[ Fandaniel makes a sound of remorse when his hands are pried away and pinned, doubly so when Hector breaks the kiss and leans away to carry on fucking himself on his cock with wild fervor. He can't complain, though, since, considering the latter, lingering on everything other than the tight slide of muscle moving and clutching around him is nigh impossible.
He pants into the air, eyes barely open as he watches Hector move. He's drawn his legs up specifically to better angle his hips and thrust back against him, rolling forward to meet him when he drops down onto him, away when he bobs up, trying to establish some kind of pattern as they blaze their way towards completion. ]
Ha. You... you look better.
[ Specifically on his dick, of course. He lets out a laugh, hands vainly tugging against Hector's grip, but once he's sure he means to keep them pinned overhead, he lets him. Being manhandled this thoroughly is a treat and he arches his back and throws his head about, giving Hector all that nice squirming under him that he may have been hoping for. ]
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He pants into the air, eyes barely open as he watches Hector move. He's drawn his legs up specifically to better angle his hips and thrust back against him, rolling forward to meet him when he drops down onto him, away when he bobs up, trying to establish some kind of pattern as they blaze their way towards completion. ]
Ha. You... you look better.
[ Specifically on his dick, of course. He lets out a laugh, hands vainly tugging against Hector's grip, but once he's sure he means to keep them pinned overhead, he lets him. Being manhandled this thoroughly is a treat and he arches his back and throws his head about, giving Hector all that nice squirming under him that he may have been hoping for. ]