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[ Does he like teasing? Maybe he does. Hector gives a little chuckle at that, jumps at the pinch. At least he's being honest, in all senses.

He's still working on the egg as Fandaniel's hand roams; he keeps his attention on his food as he feels the brush through the water, pressure in the warmth. He tires not to let it show too much, but he is, ultimately, an honest man. He looks at his half-eaten egg like he wants to make out with it. His hips shift, ever so slightly, a clear signal that he's ready, whenever Fandaniel is. It's just too bad he seems to be taking his time.

Impatience? Hmm.

The egg is gone, and Hector leans in for good this time. There's a little grin on his face as his lips just scarcely brush Fandaniel's, and he speaks, ]

Seems like I'm not the only one.

Mm, you have no idea.

[ Hector's just lucky that he isn't planning on getting the poor man all riled up and then logging out to laugh about it... this time, anyway. As Hector leans in, their lips barely touching, Fandaniel slides his hand down further, this time reaching out to trace his fingers along the cock he finds down there, under the water.

Just as before, while teasingly brushing over his hip, they're only the lightest of touches, but he won't leave Hector wanting in every category. Fandaniel at least gives him this much, leaning in the rest of the way to make their lips meet, eyes sliding shut as he kisses him. ]

[ Hector is most certainly going to start questioning his life choices when that happens. But...not today.

His own eyes fall shut as the kiss begins in earnest, a quiet sigh slipping from his mouth to Fandaniel's. His hand, now free, gently snakes up Fandaniel's neck and tangles with his hair, keeping him close. Love effect aside, he still had fun kissing him yesterday, and a little shiver of excitement and anticipation rolls through him at the thought of a second round.

...Or that might just be the way Fandaniel ever so lightly brushes his hip, his cock. He's already aroused; his erection grows with each brush of his fingers, and a low hum rolls in his throat. How long is he going to keep his patience? Not that he doesn't enjoy a slow build, of course. The springs are doing very well at keeping him relaxed, it seems. ]

[ Seems that it'll be a trial for exactly that, Hector's patience, as Fandaniel carries on slow and steady. He presses into the kiss with a delighted hum in response to that shiver, lips parting against Hector's in a bid to deepen it and a groan leaving him as fingers tangle in his hair.

For his own part, he won't carry on simply teasing his fingers along Hector's stiffening erection. Feeling that flesh harden under all those light little brushes earns him reaching further and wrapping his hand around it fully and those light touches become full strokes. Even then, though, they're slow, agonizingly so. ]

[ A quiet moan slips from Hector's mouth into Fandaniel's once those light touches turn to strokes. It's like he's actually touching him, which is...kind of incredible. A surge of arousal lighting a little aggressive spark in him; he scrapes his teeth on Fandaniel's lips, and he leans into him, folding over the other man's smaller frame.

He drapes the leg flush against Fandaniel over the other man's leg, pulling him closer; he lifts his knee ever so slightly to gently press against the base of his cock as his way of saying, I haven't forgotten about this. With one last sweep of his tongue, with one last playful nip, Hector breaks the kiss to shift, pulling Fandaniel's head closer to him. He presses his lips close to his ear and murmurs, ]

Tell me how you want me.

[ It really is mindboggling how real everything feels, down to the smallest touch, the tiniest bit of pressure, and Fandaniel is feeling that, too, as Hector presses his knee lightly against his own cock. Admittedly, it isn't quite as stiff as Hector's, not yet, but that certainly helps. He lets out a quiet breath as the kiss breaks and tightens his grip on Hector, squeezing. ]

Mm, I believe I have a very comfortable seat for you right on my lap.

[ Hector chuckles quietly into Fandaniel's ear, but— ] Ah— [ He wasn't expecting the squeeze. His eyes flutter, his head bows slightly. Mm. Better regain at least a little composure so he can go where he's needed.

He pivots, throwing his other leg over Fandaniel's opposite hip. Arms wreathe around the smaller man's neck as his eyes, hazy from the bath and from needy arousal, settle on his, keeping eye contact as he sinks down, lowering his stiff cock onto Fandaniel's. Slowly, water ripples in serene waves as Hector begins to rock his hips for the pressure, the relief he's oh-so desperate for.

