↳ “You’re leaving?” He straightened up, a frown tugging his mouth downwards. It felt sudden, unpleasantly so.
The feeling of company had grown so stable and pleasant that Isaac had gotten somewhat used to it, as much as he didn’t wish to admit it, and now Cooper was itching to get back to his father, to the Wastes. It was a reasonable desire, but the thought left Isaac feeling petulant and pretty selfish. Finally, he had someone good around, someone who wouldn’t judge him for his habits, someone who wasn’t awful in bed, someone interesting to talk to. And he was heading off.
Before he could manage, though, Isaac was on his feet and crossing over to the man, slipping into the doorway and blocking his path. He wore a devilish grin.
“Not without a kiss, you aren’t.”
He was sure to convey a sense of possessiveness when they locked lips - while Cooper wasn’t his property by any means (far too much of a roamer for that), Isaac wasn’t about to be forgotten and tossed aside like another lay, despite that pretty much being what he was. One hand cupped his cheek and the other tugged him closer by his belt loop, their kiss insistent, firm. Made to be memorable. He hoped Cooper’s lips tingled for as long as he knew his would.