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[Oh, what was that promise he just made-? Something, something, he'd get Hector to cum twice before his next?

Because that's not happening, suddenly. That halfminded confession goes straight through Everett's heart. He's instantly losing it, releasing inside Hector fully and abruptly. His eyes widen with an abrupt shudder, a needy gasp Hector's name, some part disbelief, perhaps a little outrage, but all too warm and hopeful to not be utterly embarrassing.

About as embarrassing as the sudden exhaustion that orgasm causes, Everett needing to hastily take the hand from Hector's back so he can catch himself with his palm to that side of the young man. Don't faint, don't faint on him... Everett is open mouth panting to try and level himself through a racing heart and mind and a fog of afterglow rolling in on top of it. What he is aware of his how hot his face is, how deep his blush must be, and he swiftly hides into the leg he was yet still holding upward, the other able to slip down off his shoulder as he half collapsed.

Good job, Hector, you left an old goat speechless]

[Well, to Everett's credit, he has already made Hector come twice, to his once, so he's not doing so poorly in Hector's reckoning.

And Hector did ask to be filled. He just...wasn't expecting it quite so abruptly. He writhes as Everett's cock spills deep inside of him. Everett shifts, crumpling toward the mattress, and one of Hector's legs slips down, leaving him splayed wide and panting. He's so close, he needs just another touch, just another hard stroke to finish him.

But his generous master has gone red. He's ducking his head against Hector's leg, not looking at him, not saying anything.]

Master...?[Hector's suddenly worried they might not be playing that game anymore. He replays in his mind the words he said in his frenzied begging, and oh fuck, how had he messed up this badly?

He tries to sit up, but Everett's still got one leg held firm, so his attempt ends with Hector flopped back down against the mattress.]

...Everett? I didn't mean...to say anything...

D, didn't mean... to say anything... [Everett repeats, absolutely out of nervous habit to do so, voice half muffled into Hector's leg. His cock still throbs within Hector, the frenzy of the evening sure to not let him go soft despite his sudden weakness. A foolish, silly weakness! Hector didn't mean something like that. It was just something to say, something to cry out in feeling, a fun fantasy.

And Everett feels like a fool for falling into that fantasy so effectively. He hadn't done that in a long while, got caught up in a moment and in words said in heated moments. ]

Of... course. Of course. Dear Hector... worry not, I've got you... [Everett slips out from Hector, trailing a mess behind him, but he won't leave the young man without attention. Letting himself slump all the way between Hector's legs, he'll take the other faun's cock into his mouth with a hum. Anything to distract and not completely ruin Hector's well worked up arousal. Everett's reddened face always looks good between someone's legs, which are able to relax down from how high he'd kept them lifted]

[Hector doesn't say he didn't mean what he said, only that he shouldn't have said it. And this is the reason, because he's made their wonderful tangle of passion turn weird and tentative.

He turns his head away, also flushed bright red.]

...know I can't have you...

[People fuck Hector. They don't love him. And it's fine. He can accept that.

His legs feel shaky as Everett finally lowers the captive limb, but his cock is still rock hard and dripping. Everett's mouth is the destruction they both need. He tangles a hand in Everett's hair and tries to hold out for at least a couple seconds before he finishes.]

[Everett's about the pull away and protest to what Hector just said to him, wow!! but that distraction sure is making good on itself.

His mouth gets shot full and there's just the briefest of drowning noises. Everett swiftly pulls himself up on to his own knees to better swallow and then necessarily cough into his coughs because... oh boy, this is a lot. A real comedy of errors. He corrects himself soon enough, face still very red.]

Wh... what ever got that into your head, my d, dear Hector? [another heavy swallow, okay, there we go, he clears his throat more definitively]

You've had me time and time over!

[How did this get so off track so quickly? One minute Hector was doing so well, playing his role as a pet, and the next, he's thrown off both of their rhythms and come too soon, choking his mentor.

He can't even sputter an apology at first. He's just...mortified. And with the full moon and the damned witch blood, he can't think. He just shakes his head, not able to meet Everett's eyes.]

