altimit | catch all >> october

[ Oh, um. Fandaniel pulls Hector down closer to him, and Hector blinks. There's the little way his grin falters that should be an obvious tell to Fandaniel at this point: unexpected, but he likes being handled like this.

This close, though, his smile comes back, but in a slightly different way. ]

Oh, I didn't realize we were going out. [ It's hard to tell if he's feigning ignorance, or he's genuinely surprised. ] Show me your sleepwear.

[ It truly is difficult to tell at times. Hector, you airhead. ]

Ha, well, no. We were not.

[ Which makes it a simple issue to let Hector go, finger unhooking from the choker to do so, and to do a quick scroll through his inventory again until he finds it. What he swaps to technically isn't sleepwear. It comes with a sleek white raincoat, after all, which he leaves on for now but under that?

A simple outfit of a t-shirt and shorts. Without the coat and other dangly bits, they do, in fact, look like they would make for comfortable sleepwear. ]

I found myself rather taken with the aqua color of the shirt.

[ He adds, idly running a hand down the front of it to force out any wrinkles that might remain, although that gesture alone is a force of habit. Nothing here really ever wrinkles. ]

Edited 2023-11-10 15:23 (UTC)

[ He's doing his best...

Freed, Hector rights himself a bit and takes a half a step forward, clearly much too close into Fandaniel's personal space. His brows raise with approval when he sees the skin that comes next—the low collar, the leg... ]

I don't blame you. It's a good color on you.

[ He gently rests his hands on the collar of the jacket, though, and slowly begins to peel it off his shoulders. ]

You don't need this though, do you?

Hmm, you mean the raincoat?

[ Fandaniel manages to ask this with a surprisingly innocent tone of voice, head tilting a hint to the side, although the tone is there innocence ends. His smile is mischief incarnate, if anything. ]

No, certainly not. Why don't you take it off for me?

[ Which Hector has already begun doing but there it is, the blessing to get rid of it and get himself some bare arms to go with the bare legs. ]

[ Ah, the little tilt of the head is cute. So is the tone. And the smile, really. Most of the rest of the players might think Fandaniel's a little shit, but Hector's come to see him as pretty cute. Don't question his taste.

He chuckles low. ] Don't mind if I do.

[ One hand slowly peels the coat from his shoulders, fingers dragging along the skin as he does. He lets gravity take care of the other side, and the rest of the coat. Because once it's gone, he copies Fandaniel by hooking a finger into his collar and dragging him closer for a slow, sensual kiss.

His other finger ghosts up and down Fandaniel's bare arm, tracing patterns along what muscle or bone he can feel. Hee hee. Are you ticklish little man? ]

[ The raincoat lands behind him, around his feet, with a quiet thump but Fandaniel doesn't spare a single second more of thought towards it. Being pulled in the same way he had led Hector close before runs a shiver through his body and he leans into the kiss with a sound of approval, his mouth opening against Hector's, welcoming him in should he wish to take it deeper.

Although the most Hector's light touches along his arm will get his an amused chuckle muffled against his lips, he will find more muscle than bone. He's certainly still a slender man but hardly the thin, willowy waif that some people are (cough fai cough).

A step is taken to close the distance between them, following that tug of his collar. While Hector's hands make themself busy, so will Fandaniel's, though his press against the older man's shirt and then drag themselves down, down, down to his belt. There, they will linger, playing with the buckle as though he might be... considering something. ]

[ Of course Hector deepens the kiss, of course he hums low in satisfaction when he feels the muscle in Fandaniel's arms. His fingers knead into the skin, relishing in the firmness he can find, but he's quickly eager for more. His hand drifts from his arm to snake up the back of his shirt, fingers pressing along the side of his spine to see how he reacts, what he can feel.

He shivers a little as the other man's hand drifts down. They're practically flush against one another at this point, and Hector is fully expecting those fingers to dip beneath the band. So when they don't, the movements of his own lips slow, eventually stop, and he pulls back, but just barely. ]

Hm?

[ It's a curious, light hum, and he searches Fandaniel's face for answers. ]

[ His curious look is met with a quirked eyebrow and an equally curious one, although now that Hector isn't in the midst of sucking his face off, he can give the belt a quick flick of the eyes and easily pull it open. There we go. ]

Mm, only considering the best way to go about this. It might be easier for my side if you were sitting on the couch.

[ Hector only gives a short blink at first when his belt comes undone, but it's quickly followed by a heat that sinks from his throat all the way down, telltale arousal.

A grin bursts across his face as he tilts his head. ]

Oh? Sure.

[ So he steps back and finds his way to the couch. He plops down comfortably, one arm propping his cheek up from the arm rest, the other slung over the back. ]

For someone who must have an idea of what my plans are, you still manage to look delightfully oblivious with a grin like that.

