Hector allowed himself to put his book down momentarily and lean back on the sofa to soak up the sun's rays. It has been months since Lenore stepped into the sun and left him in this world alone. A part of him still missed her. A small part. While she enslaved him, and he would never forgive her for betraying him, a part of him had genuinely connected with her. It was the first time he felt a personal connection with a being he hadn't forged from the dead. He saw vampires, and humans by default in a way he never had before he met her. And while he wasn't sure if that was a positive or negative vision, he wasn't sure. Blowing out a long breath, Hector stretched his aching muscles, sore from sitting in one place for too long, as he pondered if there was another place in the afterlife other than hell for anyone he knew, including himself. He'd never considered it a forgemaster, but he hoped it would be peaceful and safe if such a place existed. And that Lenore was there, enjoying its comforts. Sighing and shaking her from his thoughts, Hector turned back to his book when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Isaac leaned against the doorway to the library, Abel lurking behind him, watching Hector with a soft look on his face. The look was odd on Isaac because Hector didn't know he could be gentle until recently. Sure, he almost always spoke in a soft and calm tone, his voice sounding like every word he spun were words of wisdom, but anyone who listened to him knew his words were always sharp as the lashings Isaac dealt himself. At times, it unnerved him to see this new side of Isaac, but he could see the good it was doing them both as they navigated their new lives and purpose.

"What are you doing there? Are you keeping an eye on me still?" Hector asked as a joke to break the tension that started to build the longer they looked at each other. He looked handsome as ever. Despite the cold weather, Isaac embraced it with his artfully done thin, long tunics and slacks native to his warmer homeland. His clothes hung loose on him, yet they accentuated his build. A low heat had started to unfurl in his stomach at the sight of Isaac. Hector was pretty inexperienced, but he wasn't naive. He knew what that meant as he experienced something similar with Lenore, though not nearly as intense as he felt around Isaac. He was drowning in confusion as he couldn't explain why or how these feelings developed because while they shared a lot in common, they were never close, more colleagues than friends. He wanted to believe that it was because he now knew what it felt like to be intimate with someone else, and his body was just craving the touch of another being, but he couldn't explain why desire plagued him only with Isaac. If it was just intimacy he craved, why didn't he feel any urge with the other humans or vampires littering the castle? All his questions paled before the biggest one: Why did Isaac look like he desired him, too? An intense fear gripped him when he thought of how fast things were changing between him and Isaac, so he shoved his feelings aside and seized the new peace he was building more ruthlessly, lest it escape his fingers so soon.

"I have been busy the past few days and haven't seen you. I wanted to check on you to see how you are doing," Isaac said, bringing Hector's attention back to him.

"I'm not going anywhere or doing anything nefarious, you know."

"That isn't what I meant," Isaac whispered, shaking his head. Hector knew what he meant, but he pretended to be ignorant.

"What were you busy with?" He was desperate for a change in conversation. Isaac moved from the doorway toward him, keeping his eyes locked on him while Abel followed in silence.

"I was busy setting up the hall for teaching. It has been difficult to keep the humans and vampires on good terms; they can seldom share a castle, let alone a room. Though, I can hardly blame them," Isaac sighed. Hector tensed up as he came closer to him, invading his space. If Isaac could see him tense, he ignored it as he sat on the other end of the sofa. Abel took up station behind them, watching with an expression that seemed to say he knew what was happening between him and Isaac. He sat up with his heart rattling, settling his feet on the ground to put more space between him and Isaac.

"It will take a while to trust one another if possible. I hope that it is."

"How is your book coming along? It could be helpful during lessons."

"Oh, I doubt that. I'm writing it more for myself than for others. A project that will help me remember my mistakes." A band started to twist around his heart as memories of the past few months flooded his mind. Before he could be lost in the grief and pain, Isaac placed his hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Heat started to spread from where they touched, causing tingling to zap up his arm.

"We all make mistakes. Perhaps telling your story will help someone before they make a mistake," said Isaac, drawing circles on Hector's hand with his thumb. Hector could barely hear Isaac, his breath hitching as Isaac's soft touch kept assaulting him with sensations.

