[How did this get so off track so quickly? One minute Hector was doing so well, playing his role as a pet, and the next, he's thrown off both of their rhythms and come too soon, choking his mentor.

He can't even sputter an apology at first. He's just...mortified. And with the full moon and the damned witch blood, he can't think. He just shakes his head, not able to meet Everett's eyes.]

I meant for real.

[All that discretion that Everett has with his lovers? It may have backfired a little here. Hector doesn't know who all else Everett takes to his bed, but he knows he gets called to come here at night, and Everett won't allow displays of affection in the light of day. He doesn't think Everett is ashamed of him, because Everett's shown no signs of feeling shame about anything, but...

...but Hector knows his place, and he should be content with it. He keeps his eyes lowered to Everett's chin as he reaches up to brush his thumb over Everett's cum-covered lips.]

Sorry. Forget I said anything. You can punish me later. But first, you promised you'd have me from behind next.

[What better way to not have this conversation than with feral, animal-style fucking?]