[Fingers rub at Hector's ear and his ass, teasing, and Hector writhes in Everett's lap. More. More, please. His pleas come out as a whimpered moan. He's so needy, and he doesn't even care.]
Ffffffour, f-five, six.
[Halfway through, and he feels wound up tight enough to snap. Everett could have him spilling his load with just a word or one well-placed touch, but he's trying, trying so hard to be good and hold on.]
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Ffffffour, f-five, six.
[Halfway through, and he feels wound up tight enough to snap. Everett could have him spilling his load with just a word or one well-placed touch, but he's trying, trying so hard to be good and hold on.]