[Hector's words simmer with something Isaac can only interpret as resentment. He's resigning himself to being fucked out of principle more than anything else, he supposes. But so be it; he's earned this. It's his turn to collect - and his body is as recklessly determined as it has ever been, lightening trembling under his skin as he settles behind Hector, wanting him with the same primal, voltaic rush of need as he did first time. He guides the knob of his cock to him, lets his eyes slip shut as he makes to push inside him.
In that darkness, he sees teeth. A steely flash of teeth and blood and a clawed arm thrusting out for his neck, his knife jerking up and down through the air. A log splits in the fire and he snaps back to awareness, flinching and angry, sinking the nails of one hand into Hector's hip and bracing him harder than he needs to.]
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In that darkness, he sees teeth. A steely flash of teeth and blood and a clawed arm thrusting out for his neck, his knife jerking up and down through the air. A log splits in the fire and he snaps back to awareness, flinching and angry, sinking the nails of one hand into Hector's hip and bracing him harder than he needs to.]