[Hector curls himself tighter into Everett's arms, so warm and sturdy while Hector tries to sort through the dizzying rush of feelings. Everett...loves him. He tries to think it like a fact, not a question. It helps that Everett loves his bonded, too. Being on a list of loved ones is...more realistic. He can believe that. Everett's heart is so large, capable of caring for many, even someone like himself.
The patch of fur he's nestled his face into is wet now from the tears that have slipped out despite his best efforts, and he's still half-hard as he leans into Everett. There's cum leaking out of his ass, and he can feel the tension in parts of his leg muscles he rarely strains. So many individual components that should equal out to discomfort, all outweighed by the awe of being in Everett's arms, loved.]
...want you constantly. Not just for sex. I want you to keep teaching me lessons, and forcing me to play terrible card games. I miss you when I'm not here.
[He's nowhere near as eloquent as Everett, but he's trying to give voice to how it is for him. He doesn't know where this leaves them, or where to go from here, but...it is said.]
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The patch of fur he's nestled his face into is wet now from the tears that have slipped out despite his best efforts, and he's still half-hard as he leans into Everett. There's cum leaking out of his ass, and he can feel the tension in parts of his leg muscles he rarely strains. So many individual components that should equal out to discomfort, all outweighed by the awe of being in Everett's arms, loved.]
...want you constantly. Not just for sex. I want you to keep teaching me lessons, and forcing me to play terrible card games. I miss you when I'm not here.
[He's nowhere near as eloquent as Everett, but he's trying to give voice to how it is for him. He doesn't know where this leaves them, or where to go from here, but...it is said.]