[Everett pets his head, and Hector withdraws his hand again. Everett isn't mad. Hector's doing good.
The switching between light and hard slaps keeps him constantly on edge. He doesn't know where the next blow will land, or when, or how hard. If there was a rhythm, Hector could settle into it and get through it without too much embarrassment, but Everett's too devious for that.]
...please, fuck, need you to touch me....
[He's so hard, there's no way Everett can't know how bad he needs Everett's touch.]
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[Everett pets his head, and Hector withdraws his hand again. Everett isn't mad. Hector's doing good.
The switching between light and hard slaps keeps him constantly on edge. He doesn't know where the next blow will land, or when, or how hard. If there was a rhythm, Hector could settle into it and get through it without too much embarrassment, but Everett's too devious for that.]
...please, fuck, need you to touch me....
[He's so hard, there's no way Everett can't know how bad he needs Everett's touch.]