[It does- absolutely, entirely, consumingly- drive him wild to hear such confessions. To be regarded so highly, sought after, thought of when he's not around... there's nothing he strives for more than all that. His goals were never morally grounded, he would happily admit he was a selfish man in his motivations. He wants to be liked, as he's told Hector, and this is a step beyond. Deeper and more fulfilling than that.
His hips stutter as a result, he needs bite into Hector's cape of wool to keep himself from being overwhelmed by it. When he relaxes his jaw, riding through and holding back the urge to cum quickly again, he leaves a trail of wetness from his mouth. Oh... how this makes him drool, like some hungry animal for it. After that loss of pace, he's fucking Hector with more passion, less control, needing to indulge the feral love they've found between them, with their bodies as much as anything else]
Yours... I'll be yours, my precious Hector... precious lambkin, pleasing me so well...
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His hips stutter as a result, he needs bite into Hector's cape of wool to keep himself from being overwhelmed by it. When he relaxes his jaw, riding through and holding back the urge to cum quickly again, he leaves a trail of wetness from his mouth. Oh... how this makes him drool, like some hungry animal for it. After that loss of pace, he's fucking Hector with more passion, less control, needing to indulge the feral love they've found between them, with their bodies as much as anything else]
Yours... I'll be yours, my precious Hector... precious lambkin, pleasing me so well...