[Hector is awash with giddiness, at the affection being lavished upon him and the relief that he doesn't have to hide what it does to him. He kisses Everett's lips, and the tip of his nose, along his cheek to the seek out the furred shell of his ear from within his tangle of hair.]
A wonderful thing, a feral faun holding nothing back.
[He's loath to untangle himself from Everett's embrace, but eager to see the power of this third wind of Everett's. He leans in for one last teasing touch, licking his tongue up the outer edge of Everett's ear, before he climbs off of him.
He gets on hands and knees, and what a mess he must look right now. Hair mussed, both pairs of cheeks red, one flushed and tear-streaked, the other still bearing hand prints from earlier. Tail raised up, cum dribbling out of him. A wanton faun, thoroughly debauched and still asking for more.]
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A wonderful thing, a feral faun holding nothing back.
[He's loath to untangle himself from Everett's embrace, but eager to see the power of this third wind of Everett's. He leans in for one last teasing touch, licking his tongue up the outer edge of Everett's ear, before he climbs off of him.
He gets on hands and knees, and what a mess he must look right now. Hair mussed, both pairs of cheeks red, one flushed and tear-streaked, the other still bearing hand prints from earlier. Tail raised up, cum dribbling out of him. A wanton faun, thoroughly debauched and still asking for more.]