[ And yet, it's charming. Hector is damn lucky he's top-tier in every other department. In any case, Fandaniel says that with a fondness, at least, as he follows Hector to the couch but doesn't sit. ]

Here, help me down. I'm still a bit stiff.

[ Har har, stiff, wait, okay, no, he means literally. His side? The ribs? Yeah, those. He holds a hand out expectantly, needing a strong arm to hang onto to carefully lower himself to his knees before the man. ]

[ At that first comment, Hector chuckles. He doesn't know! People are full of surprises! He's not a mind reader! Fandaniel could choose the most obvious, vanilla route and Hector would still be surprised. He's just a little dense.

He hears the fondness, though, so he won't argue.

Fandaniel's request has him leaning forward to grasp his hand, tense his arm so that he gets the support he needs. Ah, right, his ribs. There's a concerned little glint in Hector's eyes as Fandaniel gets to his knees, and he runs his other hand through his hair as he speaks. ]

Don't push yourself too hard, okay? I'll be gentle with you.

[ Because he doesn't want to aggravate the wound, obviously... Anyway, he leans back on the couch again, hand still resting on Fandaniel's head, but he makes no move to undo his pants. He'll leave the honors to him. ]

Mm, usually, I would tell you not to be, but in this case...

[ Fandaniel will have to accept gentleness for the time being. It might not be so bad, in the right hands, but at the moment? It'll Hector who had better hope for some gentleness right now. He scoots forward, nudging Hector's knees far apart so he can deposit himself close up between them. ]

You know, Hector, I am beginning to wonder if asking for fashion advice was simply an excuse.

[ An excuse to play dress-up in-person with an entirely unsurprising outcome, considering how all of their meetings seem to go these days. Not that Fandaniel is complaining, of course.

He traces a finger along the inside of one of Hector's thighs, all the way up to his crotch and over it, to the button and zipper. His other hand moves to join the first, undoing them both. ]

[ Hector widens in his sit, letting Fandaniel get closer to him. The anticipation builds in his gut, and his breathing is more obvious as his exposed chest and shoulders rise as he feels the hand glide over him. So by the time Fandaniel's undoing his pants, the arousal is pretty obvious.

He gives a grin, though his answer comes with a quiet, hitched inhale first. ]

It was a genuine question. You weren't the only one I asked. [ His fingers rake through Fandaniel's hair, his thumb gently runs over the ridge of his ear. His eyes fall lidded, and there's an odd fondness in his eyes. ] But you know I'd never turn down a chance to see you in person.

[ Even though he was genuinely kind of expecting to go through more outfits... Two is enough. ]

[ An obvious arousal, huh? That was fast and even Fandaniel can't help but laugh at it as he finishes opening Hector's pants and runs his hand over the bulge poking up against his underwear, nice and firm. ]

I am beginning to believe you are always ready to go, Hector.

[ Although toying with him like this definitely helps him along, doesn't it? ]

Never turning down a chance to see me.

[ He looks up as he idly carries on rubbing Hector through his underwear, his own eyes lidding and his head tilting towards the fingers in his hair and against his ear. ]

I like the sound of that. Ah, but do you have your answer yet? On what style to go with? Considering how this one is going for you, I would highly suggest it...

[ Obvious, but still growing. And definitely very easily helped along. Hector hums as Fandaniel rubs him, eyes blinking languidly as the warmth of arousal spreads through him. Slow is nice sometimes. ]

Something with an open chest. [ He murmurs this. He's clearly very content right now. The fingers in Fandaniel's hair massage at his scalp in kind. ] Maybe with a fancy coat. Mmh— Tight pants, probably...

[ Hmm. He thinks he knows the answer, but it's worth asking anyway.

His hand shifts, thumb lightly grazing his cheek. ]

Are you a tits man or an ass man, Fandaniel?

Oh, I like the sound of this already.

[ The outfit, that is. Although the question gives him pause and while he mulls it over, he hooks a finger into the waistband of Hector's underwear and pulls it down to give those quickly stiffening contents some fresh air. ]

Now there's a difficult question to answer. I enjoy both your tits and your ass, Hector, but if you wish to know which is more feasible to put on display fashionably, that would be the tits. It sounds like you already have both covered, though, with an open chest and tight pants.

[ Hector's touch stutters, and he gives a quiet exhale when he finally comes free. For a short little while, he admires what Fandaniel looks like with his face so close to his cock. Hehe. ]

Hmm. [ He feigns thinking, but there really isn't much to think about. He's losing his ability to think pretty quickly, anyway. ] Then I'll make sure my chest is extra open for you.

[ With the implication he can touch whenever he wants :) ]

[ There's just something so fun about watching Hector react. He could do this all day... ]

I'll be looking forward to it, in that case, but until then, how about I show you my deep appreciation for your quest to be fashionable?

