[ Hector only glances as the grunty scampers away, but at least now this means Owen gets his full attention. And he gets Owen's, apparently. As Owen circles him, he raises his arms to rest them behind his head... No, it's not resting. He's flexing. Get the arms and the girlies working at the same time. ]
Y'know, funny you mention that. You'd expect a cleric to be just as skinny as that Nanashi kid, huh?
[ He grins. ]
I think it just means I need to be strong enough to carry people out of danger.
You would. You don’t need much strength to wave a staff around, do you?
[Owen stops his circling in front of Hector, and he’s also checking out the girls. If he’s showing off like this, it’s only polite to look. Obviously.]
Only carrying them out of danger? Never anywhere else?
[Though with arms like that he could probably pick Owen up and throw him like a javelin across the room… which might also be a good use of his afternoon.]
[Owen steps closer, resting a hand on Hector’s arm and leaning in. His fingers have the chill of someone who’s definitely not getting enough iron in their diet, but hopefully Hector doesn’t mind.]
There’s a few places, but right now I need to head back to my room. I’ve forgotten something very important, but I’m feeling awfully faint…
[He leans against Hector in an exaggerated swoon, fluttering his eyelashes with a cheeky grin.]
[ Goosebumps bloom where Owen places his hand, either from the touch or the cold. It's hard to tell. It doesn't show on Hector's face, though.
He breathes a quiet chuckle as Owen leans against him. While he may be dense in some things, this is not one of them. In one swift movement, he leans to sweep Owen off his feet and take him in his arms bridal style. ]
Sounds like you need my help, then.
[ He shifts Owen in his arms to plant a light, brief kiss on his cheek. ]
[Owen could get used to having someone sweep him off his feet, even if for a moment he's not quite sure he deserves something like this. But Hector is an adult, he can make bad choices all he wants, and Owen will just enjoy himself.
The kiss to his cheek is also far too charming to dwell on anything else.]
Just down this hall.
[He gestures to the door Sweets Grunty went through.]
[ Don't worry! Hector makes bad choices because he wants to!
And he does as he's told, pushing the door open with his back and then down the hall. As he walks, he steals glances at Owen—he's so light, and very pretty. How does he keep wooing the pale, skinny twinks...
Anyway, the door is hard to miss, just like Owen says, and he shoves it open, too. But on his way to the bed (Owen didn't say the bed, but where else is he going to put him? The floor?), his pace slows considerably, and a little tease of a grin spreads across his face. ]
Where do you want me to put you? [ hehe ] And where do you want me?
[Hector just has too much charm that even the pale, skinny twinks can’t resist him.]
Well, the bed is right there.
[Which is the obvious answer, even if Owen has never actually had sex on a bed in this game. Everyone knows where this is going - so it seems Hector didn’t have to try very hard to seduce Owen.]
Now, as for you… That’s a trickier question.
[no it isn’t]
There’s plenty of space, but I think you’d be more comfortable on top.
Yes, there it is, and Hector's already on his way there, albeit slowly. His eyes remain fixed on Owen's face, lids narrowing as he studies him in a...new light.
He hums lightly as his shin connects with the bed, and he bends to gently place Owen onto the bed. ]
Yeah?
[ So he climbs into the bed, straddling Owen's legs, leaning over him. He braces an arm above his head and he hovers, hair brushing the other's forehead. ]
I think I'm gonna be, too.
[ And he slowly lowers himself to gently press his lips to Owen's, stubble doubtlessly tickling the other man's smooth skin. ]
[It tickles, but it’s not so bad. Not so long as Hector keeps kissing him, at least, even if Owen doesn’t let the kiss stay gentle for very long. He loops his arms around Hector to keep him in place, nipping at his lip. Owen is always testing others, to see what he can get away with, and this isn’t any different.
He’s at least not biting hard enough to draw blood, though… That makes it okay to be bitey.]
[ Hector lets Owen get away with it pretty easily. Each nip he gets, he gives in turn, and he chuckles low at the tantalizing ripple of pressure on his lips. It tells him just enough to know what kind of person Owen is, really...
He adjusts, nudging Owen's legs open to make room for himself and nestle in between his legs. Slowly, he lowers his weight onto him, deepening the kiss as he does; his free hand, the one not propping himself up, teases the waistband of his skirt, traces along the edges of the belt.
