Had anyone had ever told him Hector would one day strip down and cant his hips, presenting himself like a gift to be opened, Isaac would've thrown back his head and laughed. But there's no laughter now, not a single word, as he watches, mesmerized, a slippery finger and then a second sink inside Hector, disappearing past his middle knuckles. Making room for him.
Isaac doesn't rebel. Spit sticks in his throat when he finally swallows, his chest going tight as he approaches like a siren-sung man to shipwreck. Every inch of his own bare skin prickles, eager.]
...from whom did you learn this pretty trick? [He questions Hector with a sideways look, a smile almost teasing the corner of his mouth, while plunging a hand down the front of his leather trousers. He carelessly pulls himself free, throbbing in his fist and already dripping precome.]
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Had anyone had ever told him Hector would one day strip down and cant his hips, presenting himself like a gift to be opened, Isaac would've thrown back his head and laughed. But there's no laughter now, not a single word, as he watches, mesmerized, a slippery finger and then a second sink inside Hector, disappearing past his middle knuckles. Making room for him.
Isaac doesn't rebel. Spit sticks in his throat when he finally swallows, his chest going tight as he approaches like a siren-sung man to shipwreck. Every inch of his own bare skin prickles, eager.]
...from whom did you learn this pretty trick? [He questions Hector with a sideways look, a smile almost teasing the corner of his mouth, while plunging a hand down the front of his leather trousers. He carelessly pulls himself free, throbbing in his fist and already dripping precome.]