[It will seem, for a while, that he's willing to think about closing his eyes too; Hector is reluctant to engage and the night isn't getting any younger. He tires of watching him and eases himself down over the rocks that jut from the floor like broken teeth. There's no way to settle without them digging into his ribs - and from the line of Hector's back, resembling a drawn, quivering bowstring, it's not hard to tell that the discomfort is mutual.]
...I am, am I?
[He doesn't care if Hector answers him this time, much in the same way he stops caring altogether when he shifts over and tucks himself into Hector, seeking heat and the familiarity of his angles and edges, seeking Hector's softness where he's just beginning to harden. An arm snakes around his waist, dipping to palm Hector through the leather of his pants and squeeze. It's meant to hurt - not fiercely, but enough for the hitch in his lungs he hopes to hear, and for Hector to listen, when his hot, feathering breath finds the shell of his ear.]
...Had anyone had you in that castle, of or against your will, I'd have killed them.
[The effect of his velvety growl may be spoiled somewhat by his shivering into Hector's back.]
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...I am, am I?
[He doesn't care if Hector answers him this time, much in the same way he stops caring altogether when he shifts over and tucks himself into Hector, seeking heat and the familiarity of his angles and edges, seeking Hector's softness where he's just beginning to harden. An arm snakes around his waist, dipping to palm Hector through the leather of his pants and squeeze. It's meant to hurt - not fiercely, but enough for the hitch in his lungs he hopes to hear, and for Hector to listen, when his hot, feathering breath finds the shell of his ear.]
...Had anyone had you in that castle, of or against your will, I'd have killed them.
[The effect of his velvety growl may be spoiled somewhat by his shivering into Hector's back.]