[He hums his pleasure, an eye still on him while he drinks.]
...Indeed.
[There isn't a man alive, he thinks, who could say no to another man laid out like a sumptuous banquet, this exposed and trusting. He doesn't need to spread him to consider what he's working with, but he can't take his hands off him either way, feathering his middle finger along his taint to the soft of his balls and back, feeling a clenching in his guts when he stops to sweep his thumb over the furled skin of his hole. That Hector doesn't seem scandalized in all this is as surprising as the fact that he himself remains soft and that he has made his peace, mostly, with the dampening effect of the alcohol. His hand is that much unsteadier when he dribbles wine onto Hector again, some of it sliding down his spine and his crack. Isaac nips hungrily at an ass cheek and moves to lay broad swaths of spit around and over his hole without thinking twice of it, as if it's what he's always done, tasting the rawness of Hector and wine. He has nothing but time, now, to go with his unusual generosity, fingers wrapping around Hector's cock and tugging to a lazy rhythm.]
no subject
...Indeed.
[There isn't a man alive, he thinks, who could say no to another man laid out like a sumptuous banquet, this exposed and trusting. He doesn't need to spread him to consider what he's working with, but he can't take his hands off him either way, feathering his middle finger along his taint to the soft of his balls and back, feeling a clenching in his guts when he stops to sweep his thumb over the furled skin of his hole. That Hector doesn't seem scandalized in all this is as surprising as the fact that he himself remains soft and that he has made his peace, mostly, with the dampening effect of the alcohol. His hand is that much unsteadier when he dribbles wine onto Hector again, some of it sliding down his spine and his crack. Isaac nips hungrily at an ass cheek and moves to lay broad swaths of spit around and over his hole without thinking twice of it, as if it's what he's always done, tasting the rawness of Hector and wine. He has nothing but time, now, to go with his unusual generosity, fingers wrapping around Hector's cock and tugging to a lazy rhythm.]