[Hector’s eyes flick to the cave’s entrance, but there’s no sign of intruders. This is just Isaac in a panic.
He grits his teeth, and forces himself not to take Isaac’s cursing as an invitation. What had Rosaly done for him, when Hector had worked himself into a state of alarm when they’d been together?
Soft, reassuring words, feather-light touches, and a steady presence to draw him out of his own head and back into the light. All things that Hector craves that he imagines Isaac would laugh off.
It’s hard to think with most of his blood still pumping in his cock, but Hector tries. Grounding. Distraction. A physical reminder of his presence that Isaac can’t ignore.
He crawls over to Isaac, who is scrubbing at his face, and reaches out to hook fingers into his collar to drag him down into a kiss. Biting, bruising, filled with the taste of coppery blood.]
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He grits his teeth, and forces himself not to take Isaac’s cursing as an invitation. What had Rosaly done for him, when Hector had worked himself into a state of alarm when they’d been together?
Soft, reassuring words, feather-light touches, and a steady presence to draw him out of his own head and back into the light. All things that Hector craves that he imagines Isaac would laugh off.
It’s hard to think with most of his blood still pumping in his cock, but Hector tries. Grounding. Distraction. A physical reminder of his presence that Isaac can’t ignore.
He crawls over to Isaac, who is scrubbing at his face, and reaches out to hook fingers into his collar to drag him down into a kiss. Biting, bruising, filled with the taste of coppery blood.]