Yeah, he was definitely happy for the looseness of the scrub pants. Isaiah read both texts more than once, heat clenching somewhere south of his stomach at the thought of it. He should not want Jasper this much, it was stupid to want him like this, but none of that seemed to change the ache at the fact he couldn't roll over and reach for Jasper. That no matter how hard he wished, Jasper wasn't there.
He should stop this. Right now it was just vaguely hot, some nice dirty talk from a one-night stand. But if he kept going... Shit, Isaiah didn't know what it would become, but he'd bet money it wouldn't be easy to get out of.
id bend you over a speaker and fuck you while you played. make you keep going, just 2 see howl ong you could go.
And then, because he had to admit it, even if it meant nothing, a few moments later: