wolfcub-mccall || Older!Verse (ver2)
Isaac bit down a bit hard on his lower lip, mainly because he’s trying to avoid the embarrassing sounds and moans that he’s sure will escape his lips as a result of what Scott’s doing. He knows just how sensitive his neck is, and that’s the first thing the alpha went for when they’d pulled out of the kiss. Isaac doesn’t protest, though, instead gripping into Scott’s shirt and allowing him to mark and suck as he pleased, closing his eyes and just focusing on the feeling of Scott’s lips against his skin. Because as much as he hated the teasing at his neck, he’d missed Scott’s marks far too much—he’d just missed feeling like he was his far too much.
He lets out a low breath of a chuckle at Scott’s words, I know, I know—of course he knew, he’d practically announced it Isaac’s first day back, back in the loft. “You always knew…” He murmurs. “I guess.. I knew too, I just tried to forget,” He admits. The beta whimpers when he feels Scott pull back and licks his lips, staring back down at him a bit nervously as he feels Scott’s eyes on him. Roaming over his features; it’s almost intimidating, but because it’s Scott, it isn’t. Because Isaac loves it when Scott looks at him, he’s always got this look of admiration in his eyes.
A small smile makes its way onto Isaac’s lips when Scott mentions his hair. He hadn’t done anything drastic, but it had grown enough to show the faint curls at the tips—well, when he hadn’t tamed it with the insane amount of gel product like he had been for the passed few days. “Yeah, you always did like it when it curled..” He murmurs, running his hands up over Scott’s shoulders so he could lean his body down a bit. “But you shouldn’t be one to talk, have you seen the mess you’ve grown on your head?” He snorts, running his hands into the back of Scott’s hair and tugging on it gently. “And your chin,” He chuckles, pecking the stubble which had seemed to be present since the day Isaac had arrived.
He smiles up at him, still craning his neck to get closer, he wants to memorize every little thing that’s changed, get reacquainted with everything Isaac, work out how they’ve changed as a unit and explore how they work together. That breath of laughter pulls a sigh from his lips, content and pleased that the other is finally accepting this, finally letting Scott back in.
"Mmhm," He affirms with a hum, "And I couldn’t forget. I couldn’t even- I-” His face colors and he ducks his head, shaking it with a laugh, figuring that was something Isaac didn’t need to know, “Never mind.”
He continues to take Isaac in, unwinding his hands from the wolf’s waist to set them over his front, exploring the form of his chest through his dress shirt and raising a brow, “Work out, Lahey?” Because fuck, no one’s chest should be that firm. That was, like, illegal, he swears. And then he’s thinking of all the other places he wants to explore with his mouth, Isaac’s chest definitely high up on that list, once he’s done with the expanse of his neck.
Isaac’s eyes still dart about like they used to, a tell that he’s thinking and thinking too much. His cheekbones are impossibly higher, even more defined, and he’s all angles and ethereal beauty now, having ditched his teenage lanky-ness somewhere along the way in the past years.
"Yeah, I still do." He lifts a hand from his chest, threading his fingers though the hair at the nape of his neck and lets out a snort. "I’m complimenting you, dude. And then you call my hair a mess? And hey! Shaving is hard!" He’d given up shaving all that often after he’d started growing facial hair. It was too inconvenient. All it took was one shift into his wolf-form and it was back again. He settles back against the cushions under Isaac’s palms, raising a brow. "So if I stay tonight," He begins, scratching lightly at the wolf’s scalp and voice bedroom-soft, "what happens tomorrow?"