When he breaks the kiss, he only does so to speak low into his ear. ]
I know we were talking fashion, but— [ He tugs at the band, emphasizing the point he's about to make. ] I think you're wearing a bit too much.
[It’s such a cliched line, so much so Owen huffs out a soft laugh, but it’s not like it pulls him out of the moment. If it was anyone else, anyone but Hector, it might have. Hector makes the normal, cliched things not so unbearable, somehow.
Maybe it’s the tits.]
Well, you’ll just have to rectify that.
[He doesn’t have much room to maneuver, with Hector pressing down on him like this - but he’ll graciously allow Hector to do the honors for him and busy himself toying with Hector’s hair. Owen is nothing if not selfish. He considers saying nothing else, and just waiting for his reaction, but - he’s admittedly a bit nervous for reasons he can’t quite place.]
Fair warning, you might be in for a bit of a surprise.
[ Ass and tits really giving meat to his romantic cliches, eh...
Hector tilts his head in a weird way, like he's about to jerk his head back and out of Owen's grasp, but he stops himself. ...What was the thing about his hair to begin with? Vanity? The fingers through his hair feels nice—the context of it all coils satisfactory in his groin, anyway—so why would he ask him to stop?
His hand is halfway up Owen's thigh, skirt hiked up just as high, and his mouth is busy making a mess of Owen's neck when the other man mentions surprises. He pauses, slowly lifts his head, and fixes Owen with a curious look. ]
[The head tilting is enough to get Owen’s hand to drop, curious about the reaction and what it means, but it’s the look he gives Owen that has him curling fingers into the sheets underneath him, looking away. There’s an inexplicable anxiety in his stomach that makes him hesitant, but he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.
(Because maybe Hector hates him? But why would he care about that, it’s not like it matters if he does, but the anxiety fades as quickly as it crops up, fading away just like his memories of rejection.)]
A surprise.
[He manages to get his cocky attitude back, smirking at Hector.]
Because you’re expecting me to have a cock and to have to prepare my ass so you can bed me without it hurting, aren’t you?
[Which - he could swap avatars to make that the case, but this is the avatar he usually uses. Not sure why, though, when that’s the only real difference between them…]
[ Hector's eyes stay fixed on Owen, trying to read the expressions that cross his face. This isn't a good surprise? Is it a bad surprise? There is, at least, a flicker of sympathy in his eyes as he waits, hovering over him.
When Owen reveals what the surprise is, he blinks. The way he words it makes it sound like he...doesn't have a dick? How is that possible? Hector stares at him blankly for a few more moments, and—
When he understands, the surprise certainly shows on his face. ]
Oh. [ However, his "oh" isn't one of disappointment or rejection. It's of accepting surprise; it doesn't turn him off at all. If anything, his face gets redder. ] I mean, I was, but it's not really a problem. Thank you for telling me.
[ He sits back on his heels, both hands gliding up Owen's thighs to hike up his skirt farther to see what's underneath. His hands rest on his hips before his eyes drift back up to Owen's face. ]
Er, this isn't a problem for you, is it? [ Hector's fine and not bothered at all; if Owen is, then that's a different problem entirely. ]
[Whatever nerves were bothering Owen slip away as Hector buffers, replaced with - annoyance? Relief? Some mix of the two, because Hector isn’t bothered, but Owen’s default reaction to being questioned is annoyance.]
If it was a problem for me, why would I let things get this far?
[Hector is attractive, even if every so often there’s something about him that makes Owen feels uncertain. He’s decent company despite that, and it’s not like Owen feels that Hector has certain expectations for him, or that he wants anything from him besides sex.
Hector won’t be saying he loves him, Owen isn’t bothered by the body he has, and they’re both adults who know what they’re getting into.]
I don’t make it a habit of inviting men into my bed if I’m not comfortable with them seeing me bare.
[He looks down the length of his body to where Hector’s hands rest, though he can’t see much with his skirt bunched up. His legs are already spread wide to accommodate Hector between them, but he still shifts them wider as he raises his hips. Probably a good thing he’s been doing so much work on his flexibility again, even if he didn’t exactly see this coming.
The skin he has equipped didn’t come with any fancy, frilly lingerie, which feels a bit like oversight - but whatever. His underwear is just going to be coming off, anyways, unless Hector has some clothed sex kink he’s going to surprise Hector with.]
You do know how to pleasure someone with a body like me, right?
