[ There is a part of Hector, the one that quickly slips from reality as Fandaniel slides in a third, that worries about the bruises on his neck. How is he going to explain this to his coworkers, he wonders? How can he hide his neck in front of guests tomorrow? It isn't cold enough for a scarf, or a jacket. Someone is inevitably going to ask questions— ]
Fuck—
[ Oh, but he won't remember until he's washing his face tomorrow morning, fingers tracing along the phantom pains of these bites, that it isn't real.
Right now, though, all he can think about is how Fandaniel keeps pulling him wider, wider, how he's here for the taking, how hot he feels in this water, pressed flush up against the smaller man. He tries to keep his rhythm, movements, but he's getting too desperate. He needs that dick in him, now.
With a breathy little chuckle and a weak grin, he looks down at Fandaniel through lidded eyes. He's honestly not all that bad looking, haircut included. ]
I'll be good. [ He does like the teasing, though he'll never, ever admit it out loud. His voice is raw, gravelly. ] I'll ride you.
[ He takes a hand to reach around and swat Fandaniel's hand away. And when he's free, he'll drag that same hand up the other man's cock, angling his hips to take him in—
—a lot faster than he anticipates, considering he could have done it like this to begin with (thanks VR!). His eyes burst open in surprise, then flutter. A loud, pitched cry spills from his lips as Fandaniel fills him up to the brim. ]
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Fuck—
[ Oh, but he won't remember until he's washing his face tomorrow morning, fingers tracing along the phantom pains of these bites, that it isn't real.
Right now, though, all he can think about is how Fandaniel keeps pulling him wider, wider, how he's here for the taking, how hot he feels in this water, pressed flush up against the smaller man. He tries to keep his rhythm, movements, but he's getting too desperate. He needs that dick in him, now.
With a breathy little chuckle and a weak grin, he looks down at Fandaniel through lidded eyes. He's honestly not all that bad looking, haircut included. ]
I'll be good. [ He does like the teasing, though he'll never, ever admit it out loud. His voice is raw, gravelly. ] I'll ride you.
[ He takes a hand to reach around and swat Fandaniel's hand away. And when he's free, he'll drag that same hand up the other man's cock, angling his hips to take him in—
—a lot faster than he anticipates, considering he could have done it like this to begin with (thanks VR!). His eyes burst open in surprise, then flutter. A loud, pitched cry spills from his lips as Fandaniel fills him up to the brim. ]