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Bornes gave a murr in response to the lighting of his cigarette by Isiah's cigarette. A murr was a type of growl that was almost like a dog version of a purr. Not mad, but not entirely that happy either, just content at the moment.

"You waste my cigarettes," he whined softly, dispelling the smoke as he spoke.
His tail began to wag slowly of its own volition on the mattress behind them.
"I can not drink without smoking," he explained. "And I like drinking," his voice lowered in volume, his last words rolling smoothly from his tongue.
He gave another murr from his throat, bringing his right hand to Isiah's neck and pushing his head back down onto Bornes' lap as nonchalantly as putting a piece of silverware back where it belonged.

Afterward he took his cigarette from his mouth and held it between his two fingers a bit. With both of them smoking he didn't have to be so paranoid about how often he inhaled his own. Though, he didn't have to be paranoid at all, because he knew he was set and wouldn't be drinking any more.

His face was red and he laid his hand down on Isiah's side, watching the man again.

Bornes chuffed.
"It feels better this way, no?" He broke eye contact and brought the cig to his face again, taking a quick drag before resuming his last pose, this time looking straight ahead instead, The thought flickered by that he wanted a girl right now. But the body laying on him didn't feel too different. And he already knew this man, didn't need any cheesy pick up lines or extra cash.

He got smacked out of his thoughts with the playful gnaw.
"Eh? Am I your chewtoy?" He let out a playful growl, his the pace of his tail wag quickening. "You do not want me to return that. My teeth are sharper than yours."

"Oh you can?" Bornes stated, not believing him. He didn't know why he didn't believe Isiah, being as Isiah was a fighter and all. Perhaps Bornes was too busy being full of himself at that time.

He inhaled the second hand smoke, closing his eyes momentarily has he smelled it. But he didn't forget what Isiah had hinted at, and after he was done, Bornes bent downward.

The hybrid went right for Isiah's newly exposed neck--although he was slow about it-- and put his lips over it, licking it once first and beginning to slowly chomp down second. He could feel the skin pinch between his teeth, and simply waited for when Isiah showed he would give. To Bornes, it was simply to prove Isiah wrong, that Q's teeth were in fact sharper, so he only bit, did not suck or lick any more than he had too. Although some drool did escape. Skin tasted rather good to Bornes. And he had not eaten much... But this was Isiah's neck, he had to control himself. He was no cannibal.

Bornes' tail stopped when Isiah's hand began to wander. Bornes liked what he heard. He could hear the moan, and the way Isiah breathed, and he could feel the blood pulsing through the heat in Isiah's neck.

The hybrid let out another short murr, though it was soft, and moved his head toward Isiah's shoulder. He didn't want to leave a mark that would embarass him later. He was at least that cognizant. Isiah could cover his shoulder with a shirt. Bornes bit down again at Isiah's shoulder, his tongue licking the skin between his teeth softly, tasting Isiah and his sweat and the dirt that had never been washed away. He exhaled slowly through his mouth ontop of the soon-to-form bruise, sucking in air again only to bite down on the same spot harder and repeat the process. His tail began to twitch, his left hand keeping him balanced in the bed, his right moving to explore Isiah's chest, the cigarette still wasting away in between his two fingers.

It took a moment to figure out exactly why Isiah was moving-- he took his mouth from the man, breathing through his mouth. He looked dumbly downward as Isiah pulled his shirt out with his teeth, and thought to take a quick puff of his own cigarette before he continued to do anything else, giving his own little grunt of approval after finally figuring it out.

His cigarette was nearly gone, so he figured he could take this break to finish it off. Afterward he flicked it away and brought his right hand to gently take Isiah's cigarette from his as well. Bornes took the last drag of it and held it in his mouth, tossing the cancer stick away haphazardly.

He bent down again, his right hand on Isiah's ear and and supporting his head as Bornes kissed Isiah. Should Isiah not open his mouth, Bornes would push it open with his tongue so they could share the last drag of the cigarette in that kiss.

When the smoke was all used up, Bornes forcefully continued, his hand pushing Isiah's face more into his own while his legs instictively spread beneath Isiah's body.

He then pulled away with a soft pant, but his head came back down to allow his tongue to play with Isiah's right ear. As he did this, Bornes' sunglasses fell from the top of his head, clattering on the ground. He paid no attention to the sound, his legs spreading wider.

This position was not going to be good for much else, but he didn't really want to move.

Currently his left hand was free. He took his tail and dragged toward Isiah for seemingly no reason, then cradled Isiah's head with that hand so his right could playfully drag down Isiah's chest to his abdomen, teasing the man, as Bornes felt no need to go down into his pants.

Bornes moved with Isiah easily enough, but let out a gasp when he was wrapped around Isiah, held up off the ground. He closed his eyes as he was kissed, not fighting back while he leaned against the wall, his hand on either side of Isiah, pulling him closer.

But soon Bornes grew tired of being submissive. It was not his thing during foreplay and he did not feel comfortable for long in that place.
He pushed Isiah's face away with a grunt, but continued to breathe through his mouth while his hands went to Isiah's, trying to smoothly peel them away so Bornes could gain his freedom. He could've easily said something, but he preferred to stay silent, lest the moment go away.

Once Bornes had his boots back on the ground, he growled again, his tail rising and wagging slowly before he forcefully pushed Isiah onto the ground, Bornes on his knees atop of the man.

Both his hands went from Isiah's neck to his thighs before quickly unbuttoning the man's pants and waiting for the prize.

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Once their debauch had ended the two curled up on the cot- Isiah beneath and Q above. Isiah had rested Q's head on his chest, combing through his hair lazily, wearing a broad smile of drunken satisfaction. He hooked one of his legs around Q's, yawning lazily behind one of his hands, eyes half shut. "When are you supposed to go food hunting with Kaegan?"