[ 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. ]
[At least Owen’s forgotten now, too, so it’s not just Hector left with a strange sense of almost-deja vu. He doesn’t have the advantage of knowing, which both means he feels far less like he has to be on guard around Hector… but it also means he doesn’t know why he had to be wary in the first place. There was surely a reason, but if he’s forgotten why it must have been something stupid and inconsequential. He knows what he’s like, and he knows he’s prone to being prickly and making snap judgements, so whatever reason he has for the strange feeling is probably unimportant.]
Of course.
[Well, Owen does believe him. He’s absolutely got more experience than Owen does, but thinking about Fandaniel and Hien while Hector is bearing down on him is probably in poor taste.
His legs wrap around Hector, as if it's possible to pull him ever closer - things have barely started, but he can feel the slow, warm build of arousal from the anticipation and the kiss. He might just be easy and have something of an oral fixation, though. He doesn't touch Hector's hair again, but he puts his hands on the bare skin of his chest before they wander, trying to see if there's a way to strip him of his robes. They're so loose and barely cover anything, so it should be easy to just slide the fabric from his shoulders without him having to let go.]
[ Hector, on the other hand, is far less uncertain. Despite the questions he has for himself about his relationship with Owen, he can look at surface-level things and decides he likes what he gets. He likes that he's just a bit taller than him. Skinny. He has a pretty face, and seems impressed when he does silly things like show off his muscles. Hector isn't hard to please, and so who is he to question what he's getting?
The robes slip off easily, and with his outer cloak already discarded somewhere in the guild lobby, this one leaves Hector shirtless. He only breaks the kiss briefly to drop his shirt and sash onto the floor, quickly diving back in to taste the inside of Owen's mouth.
Hector lays flush against Owen's body, faintly rolling his hips against his. Heat builds between them just as the arousal does; he exhales heavy into Owen's mouth as a hand glides up his bare thigh. Fingers dance over the hem of his underwear before he changes his mind. Instead they grasp at the fabric of his shirt and he yanks it up and out of its neat tuck into his skirt. He pulls back, just enough, to try and pull it up and over Owen's head. Be shirtless!
There's a flush on his face, and his eyes are glassy with arousal. The grin on his face is eager, but not animalistic. He looks almost boyish in contrast. ]
[Hector's standards are way too low... It's nice being wanted, though, so Owen can't complain too much so long as they don't have to worry about any weird, messy feelings or complications! Good thing the weeks coming up after this aren't going to cause anything like that!
The shirt comes off easily, though - Owen's chest is just as pale as the rest of him, his breasts small enough to get away without needing to really bind them to give the illusion of masculinity if he just wears boxy enough clothing. The flush on his cheeks is starting to spread lower, showing just how eager Owen is as if the way he leans up into Hector isn’t enough proof of that. His breathing is getting heavier, and he matches Owen’s boyish grin with one of his own.
Owen pulls him back down for another kiss, though, not wanting to be stared at for much longer. He rocks his hips upwards, a breathy laugh caught in his throat, hands tracing every part of Hector he can reach. His thumb brushes one of his nipples, curious about whether or not he’s sensitive there, but his hands don’t stay in any one place for long. Eventually he leans back, looking smug.]
You look even better like this. You should go shirtless more often.
[ Hello? His standards are fine?? Because Owen is so fucking cute and Hector is always right.
Hector's eyes roam Owen's bare chest, the way he bends under him, the flush. His own breathing grows a little more ragged as his arousal mounts. Despite how loose his pants are, the growing erection makes them feel so much tighter. Or maybe it's just the way Owen's legs are wrapped around him—
Fuck, they haven't even done anything yet.
He shudders faintly as Owen brushes his nipple—he is sensitive. But Hector lets him keep doing that; he tilts his head, hair falling over his face, and he gives a hoarse chuckle. ]
Maybe I will. Just for you.
[ Enough of this, though. He abruptly pulls back and sits back on his heel, obviously tenting. His hands reach for the belt over Owens skirt, searching for a way to undo it and free him of his skirt. ]
I'm gonna need your help if you want to see the rest, though.
[Don’t call Owen cute to his face or he’ll get mad.
Which Hector might still think is cute, though…
Owen files away a mental note about his sensitivity, and he lets out a brief, annoyed noise as Hector pulls back. He knows getting undressed while they’re wrapped around each other should be impossible, but it’s just as easy as unequipping their armor, isn’t it? That’s exactly what Owen does, his skirt and underwear disappearing into his inventory, but he still pulls his legs undereath himself so he can kneel facing Hector, placing over his erection through the fabric of his pants.]
