[All this time Hector has spent wanting to touch Isaac in gentle caresses, to taste his skin, to drink up the sight of him and be allowed to murmur sweet nothings...all these long months, and all he needed do was submit and let Isaac do all of those things to him. It's a startling realization, and Hector feels entirely unbalanced by it.
The fairy hovers above them, flying in little circles and sending faint flickering candlelight spilling down upon them. Shadows dance across Isaac's face, and Hector looks up at him from where Isaac has positioned him, as a supplicant.]
You need renounce nothing to have me. I am here for the taking.
[Isaac sips at the wine, but Hector writhes against him with a deeper, darker thirst.]
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The fairy hovers above them, flying in little circles and sending faint flickering candlelight spilling down upon them. Shadows dance across Isaac's face, and Hector looks up at him from where Isaac has positioned him, as a supplicant.]
You need renounce nothing to have me. I am here for the taking.
[Isaac sips at the wine, but Hector writhes against him with a deeper, darker thirst.]