"I suppose we'll see. It can't hurt. I'll give you a copy when I'm done writing." Hector forced his gaze from their hands to look at Isaac's face, trying to discern what this man was thinking. However, his heart was thrown into more chaos as he looked at the soft smile on his face. Isaac had been watching his reactions and, at a glance, seemed to like what he saw. Without warning, he stood, jerking his hand away and dropping his forgotten book to the floor.

"Sorry, I remembered something important I must do," Hector mumbled. Without waiting for a response or picking up his fallen book, he dashed for the library's exit. Isaac didn't say anything, but he could feel the heat of his eyes on him as he escaped.

Hector was avoiding Isaac up to now, which wasn't hard, given how busy Isaac was. Occasionally, he'd see him and a band of his night creatures through windows and doorways, consistently hard at work. While neither forgemaster was creating new night creatures currently, both oversaw the ones they'd made. Hector had learned from Isaac's lead that night creatures could learn and be used for more than the demise and annihilation of everything around them. Peeking through a library window, Hector could see Isaac and Abel in the courtyard, directing night creatures, vampires decked in full sun-proof armor, and the few humans who remained on rebuilding parts of the castle damaged in the battle between him and Carmilla. Watching Isaac work always fascinated him. He was different from the man he knew before in Dracula's court. The Isaac from before was focused but aloof, resigned to his fate. The man before Hector was just as focused but more passionate now that he was in charge of his future.

Almost as if he could feel eyes on him, Isaac turned to stare at him through the window. Heat rushed to Hector's cheeks at being caught staring. Like lightning, he turned from the window to dive deeper into the library. By good fortune, the castle had many libraries he could hide between when avoiding Isaac.

"Help me collect my things; we're moving to the south library," Hector said to his night creature. The south library was small, cozy, personal, and close to his private quarters, meaning no one but him and his night creatures visited the place, including Isaac. He didn't like to admit that he was running in case Isaac came to find him here later, but he disliked facing Isaac head-on more, so the choice was easy. Collecting all of his belongings took longer than he wanted. He had come here to collect specific books to help him with his writing when he came across books that had nothing to do with his work but had piqued his curiosity, creating giant stacks between him and his night creature. He regretted not bringing more night creatures to help, but most of the time, they were little help in the library since they couldn't read. Something he was currently grateful for as he wanted to keep books he picked up secret.

As soon as they entered the south library, Hector dismissed his night creature, ensuring he was alone amongst his tomes. He sat at his desk, his nerves strained while preparing himself to open any of the books that invoked heat low in his stomach but also piqued his curiosity. Picking one up at random, he opened it to a random page. Hector's heart started to slam in his chest, and he almost slapped the book close but couldn't bring himself to look away. On the page with several lines of text were illustrations of two nude male beings, probably vampires, in the middle of the act of intimacy in several positions. All the books that hadn't pertained to his work contained similar things. He knew vampires were more open and explorative about sex, so he wasn't shocked to discover the books, nor the amount of them. And while Hector had some sexual experience, he wasn't an expert and had never slept with a man or someone with a penis before. His eyes roved over the images and skimmed the text of description and instructions while trying to stop himself from imagining him and Isaac in any of the depicted scenarios. It wasn't long before his trousers began to feel tight, and his undergarments became stained from his erection.

Hector lost track of time as he continued to read stories and manuals of sex. He was particularly interested in the role of men on the receiving end. He was so engrossed that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him as Isaac and Abel entered the library.

"Hector," Isaac, who stood a few feet away, called out. Startled, Hector stood up with such force that the chair fell over. Ignoring it, he slammed the book he was reading closed, covering its scandalous title before looking over his shoulder at Isaac. He prayed to any deity listening that Isaac wouldn't notice his hard bulge in the dark, windowless library.

"Isaac, what are you doing here?" He asked his breath becoming scarce. Isaac narrowed his mahogany eyes, the red glowing bright with distrust in the candlelight.

"I came to ask if you would like to join me for dinner as we've rarely seen each other for days. What are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing. I'd love to join you for dinner; just give me a few minutes, and I'll meet you in the dining room," Hector said while his voice cracked.

