[For once, Isaac doesn’t dig his fingers into the wound he finds on Hector. In the awkwardness of their mutual retreat, he’s grateful for that.
Isaac takes charge over his cock and Hector lets him, leaning back against the stone, legs still splayed open.]
Do you want me like before?
[On his knees, ass up, like a dog in heat. He’s too flushed and hard to be ashamed by the memory of it.
He makes to shift his legs around Isaac so he can turn over. Better for both of them that way, not to fool themselves into thinking of any future in this.]
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Isaac takes charge over his cock and Hector lets him, leaning back against the stone, legs still splayed open.]
Do you want me like before?
[On his knees, ass up, like a dog in heat. He’s too flushed and hard to be ashamed by the memory of it.
He makes to shift his legs around Isaac so he can turn over. Better for both of them that way, not to fool themselves into thinking of any future in this.]