Did you forget it was that easy, or do you want some special attention?
[He squeezes gently, before moving his hands so they’re on his waistband, toying with the fabric as he leans down, shuffling back so he has the space for it, and he presses a kiss to Hector’s navel.]
[ That thought seems to have never crossed Hector's mind. He stares at Owen briefly in betrayal when his clothes disappear. He doesn't even have the chance to soak in the sights of his naked body, which is what he would've wanted to do. Instead? He just pouts.
I mean, his eyes still flutter when Owen starts hovering over his crotch, but still! ]
Well, yes. [ At least he's honest? ] Undressing each other's part of the fun.
[ He's right and will not hear otherwise! Owen wants to get right to it, huh...
Though he'll still place a hand on the side of Owen's head, because that's where that goes. ]
[Owen laughs - briefly! - at the betrayed look on Hector's face, but he press a kiss to his stomach as an apology.]
Well, it is, but I'm not a very patient person.
[He does want to get right to it! Geez! But since Hector is being all pouty, Owen won't pester him into unequipping his pants. He can give Hector a treat for putting up with him.]
I'll make it up to you?
[It should be pretty obvious where this is going, with where Owen's head and hands are, but he still looks up at Hector as if he's waiting for permission. Maybe Hector isn't into getting head... you never know...]
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[Hm. Owen makes the tactical decision to set Sweets Grunty on the floor, straightening and smoothing out its cloak before.]
Can you go back to the kitchen?
[And the grunty scampers off with a nod, safe from seeing and hearing whatever Owen’s going to do next.
He turns back to Hector, circling him. He doesn’t step closer or reach out, keeping his hands tucked behind his back.]
You’re far more toned than I would expect from a cleric.
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Y'know, funny you mention that. You'd expect a cleric to be just as skinny as that Nanashi kid, huh?
[ He grins. ]
I think it just means I need to be strong enough to carry people out of danger.
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[Owen stops his circling in front of Hector, and he’s also checking out the girls. If he’s showing off like this, it’s only polite to look. Obviously.]
Only carrying them out of danger? Never anywhere else?
[Though with arms like that he could probably pick Owen up and throw him like a javelin across the room… which might also be a good use of his afternoon.]
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I mean, I'd rather not carry people into danger. But other places? Hm...
[ He quickly looks Owen up and down before dropping his hands to rest on his hips. His grin morphs into a little smirk. ]
Why, you got somewhere to go?
[ This is an offer, ]
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There’s a few places, but right now I need to head back to my room. I’ve forgotten something very important, but I’m feeling awfully faint…
[He leans against Hector in an exaggerated swoon, fluttering his eyelashes with a cheeky grin.]
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He breathes a quiet chuckle as Owen leans against him. While he may be dense in some things, this is not one of them. In one swift movement, he leans to sweep Owen off his feet and take him in his arms bridal style. ]
Sounds like you need my help, then.
[ He shifts Owen in his arms to plant a light, brief kiss on his cheek. ]
Tell me where to go, and I'll take you there.
[ "his room" but yes where is it ]
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The kiss to his cheek is also far too charming to dwell on anything else.]
Just down this hall.
[He gestures to the door Sweets Grunty went through.]
At the very end, to the left. You can't miss it.
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And he does as he's told, pushing the door open with his back and then down the hall. As he walks, he steals glances at Owen—he's so light, and very pretty. How does he keep wooing the pale, skinny twinks...
Anyway, the door is hard to miss, just like Owen says, and he shoves it open, too. But on his way to the bed (Owen didn't say the bed, but where else is he going to put him? The floor?), his pace slows considerably, and a little tease of a grin spreads across his face. ]
Where do you want me to put you? [ hehe ] And where do you want me?
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Well, the bed is right there.
[Which is the obvious answer, even if Owen has never actually had sex on a bed in this game. Everyone knows where this is going - so it seems Hector didn’t have to try very hard to seduce Owen.]
Now, as for you… That’s a trickier question.
[no it isn’t]
There’s plenty of space, but I think you’d be more comfortable on top.
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Yes, there it is, and Hector's already on his way there, albeit slowly. His eyes remain fixed on Owen's face, lids narrowing as he studies him in a...new light.
He hums lightly as his shin connects with the bed, and he bends to gently place Owen onto the bed. ]
Yeah?
