[Hector sags into the mattress, boneless and content. Isaac’s taunts can’t pierce his post-coital armor.
He reaches out and brushes his fingers against Isaac’s side, almost in disbelief as he murmurs.]
If I’d known you could do that, I’d have been fucking you the entire time we were generals.
[He wants Isaac to stay, so that Hector can offer himself up for whatever encore there could be in the morrow when the wine no longer dampens Isaac. Asking might drive him away, though. Better to let Isaac claim a place here than to offer it to him.
Hector nestled into the blankets, burrowing to the side so that a length of bed remains for Isaac’s taking.]
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He reaches out and brushes his fingers against Isaac’s side, almost in disbelief as he murmurs.]
If I’d known you could do that, I’d have been fucking you the entire time we were generals.
[He wants Isaac to stay, so that Hector can offer himself up for whatever encore there could be in the morrow when the wine no longer dampens Isaac. Asking might drive him away, though. Better to let Isaac claim a place here than to offer it to him.
Hector nestled into the blankets, burrowing to the side so that a length of bed remains for Isaac’s taking.]