[There's a stutter in the steady motion of rise and fall when Everett grips his cock. So far, Hector's been focused on the closeness, not seeking out climax with any especial urgency.

That teasing hand on his cock wakes up those faun urges, and he starts to move faster, angling his motions so Everett's shaft rubs him just right.

Hector's smile falters, and he bites his lip to keep from saying the first thing that enters his head --I've been gone for you since the first time you petted my head and called me 'dear'--. He scrambles to think of the moment in time the puppy love solidified, that moment he first knew there was no hope left for him.]

A,at your party...you were t,teasing me...and I thought you...belonged to someone else...and still I wanted you....T-the thought of...of not having you...was unbearable....