[Isaac's lips push together, a hard, white line carved into his face.
The only thing more unexpected than hearing himself ask for - beg for - what he does and nearly convincing himself that he'd throw what's left of his pride and dignity for it, is being refused, and by a man seething with lust. By Hector.
He doesn't know what to do.
Nothing seems like it's really happening. Half-pushed and half-leaning back, he expects for the bottom of this fever dream to drop out and for him to fall through, to fall back into his body. Waking, like he has before, once or twice, to the reality that he isn't alone and there really is a succubus or incubus on him, grinding down on him, feeding off his energy. But the rocks burrowing into his shoulderblades and the goosebumps that chase the chill sweeping across his neck and chest feel real. And, lust or not, he's more wired than he should be for scraping by on a few hours of sleep.
He bristles when Hector mounts him, legs framing his hips. Like the victor. Were this anyone else, he'd have thought about twisting his fist and tearing their dick from the rest of their body, lodging it down their howling throat. And for just a moment, while Isaac stares into the face looming over his, Hector does become someone else, something else, his features flickering so subtly, shifting out of alignment, throwing everything he thinks he knows into question. It's like the spores all over again, filling his throat and lungs and every hollow in his skull.
His hands shift to brace Hector's waist when the man lies on top of him, the magic in Hector's blood and bones vibrating at a keening frequency in harmony with his own. Isaac shivers into him at the sly sting of teeth catching his earlobe, at his voice as it slides, boldly, under all the layers of scar tissue he's built up and pries them loose, lifting them away, wanting and not wanting and twisting his face away. A twitch curls his lip, his muscles tightening like an uncocked spring.
Then comes a knee-jerk burst of power, an effort to heave Hector off him, to flip him onto his back.]
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The only thing more unexpected than hearing himself ask for - beg for - what he does and nearly convincing himself that he'd throw what's left of his pride and dignity for it, is being refused, and by a man seething with lust. By Hector.
He doesn't know what to do.
Nothing seems like it's really happening. Half-pushed and half-leaning back, he expects for the bottom of this fever dream to drop out and for him to fall through, to fall back into his body. Waking, like he has before, once or twice, to the reality that he isn't alone and there really is a succubus or incubus on him, grinding down on him, feeding off his energy. But the rocks burrowing into his shoulderblades and the goosebumps that chase the chill sweeping across his neck and chest feel real. And, lust or not, he's more wired than he should be for scraping by on a few hours of sleep.
He bristles when Hector mounts him, legs framing his hips. Like the victor. Were this anyone else, he'd have thought about twisting his fist and tearing their dick from the rest of their body, lodging it down their howling throat. And for just a moment, while Isaac stares into the face looming over his, Hector does become someone else, something else, his features flickering so subtly, shifting out of alignment, throwing everything he thinks he knows into question. It's like the spores all over again, filling his throat and lungs and every hollow in his skull.
His hands shift to brace Hector's waist when the man lies on top of him, the magic in Hector's blood and bones vibrating at a keening frequency in harmony with his own. Isaac shivers into him at the sly sting of teeth catching his earlobe, at his voice as it slides, boldly, under all the layers of scar tissue he's built up and pries them loose, lifting them away, wanting and not wanting and twisting his face away. A twitch curls his lip, his muscles tightening like an uncocked spring.
Then comes a knee-jerk burst of power, an effort to heave Hector off him, to flip him onto his back.]