"If it is nothing, then you can tell me," said Isaac as he moved closer.

"No, it's unimportant; you wouldn't be interested." Risking Isaac noticing his erection, he pushed away from the desk to meet him, trying to distract and manipulate him out of the room.

"Let me tell you the progress I've made with my book over dinner, come." But Isaac refused to move; instead, he shoved Hector's hand away as he tried to grab him.

"Abel, hold him down for me." Isaac's tone was full of ice, his face impassive as he gave the order. Before Hector could process his feelings of hurt and betrayal at Isaac still not trusting him, Abel came from behind him, wrapping his cold and thick arms around his arms and torso, holding him immobile. Any heat or desire in his body fled, replaced by cold fear.

"What the hell, Isaac! I'm not doing anything wrong; I just wanted some privacy!" Panic colored his voice. He didn't know what Isaac would think when he saw the books, but he didn't want him to know. Vampires may be open about sex, but after all the rejection he faced in his life, Hector couldn't be nearly as open and direct about his desires, let alone around the man he felt desire for. Isaac pushed past him, ignoring his outburst and opening one of his shameful books. He gasped as he saw a hint of a scandalous image and turned his head in shame and embarrassment. Heat rose in his cheeks, and tears pooled in his eyes. Isaac's brows dipped as he looked through the book with confusion.

"Is this for your book?"

"No," Hector answered, clenching his jaw and still refusing to look in his direction.

"Then what is it for?" He asked, closing the book and coming to stand before Hector. He didn't order Abel to release him.

"It's none of your business. I told you I wanted privacy. Now, let me go," Hector hissed, tears threatening to fall.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were…" Hector waited for him to finish, but he never did.

"That I was what? Plotting to overthrow you? Murder you in your sleep?"

"No, it's not that. I'm not sure what I thought." Isaac reached out to cup Hector's cheek, forcing him to look at him, but Hector jerked his head back into Abel's chest, avoiding Isaac's touch.

"It doesn't matter; you still don't trust me. Now, release me." Hector could see the muscles in Isaac's jaw flex, but he remained silent as he signaled for Abel to release him. "You can eat alone; I'm retiring for the night." For the second time this week, Hector dashed for the exit without waiting for Isaac to respond.

Hector didn't bother trying to sleep that night. Instead, he sat in a darkened corner of his room, looking into the night scene. It had been hours, but he repeatedly replayed the scene in the library in his head. Shame had plagued him at first, only to be replaced by bitterness and anger. Primarily, anger was directed at himself for being idiotic as it was clear he misread Isaac and saw what he wanted to see. There was anger reserved for Isaac, too. While he may not have the same interest in Hector, he was the one to propose to let go of his revenge and grow up together. Hector thought that meant he had forgiven him, trusted him, that they could be friends at least. How wrong he'd been.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. He ignored the knock without a sound; he didn't want to be bothered tonight. The vampire or human could take whatever complaint they had to the King of Styria.

"Hector, are you awake?" Isaac called through the door when he didn't hear a response. Tension gripped Hector's body as he continued to remain silent. He never expected Isaac to come to his room; that seemed too personal for either of them, and after what happened earlier, he doubted they would become close enough for it not to be. Another knock sounded at his door, and he strained his ears to hear if Isaac had moved on. His tension started to ease when he heard nothing until the handle on his door turned, and Isaac stepped in. Shocked for the second time today, he watched Isaac scan the room for him when he didn't find Hector in bed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing now?" Hector remained seated, gripping the arms of the chair with all his strength as Isaac's eyes found him at the sound of his curt voice.

"You're awake. Why didn't you answer me?" Isaac closed the door behind him as he stepped further into his room. Absently, Hector noted that Abel wasn't with him.

"I don't want to speak with you right now as it is clear don't understand personal space and privacy," he spat. Isaac halted in the middle of the room. It was dark since he hadn't bothered to light the candles in the room, but he could make out the features of Isaac's face in the dark. He looked forlorn, and it unsettled Hector.

