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[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...

[Hector isn't under any pressure not to finish quickly. Everett said he wanted to make Hector come before him, in fact. So he doesn't try to hold back or hold on. His head ducks down and his hips raise higher, letting Everett buck into him with all his fervor.

The biting and the rigorous movement have him close, but it's Everett's words that push him over the edge. The pet name, and the promise to be his. He's known that he was Everett's for a while now, but he'd not dared hope for more until now.

He cums with an animal groan of pleasure.]

Yes, fuck...

[He squeezes his fingers against Everett's and pushes back into him.]

K-keep going...want to...please you more...

[Easy in all the best ways, Hector.... The young man's orgasm hits and Everett slows, but does not stop. The tightness around him is just too good to not savor, Hector's body tensing and releasing. Then begging, for Everett to continue. What a perfect, precious lover to now call his own. Everett kisses Hector's neck and the back curve of his ear, speaking with a firm, if all too adoring command]

You will... now, lay down. Relax. I'll take care of you. [Everett's hands help adjust Hector, laying him down flat on his belly against the sheets, legs together and between Everett's mounted over top him. All the tighter a fit for his cock and all the heavier pace he can have when Hector is pressed entirely down into his mattress. Everett's hand over Hector's rubs their fingers together, the other reaching up to pet horns and lavender hair in gentle contrast to how intense he can fuck Hector this way]

[Everett guides Hector down onto the bed, and Hector goes easily, trusting that Everett will take care of...of everything.]

Yes, however you want me...

[Everett pins Hector down and keeps his legs squeezed shut tight. He pets Hector so gently and fucks him so hard. It's just another one of the contradictions that make up Everett.

He starts to move his hips, but Everett said 'relax'. He stills, surrenders. He doesn't know if Everett's still seized by the mood to dominate, but Hector is willing to indulge any impulse his love has.]

[If the mood to dominate had faded, Hector's complete surrender sparks it back in even greater force. There's nothing to hold back, he can act upon all his lust and love. Hector is a feast for both, Everett's impulsiveness taking full hold of him beneath the moon. He pounds the younger man's ass relentlessly into the sheets, using him to every advantage, taking all the pleasure he can. Between then handprints and just how merciless Everett is in fucking him, good luck to Hector sitting comfortably the next day.

At least, with Everett's confessed love and invitation to live at his cottage, he need not limp himself home of wobbly legs any time soon.

He nibbles at Hector's long ear between hushed praise and words of devotion, because it's not full control unless he's got Hector's emotions wrapped up around his finger, as well. Every bit of him, Everett's to keep.]

I love... I love you, Hector. You... you are so good to me. So indulg, indulgent... so good, so good, worth so much... to me, I promise, I'll take good care of you, my precious Hector-

[Hector will have to go back to his apartment eventually, but definitely not tonight. Exhaustion is already settling in, everywhere except his cock. Everett's drawing more pleasure out of him than he thought was possible, and he's not going to want to move once the witch's blood finally wears off.

His ears twitch as Everett nibbles them. The words he's whispering into them are like nothing Hector ever imagined he'd hear. Hector's beyond gone already, and the declarations Everett makes are making his eyes water again.]

I'll be good for you....I swear I'll do...whatever you want....I'll be loyal....I love you...so much....

[He's entirely wrapped around Everett's finger, so no worries there, Everett.

[That's enough to do him in, that freshly spoken, sincerely meant I love you... so much.... It's less embarrassing this time, to cum on the command of such words. Hector has Everett just as wrapped around his whims as the other way around, truly. He holds in deep to spill a second orgasm within his lover, wet and heated and tight around every inch of his cock.

It takes so much effort to not collapse fully onto Hector's back. Inconsiderate, given how densely heavy Everett is. He stays inside the young man a whole longer, knees locked into place until his still hard cock is finally too sensitive to stay buried inside. Pulling away is it's own jolt of messy pleasure.

He falls to one side, onto his own back, arms falling up over his head as his chest heaves some desperate breath back. Oh... he might be feeling his age some, about now. Not for long, the burn in his muscles and lungs are sharp, but good. Everett's always liked pushing his limits, especially when it's to please a partner. Whose name is very much on his lips, chanted in reverence, through a panting smile]

Hector, Hector... my love, you wear... an old... goat down... so well..!

[Everett spills inside him again, and keeps him plugged for a glorious moment. It's too much, but it's also so good, being stuffed full.

When Everett finally dismounts and lays out beside him, Hector rolls over and pets the pelt of fur at his shoulder.]

I haven't...worn you down...all the way, have I?

[Every muscle in his body is protesting moving right now, but he's not ready to be done. Hector trails his hand down and wraps his fingers around Everett's cock, still slick with lube and cum.]

Still need you...just once or twice more....

[Already, Hector? Everett bites his bottom lip and puff through his nose, bemused and perhaps somewhat nervous. In a thrilled way, all the same, still too aroused to tap out now. He sucks in a long breath and reaches to adjust his glasses.]

Tw, twice more and I'll throw my back out, lad. [a beat]

Which would be just revenge, for what I've done to you, wouldn't it? [so, yeah, try him. He's a glutton for punishment all the same as Hector is. What a pair they make.]

[Hector’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.]

Why would I want revenge? Everything you’ve done ‘s been wonderful.

[He may be a little bruised and battered, but he’s loved every minute of it. He gives Everett’s cock a slow stroke.]

Lie back. If I can move tomorrow, I’ll give you another back massage.

[Hector knows it’s too soon, that they both need a break and some water, but he can’t stop. The need is burning too strong in him, and he’s certainly a glutton for something.

He pushes himself up with a long groan and swings a leg over Everett’s hips to straddle him. Hector’s young and spry, he can do the work this round and let his dear old goat rest as much as the drugs and the moon will allow.]

[Everett sighs with pleased relief, relaxing, somewhat reluctantly, but as he's told. Hector taking care of himself, using Everett's cock? Well.. that's all too appealing. Even if Everett is just laying back, exhausted but not fully spent, he can enjoy the show over top him.

Hector gets the most adoring look imaginable, all sated cindering glow passion burning within half lidded, golden eyes. He toned arms still slung upward, framing his face]

So good to me. How did I get so lucky, to have your love?

[When he’s being gazed at like that, how can Hector help leaning down to kiss Everett? It’s more necessary than breathing.]

‘S not luck. You’ve earned it...every ounce.

[Is that the proper unit of measurement for love? Hector thinks it must be a weight, because he can feel it, pressing heavy on his heart in the darker and more serious moments, and in times like these, as an impossible, giddy lightness, like floating.

He leans back up and reaches behind himself to line up Everett’s cock with his hole so he can sink down onto it. It’s a slow rise and fall for now, still shaking off the exhaustion of the previous round, but they’re in no hurry.]

[Having Hector mount him this time, take his cock back in so soon after his last releases, is something else. Everett can scarcely recall the last time he fucked someone so many times in such quick succession. Not a new experience for him, Myddvai is sure... a place... but it had been a while all the same.]

H, Hector... my precious Hector... I'll strive t, to be so worthy... ever onward. I do so vow it.

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