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[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.

[Having Everett inside of him again is overwhelming. It's...too much sensation, too many emotions. His muscles tremble, and part of him just wants to curl up on Everett's broad chest and sleep. But he needs this. No stopping now.

He pushes himself up and sinks back down, all the while looking down at the man beneath him. It's slow, and so intimate he can scarcely take it, but he doesn't look away. Everett is his, his to look at, his to treasure.]

T-this isn't...what I imagined...when I came here tonight....

[Another shaky ascent and descent.]

...this is more...than I ever hoped...

E, even if it had been... some odd and grand scheme, to confess... such feelings, I'd have welcomed them all, a, all the same... [Everett voice is course, rugged and more feral in depth than his prim demeanor usually held up. Too far gone, to be so proper sounding, of all this he is rough and unpolished. Yet, it's natural and sincere, not a mask being worn or manners being cycled through in habit. Hector is seeing the most unguarded sides of him, the longer the go like this.

Yet, those silken hands are still soft as can be, reach to pet gentle over Hector's slowly bouncing hips. No more bruising the young man up, it's time to be careful in one another's loose, exploring grasps. There's nothing frantic left, only tender connection]

[When Hector wants to truly understand something, he dissects it. Morbid, but it's the method that works best. Whether physical or mental, the best way to know something is to break it down and study it layer by layer.

Here, now, Everett's layers are being slowly peeled open to expose what lies deeper. Those pieces on the outside are an important part of the working whole, but Hector wants to dig into the deeper, more hidden components of Everett too. It's fascinating. He's fascinating.

Hector rides his cock, unhurried, and watches as more of this rough inner-Everett slips through the cracks.]

...has it been long...that you've loved me...?

[He's going to lie awake at nights--though not this night--wondering if Everett won't tell him.]

Do... are you asking I.. pinpoint a moment for you? [Everett chuckles, thinking it a rather fun, if silly thought to bat around. Love is a compounding thing, after all, not a single "aha!", but several, all welling up until his heart is full of joy and thrill and admiration for the man over top him now.]

P, perhaps, then... since the party. More precisely... the, the couple days later, when you admitted... to missing me, so. I thought. I thought "Oh, I feel just the same".

[Good dissection method, Hector! Exhausted and guard demolished, Everett's contented to run his mouth in earnestness,]

[Well, how is Hector to know any better? He's new to love, and he doesn't know how it works unless he observes and asks questions.]

T-that's...weeks ago....

[You'll have to excuse Hector if his voice sounds wrecked. It's just that he's wrecked, physically and emotionally. Everett has made such a mess out of him. Loving him for weeks and saying nothing...even if Hector is guilty of the same....]

Would you...have said so...if I hadn't...said it first?

[He's gotten into a rhythm, slow though it is, sliding himself up and down Everett's shaft. It's a pace he'll be able to maintain for a while longer, tired though he is.]

Said it first? Ah... Hmm... [no, he thinks not, but then again, that's a terribly unromantic thing to say! And not exactly truthful, because he knows himself and well. Hector and he have their similarities, even if Everett is more experienced with himself. At. Times. Not always.]

L, like you... it would have spilled out of me, eventually... this place has a habit of. Of prying my secrets from me... [which he likes? A bit? It's certainly liberating, to get to just admit such feelings. He's gotten to indulge in so much open and honest love, while here. It's miraculous. He should be learning not to shy away from it.

He's glad he didn't, this time. He's glad he didn't let Hector convince him into moving past the confession and playing pretend it hadn't been said. This is much, much better than that.]

[Hector just looks down at Everett. Yes, it's probably a blessing that Hector broke first, from the sound of it. Else weeks could have been months, months of keeping this emotion caged in his heart, threatening to break free every time Everett made it skip a beat.]

If this...is how to pry them out...I'm going to...to enjoy learning...all of your secrets....

[Hector's not usually the gremlin between the two of them, but perched atop Everett, with those assessing eyes that are so used to peeling back layers, his lips upturn in a mischievous grin.]

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