[ It goes deeper than Hector initially intends; he doesn't mean to get so carried away, lost in the moment. The feel of Fandaniel's lips, tongue, teeth on his own is all he can think about, how he can pull him closer, how he wants this all to last forever—

So it's a good thing Fandaniel pulls away when he does. Hector chases, at first, but the tone of the other man's voice is a good indicator that this needs to stop for the minute. Hector himself will not think about how flushed and hot his face feels, how much effort it takes for him to peel his eyes open. He's not offended at all by the push; he just chuckles, hands reluctantly slipping away from Fandaniel's waist. ]

Don't let me keep you. [ He says this softly. ] Message me when you get back. I'll definitely have something good in mind by the time you get back.

[ He won't stay up all night thinking of date ideas or anything like that... Or will he? ]