[ Fandaniel will never publicly acknowledge the fact that a groan escapes him, muffled by Hector's lips, when he's pulled flush against the man, chest to chest, hips to hips, and it does prove that, no, he isn't going to get any worthwhile thinking done while Hector is eating up his lips like that. One hand remains planted firmly against that chest of his, the other drifting down to cup a hip...

And while he does let the kiss drag on for a time, his own lips parting against Hector's to pull at the other's lower one, nipping at it. Normally, he'd do that because he'd like to deepen the kiss — and, oh, he does, he really does — but he also realizes if he lets this go much further, he'll be far too riled up to just log off.

A stolen kiss or two is one thing. The rest? ]

Hoh, okay. [ Fandaniel breaks the kiss before it goes that far, taking in a breath of fresh air while giving Hector a push. Away, away, darn thot. ] Hector, I do need to think about going to work soon.

[ Hector's early evening is Fandaniel's early morning, so that's not exactly a lie. ]

As much as I would love to carry on like this, how about... hmm... you plan a little date for us instead, for when I get back?