[Their eyes lock and Isaac feels a snap of adrenaline that ends in a trill low in his gut. Hector knows better than to turn to him, and he knows better than to answer to the fierce tug of lust, but they're nearly chest to chest and thigh to thigh, with a full bottle of wine between them, and neither are backing down. There is rope up in the tower, but he'd rather take his time crafting a sleek whip meant for Hector alone, wanting to relish every moment he held it firm in his hands.]
Then, as lord... I demand that you yield.
[He lifts his hand away to frame Hector's face, sweeping his thumb down his lower lip, tenderly.]
...Show me, Hector, just how badly you have ached for me.
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Then, as lord... I demand that you yield.
[He lifts his hand away to frame Hector's face, sweeping his thumb down his lower lip, tenderly.]
...Show me, Hector, just how badly you have ached for me.