"I came to apologize, not upset you further. Can we please talk?" Hector didn't answer. Instead, he returned his gaze to the night sky outside his window. Sighing, Isaac grabbed a nearby chair and placed it in front of Hector, facing him as he sat. "Okay, you can listen instead. Earlier, I was not accusing you of plotting to betray me somehow. I was…" He trailed off momentarily, and Hector waited for him to speak, glancing out of the side of his eyes. "I can't explain why, but I was upset that you were keeping something from me. I thought we were becoming closer and seeing you hide something from me felt like a barrier between us, and I didn't like it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass or upset you." Isaac hung his head, and Hector looked at him at last. His emotions were in a new whirlwind. Moments ago, he thought he had misread Isaac, yet the man before him said the opposite.

"You felt like we were getting closer? You see me as a friend?" He asked with hope.

"I see you as friendly," Isaac pondered. "But not as a friend." Before Hector could become deflated by Isaac's words, Isaac stood up to hover over him, gripping the back of the chair and inching his face closer to his. Hector held his breath. "I do not look at you the way I would a friend, just as I know you do not look at me like a friend." Eyes wide, he stared into Isaac's eyes, his heart rattling in his chest. Was he saying what he thought he was saying?

"What do you mean?" Hector dared.

"Why were you reading those books earlier? You were reading them with a specific person in mind, weren't you?"

"I was just curious. I didn't have anyone in mind," he lied.

"Oh? Are you being honest with me?" Isaac used his foot to push Hector's legs apart with care and balanced his knee between his thighs on the chair. Hector gripped the arms of the chair again, but for entirely different reasons.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting the truth out of you." At a loss for words, Hector clenched his jaw. "Well?" Isaac implored, but Hector shook his head without a word. Smirking, Isaac cupped the back of his head and brought their lips together at a painstaking slow pace, giving him ample time to reject Isaac's advances, but how could he? When their lips met, Hector couldn't help the small moan that escaped him. Isaac's lips felt better than he imagined. He opened with eagerness when he felt Isaac's tongue prod him for permission to deepen the kiss. He couldn't hold on to the armchairs any longer and grabbed for the shoulders of the man who had been igniting his desire for far too long for stability. A low heat was unfurling in his stomach again, spreading alarmingly to the rest of his body. Isaac began kissing down Hector's jaw and neck.

"I can feel you getting harder here," Isaac whispered in his ear as he slowly but surely nudged his knee into Hector's growing erection. Hector couldn't help but press himself harder into Isaac's knee, grinding on him without shame.

"Isaac," he panted.

"Oh? Do you wish to speak and be truthful now? Or did you mean I should stop?" Isaac said as he continued to press into Hector's erection, which was starting to stain both their trousers with his need. Hector wanted to say yes. A part of him knew this was dangerous. Both men were navigating a new and vital aspect of their lives, and romance or sex could upset the fragile balance they were building. What if their past returned to haunt them and imploded their relationship and any progress they made toward a new future? What if they built a new future together, but didn't last? Could they still look forward to a future, or would they meet the fate of someone like Dracula? All these worries and concerns were on Hector's tongue, yet he couldn't bring himself to say it. Especially not with Isaac right in front of him, his mahogany eyes glistening with lust direction towards Hector, igniting a feral desire for him.

"Please don't stop," he pleaded to Isaac.

"Then you admit it. You were reading those books earlier with a specific person in mind, so tell me who," he demanded with his lip against Hector's throat. Hector knew Isaac could feel him gulp deep as he prepared to confess.

"It was you. The way you look at me made me curious since I don't have experience," Isaac nipped at his ear, causing him to shudder.

"And what did you learn from looking at them?" Hector couldn't help but feel smugness that Isaac didn't deny how he looked at him.

"I want you. I want to do the things in the book with you," Hector's breath came in short pants as Isaac continued to work him up. He was barely touching him, but the slight touch stoked the burning desire in him higher.

"Which things?" Isaac questioned as his hands moved down Hector's chest in slow, languid strokes. It was difficult to admit he wanted Isaac to touch him; it was impossible to describe exactly how, but Isaac's gaze was unwavering as he waited, his hand never leaving Hector's chest.

