[ A long exhale leaves Fandaniel when Hector lifts himself up off of his cock, a hint of that same regret reflecting back to him. He'd made himself blissfully cozy fucking up into that man and now he was going to have to move to keep doing just that. Terrible... but he does move, pushing up to stand. Water drips down over pale skin, giving Hector a prime view of his back and all that entails first and foremost, though he turns soon enough.
Slim but toned, he's by no means the biggest nor the strongest man on the server, but he's not nothing, either. He pushes back his bangs with a hand — damp from the perpetual steam, enough of it slicks back and stays that way — as he lingers there, giving Hector a moment to look if he likes, but once that moment passes, he's hauling himself up out of the spring over the stony edge at the same spot Hector did.
Even though he'd told Fandaniel he was going to be the one doing the fucking, if he wants to keep riding him, he's going to have to fight for it, because this shitty little man isn't above climbing right over Hector and putting a hand to his chest, shoving him to the ground. ]
Or maybe you were hoping that I would fuck you harder, hmm?
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Slim but toned, he's by no means the biggest nor the strongest man on the server, but he's not nothing, either. He pushes back his bangs with a hand — damp from the perpetual steam, enough of it slicks back and stays that way — as he lingers there, giving Hector a moment to look if he likes, but once that moment passes, he's hauling himself up out of the spring over the stony edge at the same spot Hector did.
Even though he'd told Fandaniel he was going to be the one doing the fucking, if he wants to keep riding him, he's going to have to fight for it, because this shitty little man isn't above climbing right over Hector and putting a hand to his chest, shoving him to the ground. ]
Or maybe you were hoping that I would fuck you harder, hmm?