[ Oh, yeah. That's fair. Silly question. Hector's grip on Owen's hips adjust, and he digs his fingers into him to knead, a finger or two perhaps slipping past the hem of his underwear to press into flesh.
Hector really doesn't have any expectations, nor does he want much more from Owen. He likes him well enough. If anything, he'd want to know what this connection is, since he hasn't been able to place it. RIP Hector, forgetting, remembering, and then forgetting all over again.
He grins, though, at the second comment. That's high flattery, and it's enough to ease his tension about the whole thing. Back to business as usual, then. He brings an arm up again to brace over Owen's head as he folds over him again, his lips hovering a hair's breadth over Owen's. ]
Of course I do. [ ...His memory is fuzzy, but he's pretty sure he does.
With one last flash of a grin he completes the kiss and presses his groin firmly onto Owen's. ]
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Hector really doesn't have any expectations, nor does he want much more from Owen. He likes him well enough. If anything, he'd want to know what this connection is, since he hasn't been able to place it. RIP Hector, forgetting, remembering, and then forgetting all over again.
He grins, though, at the second comment. That's high flattery, and it's enough to ease his tension about the whole thing. Back to business as usual, then. He brings an arm up again to brace over Owen's head as he folds over him again, his lips hovering a hair's breadth over Owen's. ]
Of course I do. [ ...His memory is fuzzy, but he's pretty sure he does.
With one last flash of a grin he completes the kiss and presses his groin firmly onto Owen's. ]