[That coy smirk speaks volumes, truly. This little lamb of his is trouble and Everett knows it, full well, enjoying every second of Hector. He can let the young man get away with dragging so much out from him, without asking something in return.
A hand slips from Hector's hip to grasps his bouncing cock, rubbing and teasing with only a dance of his silken fingers along it.]
And what... What of you, precious Hector? When might a love for me... Have stuck you?
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A hand slips from Hector's hip to grasps his bouncing cock, rubbing and teasing with only a dance of his silken fingers along it.]
And what... What of you, precious Hector? When might a love for me... Have stuck you?