[Each word sends a shiver, raw and electric, up Hector's spine. He is valued, not only for what he can do, but for what he is. He is loved, which is an impossibility he never accounted for, which he has no defense against.
He rocks up and down, now utterly lost in the moment. Nothing matters but his pleasure and Everett's...which in this moment, are one and the same.]
[Everett's hand on his cock, lovingly stroking with each declaration, is the final straw, and Hector arches up. The final trickle of his seed spurts out, and he sinks back down on Everett's shaft.]
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He rocks up and down, now utterly lost in the moment. Nothing matters but his pleasure and Everett's...which in this moment, are one and the same.]
...love you...my clever...devious...gorgeous...Everett....
[Everett's hand on his cock, lovingly stroking with each declaration, is the final straw, and Hector arches up. The final trickle of his seed spurts out, and he sinks back down on Everett's shaft.]