[ With Hector's cock out, Fandaniel is free to slide a hand to it and grasp the shaft, leaning forward to run his tongue over the head first and foremost. ]

[ No matter how hard he tries, he will never be as cool as he thinks he is. Everything Fandaniel does to him shows clearly on his face. He can't help it.

And so his eyes flutter, his head lolls slightly, the fingers in his hair pause for a second, as the wet warmth drags over him. A waterfall of goosebumps washes over him, and its wake the arousal settles warm in his chest, in his gut. This is why he likes Fandaniel so much... ]

Mm, yeah. Show me how you feel...

[ Cliché? Maybe. But who doesn't lean into them while horny? Or maybe Hector's just biased, to himself.

He flexes his hips, just slightly. Maybe he's impatient. But he'd never admit it. ]

[ It's not as if Fandaniel is being any less cliché, meaning Hector's own passes by without mention. It'll be hard to poke fun at him, anyhow, when he has a mouth full of dick. Shifting slightly closer, he tugs that stiff arousal towards him and follows up that languid pass of his tongue by wrapping his lips over the tip.

He runs his tongue over the head again, firmer this time, and then sinks down lower, taking the rest of him into the wet warmth of his mouth bit by bit, his tongue dragging a trail of salvia along the shaft to make it that much easier to move his lips over it. His own eyes drift shut as he concentrates instead on seeing just how much he can comfortably take in before he does anything else. ]

[ Hector breathes through his teeth, fingers clench ever so slightly into Fandaniel's scalp. He watches as his lips move over his cock with rapt attention. He admires the shape of his lips, his fingers (wherever they might be), how his tongue feels on him—

It's nice, and comfortable, in a way. Pleasurable. Except he thinks of one thing that could make it just a touch better. ]

Hey. [ He rests his other hand on the other side of his head to get his attention. ] Look at me.

[ Fandaniel will hum at the request while deep-throating that dick, giving it that tiny bit of vibration before deciding to give Hector what he wants. He opens his eyes and although they remain heavily lidded, he does look up at him as he comes up, lips sliding up the shaft and back to the head.

If he wants to know where his fingers are, ah, well, one set is steadying himself against an inner thigh, curled against the tight leather there, while the other has strayed from where they had been holding Hector's cock still initially. Now that he has that in his mouth, there's no need, and instead, he's sliding them down to press against where Hector's balls are, gently, even if the fabric between them will make it not quite as good as it could be. ]

[ Ah, fuck. Their eyes meet and Hector's flutter. His breath shudders as it fills his lungs. ]

You look so good...

[ ...with my cock in your mouth. But he hopes that part goes without saying. He takes a little snapshot of that in his mind to carry with him. His little photo album of naughty Fandaniel pictures—

He lets loose a comfortable hum as Fandaniel presses into his balls, faintly, through his pants. He widens his legs, or at least attempts to, but his cheeks twist in frustration when he realizes these pants are not giving him much room to move as he likes. ]

Hold on. [ He digs his fingers into Fandaniel's hair to pull him off his dick. ] Let me take my pants off.

[ Hector pulls on his hair to get him off his dick and what does he do? He scrapes his teeth against sensitive flesh as he's pulled off just to punish the poor guy, oops. Once off, he licks his lips and smirks up at him. ]

Hmm, no. I don't think I will.

[ Apparently, it's time to be a bully since rather than shuffling back on his knees to give Hector the room to get his pants off, he instead slides his fingers away from where he'd been feeling up his balls to wrap them around his now saliva-slicked cock. They slide up it until his thumb can reach the head and he'll idly begin running the pad of it around over the top, teasing at it while he carries on. ]

If we're here to appreciate clothing, I think I'd prefer you stay nice and dressed for this.

[ Ow! The scrape and the pain come with a shocked, breathy gasp and a flutter of the eyes. What Fandaniel doesn't see is how the pain rushes through him and leaves him lightheaded in the best kind of way.

And so Hector's head moves, unsteady as he looks down at Fandaniel, his words not exactly registering at first. He won't? Why? Hector's hand drops from Fandaniel's head to his shoulder, as though attempting to push him off, but nothing really comes of it; Hector is putty with Fandaniel's hand on his cock, and he can't really do or say much in protest as he strokes him, slow, keeping his thoughts at bay. ]

—Oh. [ He swallows thick, eyes clouded with lust settled on the other's. Here he lounges, just barely undressed, and Fandaniel has all of the control over him now. If Fandaniel wants him to stay like this, he'll do it. He'll do whatever he wants. ] Okay.

[ His hand slips away, but his eyes stay transfixed on him. His legs open just a touch wider, as though inviting him in. Do what you want to me. ]

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catch all >> october

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just slaps the nsfw on here just in case

surprise he's just getting him a different belt-- ok no it's going to be nsfw

i've been had!!!!!

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