I meant for real.

[All that discretion that Everett has with his lovers? It may have backfired a little here. Hector doesn't know who all else Everett takes to his bed, but he knows he gets called to come here at night, and Everett won't allow displays of affection in the light of day. He doesn't think Everett is ashamed of him, because Everett's shown no signs of feeling shame about anything, but...

...but Hector knows his place, and he should be content with it. He keeps his eyes lowered to Everett's chin as he reaches up to brush his thumb over Everett's cum-covered lips.]

Sorry. Forget I said anything. You can punish me later. But first, you promised you'd have me from behind next.

[What better way to not have this conversation than with feral, animal-style fucking?]

I won't. I simply can't forget. [Everett reaches for Hector's face, cradling his jaw in both hands, gently caressing him while raising his gaze. The older man nudges his forehead to Hector's, endearingly close and not allowing him duck away]

My views on such things are... likely skewed, from yours. My dear Hector, what do you mean by for real? I wish- I must know... or my heart won't find rest. Don't torment me so. [dramatic man]

[Hector winces. Everett, the more Hector gives voice to it, the more awkward things will become. Can't they just go back to being master and pet now, and just agree to collective amnesia about Hector's slip-up?

But Everett's demanding an answer, and of the two of them, Hector's not the more forceful personality. He gives way before Everett does.]

You're being dramatic. [He grumbles, because if Everett is demanding the truth, he's going to get that little nugget, too. He slides a hand over Everett's gloved one at his face. There's always going to be that layer separating them, no matter how close they get.]

I know I'm not supposed to...[He refuses to say 'love you' again. The first time has already caused enough trouble.]...get too attached. You indulge me so well, but you've got true bonds. I'm just someone who comes for the night.

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And you are being crude! For the night... Dear lad, need I confess I care for you, even beyond my bed? [just a REAL POUT from this middle aged man. He doesn't linger on it, nuzzling his nose to Hector and sighing.

How can he blame the young man, for not having faith in him? Everett's not exactly the most inspiring of that. He's long been a man who avoided admitting his feelings, even if he did feel love deeply and intensely. He merely convinced himself time and time over it would fade soon enough, be abandoned.]

Don't answer. I love you. It is said. [so that's... final? Not at all, but that's Everett's tone.]

You...you love me?

[Everett isn't the one Hector lacks faith in. Hector isn't lovable. His own mother told him she didn't want him. Everett has his bonded, and probably others beside. Everyone wants him. And he loves Hector?

Everett did need to say it, because even with it said plainly, Hector keeps repeating it in his mind in disbelief. He thinks it through in Greek, in Romanian, in the scant Latin he's picked up along the way. It still confounds him.

He twines his arms around Everett and tucks his head into Everett's neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat and musk and realizing as he exhales that he's shaking. His eyes sting, and he shuts them tight. His heart is pounding too fast. He's not tearing up. He's just...having a heart attack or some fatal reaction to the drugs or something, shhhh.

But...if Everett says he loves him, even if he's just being kind, then Hector must be allowed to say it too. Just once, so Everett knows that the denial before hadn't been because he didn't mean it. He lifts his head just enough so his voice isn't unrecognizably muffled in Everett's fur.]

...I love you.

Yes... my sweet, dear Hector. [Everett reaches around the young man and embraces him fully, close and protective. He holds steady, feeling the heavy pulse of Hector's heart as they rest flush against one another. Everett's is beating just the same, wild with a terror and excitement unique to love. He kisses the curve of Hector's horn, then the top his hair, squeezing him gently]

I've grown to cherish you deeply. I call upon you these evenings because I long for your company, simple as that. When you leave, I ache at the loss of you, as I ache when my bonded are far from me. Should you only wish, I would not have you stay with me here. [he just... wouldn't say that, for fear of claiming too much of Hector. Rhe same sort of fear that lead Hector to show himself out so quickly, not wishing to overstay some unstated limit on his welcome]

[Hector curls himself tighter into Everett's arms, so warm and sturdy while Hector tries to sort through the dizzying rush of feelings. Everett...loves him. He tries to think it like a fact, not a question. It helps that Everett loves his bonded, too. Being on a list of loved ones is...more realistic. He can believe that. Everett's heart is so large, capable of caring for many, even someone like himself.

