defies_reason | ⚔ i thought we might have a little chat.

International trade. Hmm.

[That really only means one thing where he comes from, and he has the distinct feeling that things can't be so very different in Isaak's time, but it would be rude to downright accuse the guy of being involved in anything shady.]

Doing things on a smaller scale does allow you more time to enjoy yourself.

[More than any shame or fear of stigma, Isaak doesn't talk about what he did at home because it bores him. Drugs and women made him rich, but it's been a long time since the thrill of flaunting the law has had an effect. At home, he'd had one thing to live for.]

And I do,

[he agrees, in a tone warm with amusement.]

Should I ask how you enjoy yourself, or should I guess?

[He can guess, at least to some extent. That doesn't mean he's above flirting, in his own strange way.]

I suspect you could come to an appropriate conclusion.

I suspect I could, but where's the fun in that?

Oh, I think there's quite a lot to be had.

[His voice is low and breathy, and at last he lets his gaze drop-- not to look away, but to look Meyer up and down.]

Are you suggesting something?

[There, finally, is the blush that he's known would show up at some point or another. Still, he doesn't look away, either.]

I thought you already had.

[How terribly incriminating.]

I suppose I did.

[Enough so that he's taking several steps closer to Isaak, at the very least.]

[Pleased, he lifts his chin a bit. Isn't this easier when you cop to it, Meyer?]

Do remind me, what was it you were watching?

[Kinky businessmen, wasn't it? He doesn't really need the reminder. His teasing is gentle, and anything but innocent.]

Somehow I think you remember perfectly well.

[He'd remember something like that, anyway. And never let it be said that he can't appreciate teasing, at least judging from the somewhat pleased, somewhat embarrassed expression on his face. He's not generally one to make the first move -- he's already stepped far out of his comfort zone, as it is, but taking risks has paid off this month remarkably well so far.]

[Isaak hums agreeably-- somewhere between an assent and a dismissal of the topic-- and leans forward. The's an advantage to having a long reach; between the confines of the office and the distance Meyer has already closed, he ought to be able to grab the younger man by the front of his jacket and pull him nearer. Just a bit aggressive. He suspects that won't be taken amiss.]

[Isaak would be right in that suspicion; if he wanted to break away from being grabbed by his jacket, it wouldn't be difficult, but he has no interest in breaking away at all. He's content to let himself be pulled nearer, smiling up at Isaak -- it's a genuine smile, but there's still something sharp and predatory in it nevertheless -- noting, not for the first time, just how tall Isaak is. He runs a hand down Isaak's shoulder and arm, almost casually, wondering just what's gotten into him.]

[If he really wanted to break away, he likely wouldn't have come this far.

Were Meyer more hesitant, Isaak might be less abrupt-- it's not quite roughness, at least not yet. But he has a suspicion the younger man is less of a stranger to this sort of thing than he might have pretended at first. And, if not, he seems the sort who'd speak up if he wasn't enjoying himself.

He is anything but timid, setting a hand on Meyer's hip and teasing his fingers below the waistband, trying to gauge how far and how fast to take things.]

[He's not remotely a stranger to this sort of thing, but he's never felt the need to advertise that fact. Even now, he's not advertising it so much as tacitly letting Isaak think what he wants -- which, in all fairness, is completely correct.

Once he commits to doing something, he almost always commits fully, and that's why he doesn't shy away from the hand on his hip. Instead, he simply slides his hands underneath Isaak's jacket, either simply for the sake of exploring, or to urge the jacket off, either option sounds good to him. There's a sense of purpose in his movements, but there's still that blush on his cheeks just the same.]

[He laughs-- a short, low, breathy bark of a laugh, because Isaak leads a selfish life here and this is exactly the sort of situation he likes. Sudden and unemotional and deliciously tense, and blush or not Meyer clearly isn't a complete innocent.

He'll shrug out of the jacket if the younger man can fumble the button open, while methodically untucking Meyer's shirt to expose a bit of skin.]

[Buttons are easy enough to deal with that he can open them one-handed, which probably lends credence to Isaak's belief that he isn't a complete innocent, but it gets rid of Isaak's jacket quickly enough. He doesn't mind having his shirt untucked, nor does he at all feel embarrassed by reaching up and tugging Isaak down for a kiss, should Isaak choose to acquiesce to it -- it's not the romantic kind, not at all, in fact, it's downright aggressive.]

[He wouldn't have initiated a kiss, but he retaliates readily in kind. With the top of his collar already undone-- his habitual state of being-- he's already artfully mussed when the jacket falls off his shoulders. He leans forward, weight on his feet (though he doesn't straighten up to stand; the height difference would be a bit awkward), shifting to free his arms fully, and certainly not complaining when the motion presses their bodies closer.]

[He knows that kissing strikes some as very intimate, a kind of intimacy they usually wouldn't want from something like this, but to him, it's no more or less intimate than anything else, as long as he doesn't intend it to be. There's nothing romantic about this, so kissing means very little, beyond feeling good.

He's always admired those who could pull off the artfully mussed look, but he isn't one of them himself. That just means he has quite a bit more clothing than most people to get rid of. He breaks the kiss, but only for the sake of nipping at Isaak's neck -- he's always had a fascination with biting, and is inclined towards it unless told to do otherwise.]

[No matter. Call him old fashioned, but he does rather enjoy undressing a well-dressed man.

The nip wins a faint gasp-- and not of displeasure-- as Isaak works his way toward removing Meyer's shirt in turn.]

[Well then. That noise is encouraging, and just warrants another nip, a harder one this time, seeing just how far he can push it. He's always been one to push at boundaries, although usually slightly more subtly than this. However, he's also of the opinion that being subtle while in the process of being undressed in someone's office is pointless.]

[Can you blame him, enjoying the novelty of the unexpected? There's a world of room between curious and eager, a spectrum on which he might pleasantly have misjudged Meyer's spot.

He'll put up with the nips with nothing more than a chuckle, an unconscious buck of his hips in the narrow space between the desk edge and the other man, while continuing his crusade against being overdressed.

Really, it's fortunate that no one else has a key to this office.]

[He generally hides any kind of eagerness so well, which might explain why his employees are continually trying to set him up on dates -- or worse, hiring strippers for him -- but, in private, eagerness and aggression come out in equal force.

The crusade against being overdressed may take some time, but Isaak will persevere in the end. If there's a moment where he has to break away from Isaak slightly to get rid of his shoulder holster, which undoubtedly has a loaded gun in it (he goes everywhere armed, it's a habit from back home) he'll be back soon enough, getting the buttons open all the way on Isaak's shirt so that he can run his hands -- and then his fingernails -- across Isaak's chest.]

[The stripper event must have been a riot-- he's rather sorry to have missed having a laugh-- but really, that sort of thing is hardly their business. And clearly it's a wasted worry.

The fact that Isaak doesn't have a gun on his person is remarkable; and certainly doesn't imply that there is not one within reach. Which is to say he doesn't bat an eye at the weapon.

He arches back at that touch, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, wearing a wild-eyed grin, one hand keeping balance on the desk, the other shamelessly on Meyer's ass.]

[The fact that Isaak's leaned against the desk certainly helps with the height difference issue, but really, he's sure they'd find a way around it somehow -- he's had plenty of practice with people taller than he is, after all.

It just gives him the opportunity to press a little closer to Isaak, and use the hand not currently set on leaving fingernail marks on Isaak's chest to drop lower, deftly going for Isaak's belt buckle -- he can undo that one handed, too.]

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