[ Fandaniel's aware, so he prepared ahead of time. Hector, however, let's just say Fandaniel is looking forward to the reaction when he finds out.

As his own flash of bliss trails off and he's left biting his lip when Hector moves, sitting up, while his softening dick is still in him, the motion jostling sensitive flesh, he can only give the older man a look, eyebrows raised, and then, after that initial bit of biting back that groan, a breathy laugh. ]

Said the kettle to the pot, is that the saying? Aren't we lucky, then, to have chosen to do this next to a hot spring?

[ No shame in slithering their way back into the water and recuperating there, clearly. ]