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

[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.]

[Taller wouldn't be difficult, Meyer, but that much taller?

Half-sprawled as he is there's not much he can do that won't interfere with Meyer getting his belt open-- which for obvious reasons he has no interest in stopping-- except to hook a leg loosely around the other man's.]

[Once he has Isaak's belt open, he wastes no time in going for the button and zipper of his pants, and once he has those undone, he slides a hand beneath Isaak's waistband slyly, almost teasingly, eyebrows raised with the suggestion of just where he intends for that hand to go next.]

[Isaak's managed to prop himself on his elbow, somewhat awkwardly; it's not precisely comfortable, but he's safely distracted and it suffices to let him meet Meyer's gaze, still wearing a wild grin.]

Now, seeing this, people might make assumptions.

[A little smile plays on his lips.]

They might. Good thing I don't intend to let anyone else see it.

[He's nothing if not discreet, after all. And as he slides his hands lower, now getting right down to the business of touching and exploring, it's obvious he has talented hands, too.]

[Well, Isaak is seeing plenty.

He hums, a note of pleasure and of assent that trails off into a sharply drawn breath, his head tipped back, shamelessly taking advantage of the situation. And, certainly, he has made some assumptions.

But this is hardly a showcase of his hospitality, is it? After a moment Isaak pushes himself up off the flat of the desk, tipping forward to catch Meyer's mouth roughly with his own, sliding his palm beneath the shorter man's waistband.]

[He's content enough to kiss back, tugging at Isaak's lower lip with his teeth a little, leaning into his touch. He's not an affectionate man by nature, but this has nothing to do with affection, nor will it ever, if either of them have anything to say about it. For all his careful manner of dressing, in a situation like this, he doesn't mind being seen a little disheveled, a little undressed -- it's obvious that he's fairly aggressive, when it comes to things like this.]

[You don't have much fun if you're not willing to get a little messy.

He can work with aggressive-- it's infinitely preferable not to have to do all the work, after all-- but he's hardly going to sit back himself. And, as turnabout is ever fair play, he moves his other hand up Meyer's back, dragging his nails none too gently over bare skin.]

[It's probably for the best that he enjoys being scratched and bitten just as much as he enjoys doing the scratching and biting. He's not under some kind of misguided impression that he loses power, somehow, by allowing other people to take control in a situation like this, but nor does he intend to fully give up control. There's a not so small part of him that relishes a bit of a power struggle, and he knows that, strangely, one of the best ways to hold power over someone is to give them pleasure.

Which is probably why he has no qualms at all about dropping to his knees on the floor in front of Isaak, and proving that he not only has talented hands, but also a talented mouth. Yes, he's very obviously done this before.]

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