He leans in, breath short. ]

You're right. Best seat in the house.

[ The weight of Hector settling down on him, the press of his cock against his, feels so good. It's easy to get lost in it, a quiet groan leaving him once the other man begins moving on his lap, rocking against him, hot, sensitive skin grinding together. If he wasn't just as stiff as Hector before, he would be in short order. For Fandaniel's own part, he's moved his hands to find Hector's legs instead, sliding up through the water to settle on his hips as he moves them.

He crooks his fingertips, nails biting into skin, lightly, oh so lightly, for now. ]

And it's only going to get better.

[ Fandaniel can't help but laugh some, as he often does, though it's a soft chuckle before he rolls his own hips upward, grinding back against Hector. ]

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[ Yes. Grab his ass. Hector spreads his legs further, sinks deeper, arches into the younger man as they grind together. He blinks languidly, his eyes settling on the pink of Fandaniel's lips. God. This isn't even real but it feels so, so good. Not long ago he would've laughed at the idea of cybering in VR but—who cares, now? Not him, not when he feels the ecstasy coil so tightly, so hot in the pit of his gut with each rock of his hips, whenever his torso presses to Fandaniel.

It's not long before he notices how he rocks into a cock just as hard as his own, and it's not long before he decides it isn't enough. One hand snakes up the back of Fandaniel's head, fingers tangling in his hair again as he gently guides him to his neck, damp with spring water and sweat. The other leaves its perch from his shoulders to reach for Fandaniel's hand to guide him towards the inner curve of his rear.

Mark him. Prep him. He's Fandaniel's for the taking. ]

[ Content though he was to carry on grinding and moaning against one another, it's made clear enough that the man desperately rocking against him has run out of patience. It would seem Hector knows exactly what he wants, too, and who is Fandaniel to deny him that?

It's quicker to press his mouth to Hector's neck and then, quickly after, his teeth, setting them to skin and biting in with no interest in being gentle about it. He won't kiss or lick or soothe his bites, no, not even a little. Where he bites, he intends to leave angry, bruising marks, and that same roughness will be felt soon enough from his fingers as well.

Where his hand has been led, he traces fingers over the curve of that ass first before delving deeper, seeking entrance with just as much kindness as his teeth are granting Hector. In the game, there isn't much resistance to driving two fingers into him immediately, although it may be a sudden shock for Hector himself. No resistance means he can sink those in as far as he likes before scissoring them open, then crooking them sharply against those tight inner walls.

Time to see just how many different noises he can get out of the man wriggling away on his lap. ]

[ A low, raspy breath slips from Hector's lips as he feels the teeth sink into his neck. This is what he wants, what he needs. His eyes clench shut briefly, enduring the slight twinge of pain, but he keeps on. He keeps on rocking against Fandaniel's cock, the extra movement doubtlessly tearing into his skin. He doesn't care.

But his movements lurch, stutter when Fandaniel's fingers press in; the tips of his own dig into his shoulder. He arches into him, choking out a moan into his ear. ]

Hah—

[ It ripples through him, his physical body reacting and resisting though his virtual one lets the other man right in. He shudders, breathes hard in tandem with the way Fandaniel strokes his insides, feeling the way he's slowly prying him open, leaving him bare.

It scarcely matters that he's older, or taller. He's putty in Fandaniel's hands. ]

[ There's a lot to be said about self-control here when Fandaniel, who direly wants to move forward and bury his dick into Hector as roughly as he can, a desire that only grows hotter and more urgent with every rock of Hector's hips against him, but he chooses not to. No, with how he's squirming so delightfully in his lap like this, he opts to tease the poor man further first.

One more bite, hard, teeth digging into another spot along Hector's neck, sure to leave bruises in only the game, though he certainly hopes the sensation will carry over into reality for a time. Wouldn't that be nice? Ah, but yes, after that one, he parts way from that and laughs quietly against warm skin.

The words that come chasing after it are breathy and amused. ]

Why do I get the feeling that I could make you come with just this alone? [ A third finger is added as he pulls them back out, then pushes all three in together, once more spreading his fingers, stretching him out even further. ] Do you want that, Hector? Hmm? Or do you want to ride me like a good boy?