[ So he climbs into the bed, straddling Owen's legs, leaning over him. He braces an arm above his head and he hovers, hair brushing the other's forehead. ]
I think I'm gonna be, too.
[ And he slowly lowers himself to gently press his lips to Owen's, stubble doubtlessly tickling the other man's smooth skin. ]
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Glad we’re in agreement.
[It tickles, but it’s not so bad. Not so long as Hector keeps kissing him, at least, even if Owen doesn’t let the kiss stay gentle for very long. He loops his arms around Hector to keep him in place, nipping at his lip. Owen is always testing others, to see what he can get away with, and this isn’t any different.
He’s at least not biting hard enough to draw blood, though… That makes it okay to be bitey.]
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He adjusts, nudging Owen's legs open to make room for himself and nestle in between his legs. Slowly, he lowers his weight onto him, deepening the kiss as he does; his free hand, the one not propping himself up, teases the waistband of his skirt, traces along the edges of the belt.
When he breaks the kiss, he only does so to speak low into his ear. ]
I know we were talking fashion, but— [ He tugs at the band, emphasizing the point he's about to make. ] I think you're wearing a bit too much.
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Maybe it’s the tits.]
Well, you’ll just have to rectify that.
[He doesn’t have much room to maneuver, with Hector pressing down on him like this - but he’ll graciously allow Hector to do the honors for him and busy himself toying with Hector’s hair. Owen is nothing if not selfish. He considers saying nothing else, and just waiting for his reaction, but - he’s admittedly a bit nervous for reasons he can’t quite place.]
Fair warning, you might be in for a bit of a surprise.
[Very normal things to say in bed.]
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Hector tilts his head in a weird way, like he's about to jerk his head back and out of Owen's grasp, but he stops himself. ...What was the thing about his hair to begin with? Vanity? The fingers through his hair feels nice—the context of it all coils satisfactory in his groin, anyway—so why would he ask him to stop?
His hand is halfway up Owen's thigh, skirt hiked up just as high, and his mouth is busy making a mess of Owen's neck when the other man mentions surprises. He pauses, slowly lifts his head, and fixes Owen with a curious look. ]
A surprise?
[ what does that mean buddy... ]
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(Because maybe Hector hates him? But why would he care about that, it’s not like it matters if he does, but the anxiety fades as quickly as it crops up, fading away just like his memories of rejection.)]
A surprise.
[He manages to get his cocky attitude back, smirking at Hector.]
Because you’re expecting me to have a cock and to have to prepare my ass so you can bed me without it hurting, aren’t you?
[Which - he could swap avatars to make that the case, but this is the avatar he usually uses. Not sure why, though, when that’s the only real difference between them…]
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When Owen reveals what the surprise is, he blinks. The way he words it makes it sound like he...doesn't have a dick? How is that possible? Hector stares at him blankly for a few more moments, and—
When he understands, the surprise certainly shows on his face. ]
Oh. [ However, his "oh" isn't one of disappointment or rejection. It's of accepting surprise; it doesn't turn him off at all. If anything, his face gets redder. ] I mean, I was, but it's not really a problem. Thank you for telling me.
[ He sits back on his heels, both hands gliding up Owen's thighs to hike up his skirt farther to see what's underneath. His hands rest on his hips before his eyes drift back up to Owen's face. ]
Er, this isn't a problem for you, is it? [ Hector's fine and not bothered at all; if Owen is, then that's a different problem entirely. ]
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If it was a problem for me, why would I let things get this far?
[Hector is attractive, even if every so often there’s something about him that makes Owen feels uncertain. He’s decent company despite that, and it’s not like Owen feels that Hector has certain expectations for him, or that he wants anything from him besides sex.
Hector won’t be saying he loves him, Owen isn’t bothered by the body he has, and they’re both adults who know what they’re getting into.]
I don’t make it a habit of inviting men into my bed if I’m not comfortable with them seeing me bare.
[He looks down the length of his body to where Hector’s hands rest, though he can’t see much with his skirt bunched up. His legs are already spread wide to accommodate Hector between them, but he still shifts them wider as he raises his hips. Probably a good thing he’s been doing so much work on his flexibility again, even if he didn’t exactly see this coming.
The skin he has equipped didn’t come with any fancy, frilly lingerie, which feels a bit like oversight - but whatever. His underwear is just going to be coming off, anyways, unless Hector has some clothed sex kink he’s going to surprise Hector with.]
