[Hector is better prepared for Isaac's entry this time around, both in knowing what to expect and having been prepped. Isaac shoves in, and Hector groans and ducks his head down between his arms. The pressure and relief and shame and anger have his eyes watering, and that's not something to let Isaac catch sight of.]
Yes, do it! [He grunts. His ass, slick and worked open, is ready, and he's greedy for it now. He can lose his thoughts of Rosaly and his aching heart in the pure animal rushing of blood to his cock.
He braces himself on one arm, muscles flexing with the strain of supporting his weight against Isaac's force, so that he can get a hand between his legs to frantically stroke. There's a steady breathy pant of 'yes'es streaming from his lips.]
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Yes, do it! [He grunts. His ass, slick and worked open, is ready, and he's greedy for it now. He can lose his thoughts of Rosaly and his aching heart in the pure animal rushing of blood to his cock.
He braces himself on one arm, muscles flexing with the strain of supporting his weight against Isaac's force, so that he can get a hand between his legs to frantically stroke. There's a steady breathy pant of 'yes'es streaming from his lips.]