[ Yes. Grab his ass. Hector spreads his legs further, sinks deeper, arches into the younger man as they grind together. He blinks languidly, his eyes settling on the pink of Fandaniel's lips. God. This isn't even real but it feels so, so good. Not long ago he would've laughed at the idea of cybering in VR but—who cares, now? Not him, not when he feels the ecstasy coil so tightly, so hot in the pit of his gut with each rock of his hips, whenever his torso presses to Fandaniel.
It's not long before he notices how he rocks into a cock just as hard as his own, and it's not long before he decides it isn't enough. One hand snakes up the back of Fandaniel's head, fingers tangling in his hair again as he gently guides him to his neck, damp with spring water and sweat. The other leaves its perch from his shoulders to reach for Fandaniel's hand to guide him towards the inner curve of his rear.
Mark him. Prep him. He's Fandaniel's for the taking. ]
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It's not long before he notices how he rocks into a cock just as hard as his own, and it's not long before he decides it isn't enough. One hand snakes up the back of Fandaniel's head, fingers tangling in his hair again as he gently guides him to his neck, damp with spring water and sweat. The other leaves its perch from his shoulders to reach for Fandaniel's hand to guide him towards the inner curve of his rear.
Mark him. Prep him. He's Fandaniel's for the taking. ]