, lips parting and hips pressed down into his thigh as Alex takes advantage of all that he offers. He swipes his tongue across Isaiah’s, breaking apart to take in a shuddery breath when he starts to get dizzy from well, everything.
“Okay fuck.” He laughs, nervous and excited as he shifts, one hand grabbing his wrist and moving them a little further from the center of the dance floor, stopping to lean heavily on Isaiah for a moment to catch his breath, “Not even the slightest bit nervous about the PDA?” Alex asks while slipping closer against him, one eyebrow quirked in either a challenge or curiosity.
Isaiah enjoys the kiss, moving it along easily. He presses his tongue against Alex’s lips, then, once allowed, into his mouth to explore. Acutely aware of the music, the people, Isaiah is already thinking about several different options on what to do here. The hottest would to be throw all caution to the wind and just stick his hand down Alex’s pants here and now, but he sensed the other man’s nerves and even he wasn’t sure he was ready to go that far.
The other options were to take him to the bathroom, but Isaiah didn’t carry lube around on him, so it was another thing that wouldn’t exactly work out. The car, then, or the motel. Either or would do, he decided, thinking this over while he kisses Alex. He’s nothing if not pragmatic, after all.
When the other man pulls away, Isaiah sighs again, rubbing the back of Alex’s neck gently while he’s lead away.
“Won’t be in town long enough to worry ‘bout what these folks think’a me.” He murmurs, leaning over to speak directly in Alex’s ear again, his lips dancing against his ear. “But, uh...”
Isaiah kisses behind his ear, dotting them down his neck, rubbing his other hand up and down Alex’s chest.
“Might be nicer if we went out t’my car. I’d like t’have you, uh,” and he laughs, dark and low, “if you’d allow it, I’d like t’see you sitting in my lap.”
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