Re: Dean and Isaac
Dean smiled at the moan, the way Isaac's nipples hardened at his teasing. He was enjoying the way the shy, awkward guy from the bar had disappeared, leaving behind this sensual, responsive creature. He was gorgeous under the lights, skin becoming damp with their efforts, and Dean was drunk enough--and turned on enough--to want to touch him all over, to lick the sweat from the back of his neck.
He was never like this with dudes. He'd always been the responsive one, getting off on being manhandled by someone bigger and stronger than himself. But something about Isaac made him want to fill that other role--the one he played with women. Aggressive. Sexual. Even predatory, though not in a creeper way.
Fingers pinched Isaac's nipples and then slid down the ridged abdominal muscles, past the waistband of his jeans.