[ The weight of Hector settling down on him, the press of his cock against his, feels so good. It's easy to get lost in it, a quiet groan leaving him once the other man begins moving on his lap, rocking against him, hot, sensitive skin grinding together. If he wasn't just as stiff as Hector before, he would be in short order. For Fandaniel's own part, he's moved his hands to find Hector's legs instead, sliding up through the water to settle on his hips as he moves them.
He crooks his fingertips, nails biting into skin, lightly, oh so lightly, for now. ]
And it's only going to get better.
[ Fandaniel can't help but laugh some, as he often does, though it's a soft chuckle before he rolls his own hips upward, grinding back against Hector. ]
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He crooks his fingertips, nails biting into skin, lightly, oh so lightly, for now. ]
And it's only going to get better.
[ Fandaniel can't help but laugh some, as he often does, though it's a soft chuckle before he rolls his own hips upward, grinding back against Hector. ]