[ And what a beautiful mess it is. A pity it won't carry over into reality. There's something about the idea of leaving a lasting mark that Fandaniel savors and yet, once Hector logs out, it'll all be gone. Ah, but one can't have everything, can they?
But then Hector is lifting himself and Fandaniel's grip on his hips tightens again, briefly, before forcing himself to relax his fingers and let the man move. That initial drag of tight flesh up sensitive skin has a wild heat searing through him, loin and legs, and all the way up his back. It takes an effort not to drag Hector back down immediately, to bury himself, hard, into him again.
A long sigh leaves his lips and he leans back against the stony wall of the hot spring. With every ounce of self-control, he angles his hips down and away ever so slightly to help Hector in his own movement. When the man comes down again, he'll roll them up to meet him. That way, they can set a rhythm and pace that suits them both. ]
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But then Hector is lifting himself and Fandaniel's grip on his hips tightens again, briefly, before forcing himself to relax his fingers and let the man move. That initial drag of tight flesh up sensitive skin has a wild heat searing through him, loin and legs, and all the way up his back. It takes an effort not to drag Hector back down immediately, to bury himself, hard, into him again.
A long sigh leaves his lips and he leans back against the stony wall of the hot spring. With every ounce of self-control, he angles his hips down and away ever so slightly to help Hector in his own movement. When the man comes down again, he'll roll them up to meet him. That way, they can set a rhythm and pace that suits them both. ]