I love you. [said comically quick, cutting off Hector's request just slightly, Everett looking at him with so joy enough to match that fondness he feels. He strokes Hector's cock along with the rhythm of his words, because it can't be said simple as that, can it?]

I love you. I love your mind. I love your devotion. I love your body and your scent and your taste upon my tongue- my dear and precious Hector, I love you.