[Isaac shows no intention of letting Hector up to fetch the oil, and Hector stays where he has been positioned. He too is trying to curb his reactions, but the quickened rise and fall of his chest and the pebble-hardness of his nipples, as well as the sharp hiss of his breathing in the otherwise silent cave give him away.
Hector gives his fairy a silent order, and the tiny hands fumble through his bag and deliver the bottle to him.
The hot mouth pressing near his tender, healing skin has him flinching involuntarily, breath hitching. Isaac moves lower, tracing the path of his blade the night before. Once he's out of range for Hector to kiss and suck, Hector lets his head drop back and his eyes screw shut. He feels dizzy from sensation and from weariness.
He reaches down to blindly fumble his belt open. His other hand brushes through Isaac's hair, caressing but not seizing. He has a sickly suspicion of the memories such a gesture could dredge up for Isaac.]
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Hector gives his fairy a silent order, and the tiny hands fumble through his bag and deliver the bottle to him.
The hot mouth pressing near his tender, healing skin has him flinching involuntarily, breath hitching. Isaac moves lower, tracing the path of his blade the night before. Once he's out of range for Hector to kiss and suck, Hector lets his head drop back and his eyes screw shut. He feels dizzy from sensation and from weariness.
He reaches down to blindly fumble his belt open. His other hand brushes through Isaac's hair, caressing but not seizing. He has a sickly suspicion of the memories such a gesture could dredge up for Isaac.]