Fucking you within an inch of your life-- what else?
[This is cause and effect at its most gratifying, Hector clamping down on his finger with every raw current of magic he jacks into him, those desperate little moans they're dragging from his throat making something in Isaac's chest tighten. There's no harm, as he sees it, in manipulating the sacrilegious magic already surging through his body to further an equally sacrilegious pleasure - what's another sin to the damned?
He channels more of it into his hand, as though moving through the process of calling up a tortured soul for the shaping, daring to advance from experimental little twinges to sending a more powerful jolt through him. Maybe someday, Isaac thinks, he'd find a way to manipulate the unbroken flow of Hector's own magic and have it pump aggressively where he wants it to -- but for now that remains a foggy, wine-dream and they have to make do with what they have.]
I shall hold you to your word. [He says with a crooked, knowing smirk, easing a second slickened finger inside and sawing them both in and out; as for when he'd come and collect, his smile will never say.]
no subject
[This is cause and effect at its most gratifying, Hector clamping down on his finger with every raw current of magic he jacks into him, those desperate little moans they're dragging from his throat making something in Isaac's chest tighten. There's no harm, as he sees it, in manipulating the sacrilegious magic already surging through his body to further an equally sacrilegious pleasure - what's another sin to the damned?
He channels more of it into his hand, as though moving through the process of calling up a tortured soul for the shaping, daring to advance from experimental little twinges to sending a more powerful jolt through him. Maybe someday, Isaac thinks, he'd find a way to manipulate the unbroken flow of Hector's own magic and have it pump aggressively where he wants it to -- but for now that remains a foggy, wine-dream and they have to make do with what they have.]
I shall hold you to your word. [He says with a crooked, knowing smirk, easing a second slickened finger inside and sawing them both in and out; as for when he'd come and collect, his smile will never say.]