The patch of fur he's nestled his face into is wet now from the tears that have slipped out despite his best efforts, and he's still half-hard as he leans into Everett. There's cum leaking out of his ass, and he can feel the tension in parts of his leg muscles he rarely strains. So many individual components that should equal out to discomfort, all outweighed by the awe of being in Everett's arms, loved.]

...want you constantly. Not just for sex. I want you to keep teaching me lessons, and forcing me to play terrible card games. I miss you when I'm not here.

[He's nowhere near as eloquent as Everett, but he's trying to give voice to how it is for him. He doesn't know where this leaves them, or where to go from here, but...it is said.]

[Hector beginning to cry against Everett only gets him held closer and pet more tenderly. One hand on his back, the other petting the back of his neck and hair. There's no shame in shedding tears to Everett, he won't hush Hector, won't tell him to collect himself, only encourage he feel all he can and not deny himself that emotion. What else could be the point of living and loving?]

Stay with me, if you wish. Have the study for yourself... bring your darling pets to keep with mine. No more shuffling over here at my beck and call, nor fretting you are overstaying. [he nuzzles his face to bury in Hector's soft hair, speaking in that quiet, sincere way]

I will make room for you, just as my heart has.

[Hector nods against Everett's shoulder. He has no real attachment to his apartment, except that it is a place he's been allowed to do his work. Everett's home already has more meaning to him than that place does.

He finally raises his head and scrubs his hand across his eyes.]

I'll need to get the shelter set up first. Can't bring all my pets here. Your rats might not like a litter of kittens chasing their tails.

[It's not much of a joke, but he's trying to lighten the mood, like he wasn't just crying. Maybe they can make this work. For real. When Everett pets him like that and says it so easily, so sincerely, Hector can believe it'll work out.]

Nonsense, nonsense... move in right away, soon as you like! My rats are good with other animals, have raised a litter of kittens last autumn, in fact. Made for a rather industrious batch of cats, I see them return from time to time. [Everett goes on, knowing how Hector enjoys his talk of animals. Something to sooth him further, from his distress and vulnerability of letting such affection slip.

Everett will lean to kiss the man's tears away, getting to both side with a gentle brush of his lips, before joking]

Ah... there's the salt of you, my dear.

[Everett wants to take him in as he is, with all of his mangy strays that no one else had ever wanted, and with none of the forging powers to justify the allowance. How could Hector not love this man?]

They won't mind it, really? I don't want to disrupt your rats' habitats more than I have to.

[For this intimate moment, for Everett's consideration for Hector's pets, he's willing even to overlook the fucking season puns. He reaches a hand up to the back of Everett's neck and pulls him in to press their lips together. He can taste the salt, but also Everett's honeyed sweetness and the lingering taste of their mingled spent.

He scoots in closer, feeling Everett's warmth inside and out.]

What if I want more of your boldness?

I welcome all the disruption you cause, my dear. Long for it, even. [Everett admits, accepting that kiss with a smile. A smile that can't help turn sharp and heated, hearing Hector's next words.

He has to admit, he's glad for it. He wants to express some of this love beyond words. Those only carry him so far]

Is that what you want of me? My boldness-?

[Hector nods, his lips starting to turn up into a grin.]

Yes. You made some promises earlier, Everett. Some very bold claims.

[He's never claimed to be subtle, and he's basically crawling into Everett's lap at this point. Faun passions and witches' blood won't be put off for long, it seems.]

Unless you're getting tired already.

[The challenge in his voice as he leans in to nip at Everett's lips should either Everett into action or net Hector more spankings, and Hector can't see a problem with either.]

