[If Hector knew that Isaac was, in this moment, thinking about the Belmont, he would be furious. But he is blissfully unaware and aware only of bliss.

He shudders, his overheated cock missing the warmth of Isaac's hand when he releases him.]

Do you...want to know it? I would do it...for you....if you permitted.

[He pants, voice hoarse and needy. He has been allowed to do so little for Isaac, though it is hard to complain when that finger presses in, filling him. Hector tries to press backwards, eager for more.]

I'll give you...whatever pleasure you'll accept....