[Hector allows himself to be positioned according to Isaac's whims. If he fights, Isaac will lose his playfulness; being pliant gives Isaac space to explore him. He ends up where he wants to be anyways, with Isaac between his legs.
The rake of nails down his bare belly has him shuddering. He inhales sharply, and holds in the breath when Isaac pours the wine. He shivers in spite of his resolve to be still. His stomach isn't a particularly efficient cup for Isaac to sip from, but he tries to serve in this role that Isaac has put upon it.]
...you're doing a fine job thus far....
[Light or no, Isaac is sending every nerve in Hector's body firing. His legs spread further apart, and his ankles draw together around Isaac, instinctively trying to encircle him to keep this delicious torture going.]
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The rake of nails down his bare belly has him shuddering. He inhales sharply, and holds in the breath when Isaac pours the wine. He shivers in spite of his resolve to be still. His stomach isn't a particularly efficient cup for Isaac to sip from, but he tries to serve in this role that Isaac has put upon it.]
...you're doing a fine job thus far....
[Light or no, Isaac is sending every nerve in Hector's body firing. His legs spread further apart, and his ankles draw together around Isaac, instinctively trying to encircle him to keep this delicious torture going.]