"You know what I mean, don't tease me."

"I'm not teasing you. I am asking you what you want. I'm already touching you. Is this enough for you, then?" He challenged. Hector bit his lip, hesitating, but Isaac's light touches were driving him crazy already.

"No, I want more. Touch me everywhere. Here." He demanded as he pulled Isaac's knee closer, grinding into him harder. "Touch me inside with this." Inch by inch, he slid his hand up Isaac's thigh to fondle his growing erection. Shuddering, Isaac pulled away, sliding his fingers down Hector's arms and grabbing his hands as he did so.

"Good, I also want the things that you want. We should move to someplace more comfortable, no?" Hector nodded and allowed himself to be guided to his bed. Part of him felt like this was a dream. How did anyone expect their whole world to change in moments when it was the status quo only hours ago? Hector couldn't remain in the dream long enough, even if he wanted to, as the hardness of his cock became so painful he was jerked back to reality. They reached the edge of the bed when Isaac held him from behind and pressed his own erection into his ass. Hector hadn't realized until that moment that he had worried if Isaac wanted him the same way he did him, and he was relieved to discover he did want him, at least sexually. He arched his back to grind his ass harder into Isaac.

"Have you ever slept with a man before?" He asked

"I have never slept with anyone before. I never felt the desire to do so," Isaac said without a hint of shame or embarrassment. This didn't surprise Hector in its entirety. While they weren't friends and never discussed their past in depth, he had heard bits and pieces. It was hard not to hear part of Isaac's past when he unnerved most humans and vampires around him by doing what most people would consider self-harm in the name of religion. He supposed that people who were healthy and loved wouldn't have been on the path to the mass murder of the human race like they were. However, the surprise that Isaac was still a virgin was overshadowed by the second fact that he chose Hector as his first partner. Isaac was untying his tunic and undershirt at a leisurely pace, causing Hector to shiver every time their skin met.

"I've slept with humans and a vampire, but none were men. You're the first man for me, too, and I'm not quite sure what I'm doing either." He admitted. Isaac hummed his approval.

"Experience doesn't matter in the end. This is our first time together, and we will be learning what each other likes and doesn't like, hopefully over a long period." Isaac had stripped him of his shirt and was working on his trousers as he kissed and grazed the skin down his shoulders and back without hurrying. He stroked his fingers with a feather-light touch across Hector's ribs as he worked his way back up, causing him to shiver. Hector turned in Isaac's arms, twinning his arms behind his neck and kissing the man with deep passion, Isaac's hands gripping his waist.

Guiding him onto the bed, Hector took his time undressing Isaac, exploring his body with a meticulous touch. They both had similar builds and were in shape, but it was clear that the muscles on Isaac's body were different compared to him. Hector's physique resulted from genetics, while Isaac's was molded by intense exercise and combat. Even holding still while Hector explored, he could feel the deadliness around Isaac, but that only spurred him and his desire more. He explored with his hands and mouth, trailing kisses as he went, just as Isaac had done earlier. Isaac's eyes never left him, his breathing heavier as Hector found the places he liked to be touched most. When Hector reached behind Isaac's back, he hesitated.

"Is it okay if I touch you here?" He asked, his voice soft. Isaac nodded. His back was covered in countless scars of raised skin and wounds in various degrees of healing. It seemed that Isaac hadn't whipped himself in a while, the newest cuts closed and in a late-stage scabbed recovery, but Hector was still gentle and feather light with his touch. "Does this hurt?" He asked, loving the feeling of being pressed against Isaac's chest with his as he explored his back.

"No, some areas are sensitive, but your touch feels good," he breathed. Both men held still for a moment, holding each other in an embrace, yet Hector couldn't hold himself back any longer being pressed so close to Isaac. They were both undressed in their undergarments covering their stiff erections. Hector pressed his hard cock against Isaac's, moaning at the sensation.