You do know how to pleasure someone with a body like me, right?
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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. ]
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Of course.
[Well, Owen does believe him. He’s absolutely got more experience than Owen does, but thinking about Fandaniel and Hien while Hector is bearing down on him is probably in poor taste.
His legs wrap around Hector, as if it's possible to pull him ever closer - things have barely started, but he can feel the slow, warm build of arousal from the anticipation and the kiss. He might just be easy and have something of an oral fixation, though. He doesn't touch Hector's hair again, but he puts his hands on the bare skin of his chest before they wander, trying to see if there's a way to strip him of his robes. They're so loose and barely cover anything, so it should be easy to just slide the fabric from his shoulders without him having to let go.]
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The robes slip off easily, and with his outer cloak already discarded somewhere in the guild lobby, this one leaves Hector shirtless. He only breaks the kiss briefly to drop his shirt and sash onto the floor, quickly diving back in to taste the inside of Owen's mouth.
Hector lays flush against Owen's body, faintly rolling his hips against his. Heat builds between them just as the arousal does; he exhales heavy into Owen's mouth as a hand glides up his bare thigh. Fingers dance over the hem of his underwear before he changes his mind. Instead they grasp at the fabric of his shirt and he yanks it up and out of its neat tuck into his skirt. He pulls back, just enough, to try and pull it up and over Owen's head. Be shirtless!
There's a flush on his face, and his eyes are glassy with arousal. The grin on his face is eager, but not animalistic. He looks almost boyish in contrast. ]
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The shirt comes off easily, though - Owen's chest is just as pale as the rest of him, his breasts small enough to get away without needing to really bind them to give the illusion of masculinity if he just wears boxy enough clothing. The flush on his cheeks is starting to spread lower, showing just how eager Owen is as if the way he leans up into Hector isn’t enough proof of that. His breathing is getting heavier, and he matches Owen’s boyish grin with one of his own.
Owen pulls him back down for another kiss, though, not wanting to be stared at for much longer. He rocks his hips upwards, a breathy laugh caught in his throat, hands tracing every part of Hector he can reach. His thumb brushes one of his nipples, curious about whether or not he’s sensitive there, but his hands don’t stay in any one place for long. Eventually he leans back, looking smug.]
You look even better like this. You should go shirtless more often.
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Hector's eyes roam Owen's bare chest, the way he bends under him, the flush. His own breathing grows a little more ragged as his arousal mounts. Despite how loose his pants are, the growing erection makes them feel so much tighter. Or maybe it's just the way Owen's legs are wrapped around him—
Fuck, they haven't even done anything yet.
He shudders faintly as Owen brushes his nipple—he is sensitive. But Hector lets him keep doing that; he tilts his head, hair falling over his face, and he gives a hoarse chuckle. ]
Maybe I will. Just for you.
[ Enough of this, though. He abruptly pulls back and sits back on his heel, obviously tenting. His hands reach for the belt over Owens skirt, searching for a way to undo it and free him of his skirt. ]
I'm gonna need your help if you want to see the rest, though.
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Which Hector might still think is cute, though…
Owen files away a mental note about his sensitivity, and he lets out a brief, annoyed noise as Hector pulls back. He knows getting undressed while they’re wrapped around each other should be impossible, but it’s just as easy as unequipping their armor, isn’t it? That’s exactly what Owen does, his skirt and underwear disappearing into his inventory, but he still pulls his legs undereath himself so he can kneel facing Hector, placing over his erection through the fabric of his pants.]
Did you forget it was that easy, or do you want some special attention?
[He squeezes gently, before moving his hands so they’re on his waistband, toying with the fabric as he leans down, shuffling back so he has the space for it, and he presses a kiss to Hector’s navel.]
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I mean, his eyes still flutter when Owen starts hovering over his crotch, but still! ]
Well, yes. [ At least he's honest? ] Undressing each other's part of the fun.
[ He's right and will not hear otherwise! Owen wants to get right to it, huh...
Though he'll still place a hand on the side of Owen's head, because that's where that goes. ]
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Well, it is, but I'm not a very patient person.
[He does want to get right to it! Geez! But since Hector is being all pouty, Owen won't pester him into unequipping his pants. He can give Hector a treat for putting up with him.]
I'll make it up to you?
[It should be pretty obvious where this is going, with where Owen's head and hands are, but he still looks up at Hector as if he's waiting for permission. Maybe Hector isn't into getting head... you never know...]
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