E, even if it had been... some odd and grand scheme, to confess... such feelings, I'd have welcomed them all, a, all the same... [Everett voice is course, rugged and more feral in depth than his prim demeanor usually held up. Too far gone, to be so proper sounding, of all this he is rough and unpolished. Yet, it's natural and sincere, not a mask being worn or manners being cycled through in habit. Hector is seeing the most unguarded sides of him, the longer the go like this.

Yet, those silken hands are still soft as can be, reach to pet gentle over Hector's slowly bouncing hips. No more bruising the young man up, it's time to be careful in one another's loose, exploring grasps. There's nothing frantic left, only tender connection]