Hector worked kisses and light bites down Isaac's jaw, neck, chest, and lower as he descended his body. When he reached his undergarments, he grabbed the edge, pulling them down as he kissed Isaac's thighs and untying them to expose his length. Isaac was well endowed, his dark, thick cock pulsing with need and dripping with beads of pre-cum, intimidating Hector for a moment. He assessed in a hurry that Isaac may not fit into him tonight, but that didn't mean they couldn't still make love.

"I want to taste you with my mouth, can I?" Hector asked, his breath hitting Isaac's cock. Isaac didn't speak, only nodded, his gaze hooded with lust, yet piercing as he waited for Hector to make his move. "Tell me if I do something wrong." He didn't wait for a response. Settling himself between his thighs, Hector licked up the base of Isaac's length, causing him to groan and clutch the bed sheets. Smirking, Hector took his time exploring all the spots Isaac left good with his tongue before taking him in his mouth. He kept his eyes on Isaac, making sure his actions were correct and felt good. When he saw Isaac's head tilted back in ecstasy, mouth opened on a pant, his confidence grew, spurring him on. His undergarments were stained with his growing need, and he couldn't help but grind himself on the bed as he lavished Isaac's cock.

"Hector, I'm close." Isaac now stared at him, eyes hooded and teeth gritted. Isaac grabbed him by the hair as he tried to push him off, but his attempt was half-hearted. He kept up his pace, maintaining eye contact, excited to see him come. Isaac roared his name and erupted in his mouth. Hector tried to drink all of him down, but there was more seed than he was prepared for, and if he was honest, it didn't taste good.

"How was it?" He asked after swallowing what he could, the rest dribbling down his chin. It was a long moment before Isaac could speak; he laid back, catching his breath.

"Amazing, I didn't know you could feel such pleasure with another person." He said when we could speak again. Chuckling, Hector worked his undergarments off and crawled up Isaac's body until he was on top of him, straddling him. He rubbed his painfully hard cock against Isaac's, which was already half hard again. Isaac gripped his waist with one hand and grabbed their cocks with the other, stroking them together and causing Hector's breath to hitch.

"Don't. I'm close to coming already. I want to come with you inside me," Hector panted as he rolled his hips, unable to help himself while leaking pre-cum.

"We don't have anything to add as lubrication. We'll have to wait till next time." He was shocked that Isaac knew that tidbit when he was the one looking through sex manuals, not him. Still, Hector wanted to try tonight, so he slid off Isaac to reach his nightstand. Grabbing a small ceramic jar, he pulled off the lid, laying it aside before presenting the inside contents.

"It's a medicated oil I use on my amputated finger to help with the pain on cold nights, but it can help with this too," he said. At first, Isaac stared at the jar in his hand, making Hector nervous before taking it.

"Lay down and raise your hips in the air," He ordered Hector, who followed the directions before he could get more nervous. He felt exposed and vulnerable in this position, as he bared himself to Isaac but couldn't see his reactions. "Remain relaxed," Isaac whispered as he tenderly stroked his hand down his back and thighs, eliciting shivers. It was difficult to remain relaxed when he wanted to curl in on himself to hide, but he focused on Isaac's touch. He was behind him now, kneading his ass, and he liked it. When his hands left his body, Hector heard a slick noise.

"What are you doing?" Hector asked into the pillow; he didn't dare look back.

"I'm warming the oil; wait a moment." The oil being worked in Isaac's hands sounded erotic, making Hector's cock twitch and drip with pre-cum.

"I don't care if it's cold. Touch me now; I'm going crazy," he pleaded.

"Alright, I'm starting," Isaac chuckled right before he felt his fingers slide to his hole, where Isaac inserted one with a loving touch. It felt weird, but not unpleasant, as Isaac languidly worked his finger in and out of him. It wasn't long before he felt a second finger, adding pressure to his insides, and he tried to keep himself relaxed, adjusting to the new feeling inside him. He wondered if he couldn't feel intense pleasure from behind like he saw in his books when Isaac's exploring fingers hit the spot inside him all of a sudden, making him gasp and tighten up.