[ Funny that he, someone younger and smaller, would be the one calling Hector a boy, but Fandaniel would like to guess that he's into this sort of teasing. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Fandaniel will allow his hand to be swatted away, drawing it back up along Hector's ass and settling it on a hip. He does let out a harsh breath when that hand brushes his own cock, hard and more than ready, but any further sound is bitten back by teeth in his own lip, instead drawing back to watch Hector bring himself in line and drop on him so suddenly.

Now that? That does earn a burst of noise from Fandaniel, a sudden outgoing gasp as all the air leaves his lungs from the sheer shock of how quickly he finds his dick surrounded by tight, gripping muscle. His grip on Hector's hips tightens, fingertips digging into flesh, and after the moment of dizzying pleasure, he sorts out his thoughts enough to laugh out loud at the older man's surprise. ]

Mm? Was that... too much for you? Haha...

[ And just to drive that point home, he rolls his hips up sharply, jostling Hector about on his dick when there's nowhere further to go. ]

[ It's not like Fandaniel can go any deeper, it's not like Fandaniel can stuff Hector any fuller than he already is, but the jostling gives him the illusion that it's possible, moving around and rearranging his insides. Hector's eyes flutter, his head tilts back—if Fandaniel hadn't gotten the chance to see the mess he's made on his neck, now's the time—and he exhales. The movements cause little ripples in the water; he hasn't even had the chance to get used to this again. ]

You're... [ He collects himself, despite his shortening breath, aching desire to ride Fandaniel's brains out to Mac Anu and back, because he needs to find some semblance of control to do that.

He smiles lazily, hands dragging down from his shoulders to rest on his chest. And with a slight shift, he begins to lift himself and oh, does this feel tight, that friction sending sparks of ecstasy all up and down his limbs. ]

...Hah, just right.

[ 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. ]

[ Hector's head bows backwards again, ends of his hair brushing the surface of the water, fingers dig deep into Fandaniel's chest. His movements alone were already good enough, filling himself up with Fandaniel's cock at his own pace, but to feel him moving against him, in tandem with him, oh— Maybe it speaks to how long it's been, with the way that groan rolls in the depths of his throat.

He lifts his hips faster, drops them with equal speed. Every time he finds himself flush against Fandaniel's groin, his breath grows louder, lights spark behind his eyelids. A needy heat pools in his groin, one staved only by the brief brushes of his erection against the other man's torso as he rolls into the movement.

Soon, though, it's not enough. He wants to go faster, harder, but the water drags him back, tires him out quicker. His movements slow. There's a look of frustration as his eyes turn to look at Fandaniel again. But his chest remains arched, a hand reaches up to rake the hair out of his face—he's just doing this to show off, surely. ]

Get— [ His voice is groggy from arousal, needy from dissatisfaction. The hot springs are nice, but not for what he wants. Regardless, he continues his slow up and down, soaking in the dull waves of pleasure. ] Get out of the water.

[ Slow and steady suits Fandaniel just fine. He's enjoying the gradual climb to completion, the warm arousal filling him up and making his toes curl in the water and his breath hitch with every rise and fall as Hector rides him. Best of all, he enjoys watching the older man struggle with need. The way his expression begins to twist with that growing arousal, the way his voice cracks with desperation.

Oh, he could listen to that all day, and that's exactly why Fandaniel makes no attempt to move them from where they are right then, as Hector tells him what he wants. Rather, a hand slides off one of his hips and around to grip that stiff erection bobbing up and down through the water as Hector puts on his show, fingers closing around the top half of the shaft as he plays a thumb around the head. Slowly, so very slowly. ]

Hmm? What was that? I don't believe I heard a pretty please.

Please—

[ The hand comes over his cock, and Hector's body responds beyond his control. He twitches, his movements stutter, his head lolls. He feels light, woozy, all that heady arousal rushing through him as he tries to roll his hips into Fandaniel's hand.

If Fandaniel wants him to beg, he'll beg. He angles his hips as he drops himself onto Fandaniel's cock again, the tip slamming straight into his sweet spot. He gasps, bites his lip; his hands lift to dig hard, rough into his shoulders. ]

Please, Fandaniel— [ He says his name, eyes locking with his as he does, ] Let me fuck you harder...

