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[Everett Vaughan] ([personal profile] rollfordiplomacy) wrote in [personal profile] petcromancer 2020-04-20 01:25 am (UTC)

D, didn't mean... to say anything... [Everett repeats, absolutely out of nervous habit to do so, voice half muffled into Hector's leg. His cock still throbs within Hector, the frenzy of the evening sure to not let him go soft despite his sudden weakness. A foolish, silly weakness! Hector didn't mean something like that. It was just something to say, something to cry out in feeling, a fun fantasy.

And Everett feels like a fool for falling into that fantasy so effectively. He hadn't done that in a long while, got caught up in a moment and in words said in heated moments. ]


Of... course. Of course. Dear Hector... worry not, I've got you... [Everett slips out from Hector, trailing a mess behind him, but he won't leave the young man without attention. Letting himself slump all the way between Hector's legs, he'll take the other faun's cock into his mouth with a hum. Anything to distract and not completely ruin Hector's well worked up arousal. Everett's reddened face always looks good between someone's legs, which are able to relax down from how high he'd kept them lifted]

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