"There it is," Hector could hear the smugness in his voice. "I'm adding a third finger now. Tell me if it's too much." Hector could only groan as a third finger joined in assaulting the divine spot Isaac had discovered. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd been hard for too long and needed release. He stroked his cock, swaying his hips to meet Isaac's fingers. "What do you think you're doing?" He heard Isaac hiss before he felt a slight slap on his ass, making him yelp. "Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"Please, I want to come; I can't hold it," he whined.

"Be patient a little longer. You're almost ready." Hector paused his hand, gripping himself as he waited. He wanted Isaac in him so badly, but he couldn't remain still forever. Complaints on his lips died when he felt Isaac's fingers at long last slipped out, and he used his knee to spread Hector's legs further apart. "Are you ready?" He asked, gripping his waist.

"Yes, go slow," Hector panted, feeling the tip of Isaac's length at his entrance. Despite how long Isaac worked him with his fingers, he experienced some resistance to his size. But he listened to Hector and took it slow, ensuring there was no pain, just maddening pleasure as he entered. It felt like hours before every inch of Isaac was seated in him.

"Are you okay? Can I move?" Isaac asked, sounding pained.

"I'm good. You can move." Isaac didn't hesitate to start rolling his hips in slow circles, hitting the perfect spot in Hector each time he thrust back in. It was completely different from his fingers, and he couldn't help the moans spilling from his lips as his body experienced several new sensations, and he tightened up again. Hector's cries seemed to turn Isaac on more, his cock twitching inside him, and his pace increased.

"You feel so good, Hector. You're so tight, my cock feels like it's melting."

"More, do it harder. I want to come," Hector whined.

"As you wish." Isaac's grip on his hip became bruising as he slammed into him, his pace brutal. He could hear Isaac grunting over the sound of their skin slapping together, both erotic sounds pushing him to the edge.

"Oh, God, I'm coming. Don't stop!" He pleaded.

"I'm close too; I don't know if I can hold it."

"Come inside. I don't care, just don't stop." Hector bit his lip as he came close to going over the edge. It was odd to experience an orgasm without touching his dick, but it was overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt. Unable to hold on longer, he cried out, releasing his seed on the sheets below him. Soon, Isaac's movements became jerky before he slammed himself inside one final time, roaring and releasing his seed inside Hector. Soaked in sweat, both men panted, catching their breath as the last vestiges of their orgasm left them. Groaning, Isaac pulled himself out of Hector, leaned over, and landed on his side, bringing Hector with him while avoiding the spoiled sheets, wrapping his arm around him and spooning him.

"That was amazing," Isaac mumbled into his neck.

"Mmm, it was. I didn't think it would feel that intense for our first time."

"Maybe it was because we danced around each other for too long. Regardless, it was worth the wait." Hector chuckled as he hugged Isaac's arms to his chest. He started to feel the tug of sleep in Isaac's arm, but he had a burning question before he surrendered.

"What does this mean for us now?" Hector whispered, scared of the answer.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what does this make us? Are we…" he trailed off, unable to finish.

"I'm not sure. I know we are not friends, and I want to keep touching you like this." Isaac dragged his fingers across Hector's collarbone for emphasis. He wasn't sure what he felt at Isaac's answer except that he had to agree. He didn't know what they were either, but he wanted more. Maybe this was love? If not, perhaps it could grow into love, and they could be lovers. The thought brought tingles to his stomach and a smile to his face.

"I like the sound of that," he responded.

"Good. Now, we should clean up before we sleep. I don't want you to feel sick later."

"Why would I feel sick? Oh." Hector had forgotten what he had read in his books earlier, but he abruptly remembered as he felt Isaac's seed leak from his ass, warming his cheeks in embarrassment. "How do you know that?"

"You weren't the only curious one. Come, the sooner we clean up, the sooner we sleep," Isaac huffed as he unwrapped from him and shifted off the bed.

"Will you sleep with me?" He asked, already missing the warmth from Isaac's embrace.

"Of course." Isaac gave him a small smile as he reached back to take his hand. His heart kept in his chest as he pictured what Isaac would look like asleep next to him, the morning sun shining over them.

"Good." Hector took his hand and followed him, excited to see their future.