Oh, you've inspired a third wind in me, of that I also promise. [Everett says, assuredly, kissing Hector with more passion and hunger than before. More honestly, perhaps, so much less to be hung up over. It's out in the open, this odd and caring and playful love of theirs.]

What was next... having you from behind, as if I'd gone feral? That sounds a fearsome thing, a feral faun in love. [and he suspects Hector is going to be excited over the prospect]

[Hector is awash with giddiness, at the affection being lavished upon him and the relief that he doesn't have to hide what it does to him. He kisses Everett's lips, and the tip of his nose, along his cheek to the seek out the furred shell of his ear from within his tangle of hair.]

A wonderful thing, a feral faun holding nothing back.

[He's loath to untangle himself from Everett's embrace, but eager to see the power of this third wind of Everett's. He leans in for one last teasing touch, licking his tongue up the outer edge of Everett's ear, before he climbs off of him.

He gets on hands and knees, and what a mess he must look right now. Hair mussed, both pairs of cheeks red, one flushed and tear-streaked, the other still bearing hand prints from earlier. Tail raised up, cum dribbling out of him. A wanton faun, thoroughly debauched and still asking for more.]

[That's a sight that Everett won't soon forget.]

Gorgeous creature, you are. [a statement, repeated from the first time Hector took away his breath and surprised him with how beautiful and alluring he could be. Everett finds the potion to stroke his cock wet with, once more. There's a deliberateness to how he mounts behind the younger man, rubbing the length of himself to warm between Hector's ass, teasing his tail with the touch before slipping inside once more.

One smooth, gliding thrust down to the hilt before he falls over Hector's back, kissing the top most protrusions of his spine, at the base of his neck. He tucks and arm at Hector's side to hold himself up, but the other moves to find one of Hector's hands. His gloved fingers slide between Hector's, holding his hand adoringly from over top the knuckles.]

[Hector groans, loud and delighted as Everett thrusts into him. No hesitations, knowing and trusting that Hector can take him fully. What they'd teased before, a frenzied fucking, isn't happening. Everett is showering him with kisses, holding his hand. Not feral fucking. Feral lovemaking.]

Yes, Everett, yes.

[Hector's had plenty of good sex, but it's never been like this. Being adored like this. He pushes back onto Everett's cock, arching up so every inch that can be in contact with his lover's body is.]

Need you...so much....

As much as you want me, my dear? [he breathes out, relief and pleasure as Hector arching back into him. He rolls his hips slow, sensually, taking his time with deliberate and heavy movements. He wants to feel everything about Hector. Every tight muscle and degree of heat and panted breath beneath him. He wants to savor it all.]

Haa, no, that's not... right. Dear isn't enough, anymore... my precious Hector? Do you like that more-?

[Hector shudders. Like it drives Everett wild to be loved and to be missed, being regarded as someone precious, someone vital, is like a drug to Hector.]

...want you...immeasurably...more than anything....

[He wishes there was some pet name, some sweet word of affection he could offer Everett in return to show him how much he likes it. But Hector’s never been one to use such things, and now they are unpracticed on his tongue.]

Yes...love it, love you...my Everett...

[It’s the best he can come up with when he’s still so swept up in the euphoria of their mutual confessions.]

[It does- absolutely, entirely, consumingly- drive him wild to hear such confessions. To be regarded so highly, sought after, thought of when he's not around... there's nothing he strives for more than all that. His goals were never morally grounded, he would happily admit he was a selfish man in his motivations. He wants to be liked, as he's told Hector, and this is a step beyond. Deeper and more fulfilling than that.

His hips stutter as a result, he needs bite into Hector's cape of wool to keep himself from being overwhelmed by it. When he relaxes his jaw, riding through and holding back the urge to cum quickly again, he leaves a trail of wetness from his mouth. Oh... how this makes him drool, like some hungry animal for it. After that loss of pace, he's fucking Hector with more passion, less control, needing to indulge the feral love they've found between them, with their bodies as much as anything else]

Yours... I'll be yours, my precious Hector... precious lambkin, pleasing me so well...

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