altimit | catch all >> october

[ 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. ]

[ Always so malleable. Fandaniel loves that about Hector, how easily he surrenders to his desires... provided it feels good. With a quiet laugh at the man's expense, he leans back in, taking Hector's cock back into his mouth and giving the head of it a good tonguing before he sinks further down to carry on sucking the man off where he had left off.

While he does keep a palm firmly pressed against Hector's balls, rubbing them through the fabric, he does imagine that may only frustrate further seeing how he'd just told him he wasn't allowed to disrobe. Somehow, that thought only makes it all the more fun for Fandaniel. ]

[ Oh, it always feels good. Hector is almost convinced he would find anything Fandaniel does to him exceedingly pleasurable, so long as Fandaniel gets joy out of it. He's just submissive like that.

But indeed, like being tied up, knowing he's stuck dressed does something to him, and he shivers when those lips come around him again. He melts into the cushions of the couch; one arm lazily drapes across the back of the couch while the other reaches to tangle in Fandaniel's hair again.

A quiet moan rolls in his throat with his deep exhale. Ever so slightly, he rolls his hips into Fandaniel's touch through the fabric, getting what he can with what little he's allowed. Slow isn't bad at all sometimes, no. Because he knows what comes at the end of this is going to feel fucking fantastic. ]

Ngh, Fandaniel...

[ His voice drips with ecstasy as it rolls from his lips. The vowels of his name scratch at his throat in the most tantalizing way. Fuck, when did he start having all this control over Hector? ]

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