[The tongue and the hand on his tail are too much stimulation. It's impossibly good, and with the drugs and the moon, his body craves more of this incredible excess. Hector moans. There's no way he's going to be able to give Everett the fellating he deserves when he's so worked up.]

...not the same. You could be Dionysus...god of the satyrs...beautiful god of drink...and revelry...and pleasure, oh god...

[Fuck, is Everett going to make him come twice before he even fucks Hector or touches his cock? He's going to be so deservedly smug if Hector doesn't catch up soon.

He digs his nails into his palms, using the pain as a distraction from Everett's pleasure so he can get his mouth back around Everett's cock and swallow it. He's learned some new tricks since that first time he got on his knees for Everett.]