[ He needs more. More, and oh god, it'd be just enough to send him over the edge — ]

[ God, yes, this is exactly what he wants. Those hands digging into his shoulders, the begging, every needy noise that Hector makes, every look he gives Fandaniel. The way he drops down on Fandaniel like that has him giving Hector's cock one last squeeze and a stuttery roll of his own hips, but rather than moan and groan over it, he merely licks his lips and smirks at it all. ]

You make a, ah, convincing argument. [ Then he jerks his hips up a second time, with meaning. ] Off, we're moving.

[ If Hector had hoped to be carried out of the hot spring, he needed to find a much beefier twink than Fandaniel to get all tangled up with here. ]

[ Oh, but the jerk feels so nice. Hector hums in satisfaction, his eyes falling shut as he lets the ripples of that lovely impact wash over him. Mmm, this dick is good. He picked the right person to mistakenly profess his love to.

Regretfully, he lifts himself up and off of Fandaniel and pulls himself up to perch on the side of the spring with a messy splash. Already his body feels empty, buzzing for more. His face is flushed, eyes unfocused. He watches Fandaniel move, taking in every way that twinky body moves, lightly stroking himself as he does so. ]

[ 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?

[ Oh, Hector looks. Disrespectfully. Fandaniel gives him the opportunity to do so, and he gleefully takes it, eyes tracing the way his lean muscles move under thin frame. He idly thinks about how he'd like to watch him squirm under him sometime, but that'd be an experiment for another day.

Though admittedly, he isn't expecting the hand to his chest; in his surprise, he doesn't push back against him. His back collides hard with the rough, wet ground, a shockingly cool sensation in comparison to how hot everything has been so far. His eyes flutter, the hand at his own cock stutters. The heat of arousal coils hot in his stomach, because oh, he likes that.

Any other bottom may have caved, melted into the shitty little man's advances, but not Hector. Unfortunately, once Hector puts his mind to something, it takes a lot to stop him—he said he's going to fuck Fandaniel, and he plans to do just that. His hands move quickly, grabbing Fandaniel's thin frame and quickly flipping them around, slamming him into the ground. He hovers over him, wet hair dripping as he does, and he grins. ]

Not today.

[ He leans forward as he straddles Fandaniel's waist, hand reaching back to angle his cock properly. Slowly he settles back, pressing the tip to his entrance; his head lowers further, lips just scarcely brushing his. ]

But maybe some other time.

[ And he pushes back, taking all of him in at once, and he lets a loud, loud moan. ]

[ Now that's unexpected! With how needy Hector had been before, in the water, he had been anticipating him to give, let Fandaniel have his way with him, but when their positions are reversed and he's left with cool, harsh stone at his back, little rocks digging into bare skin, he feels a jolt of heat, arousal surging through him at being so manhandled.

Mm, how nice to find someone who likes to be just as rough. ]

Definitely another time.

[ Fandaniel gasps out the words, breath taken by the swiftness in how Hector takes him all in with one fell swoop. His hips move on their own, instinctively bucking against Hector's ass. Rather than grapple for Hector's hips again, he reaches up to grab at the back of his head, fist curling into his long hair as he yanks him down to complete that kiss. ]

[ The kiss is rough, a messy clash of teeth and tongues, and perhaps Hector's lips don't always stay on Fandaniel's, considering how he rocks himself back. He's fucking him, like he said it would, and oh is it so much better without the water slowing him down.

He hates, hates it, though, when people touch his hair. So yes, while he likes the rough handling, he doesn't appreciate that it's his hair that bears the brunt of it. His hands whip up and grips Fandaniel's wrists, wrenching them from his hair and pins them above the smaller man's head.

He lifts himself from the kiss; one hand keeps the wrists firmly pressed into the rough, rocky ground, and the other presses to Fandaniel's chest as Hector pulls up. He slams himself down over Fandaniel's groin over and over and over, pleasing himself more than anything. Through ragged breaths and the intermittent hum of pleasure, he grins down at him, taking in the sight. ]

...You look good.

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