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[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.]

[That coy smirk speaks volumes, truly. This little lamb of his is trouble and Everett knows it, full well, enjoying every second of Hector. He can let the young man get away with dragging so much out from him, without asking something in return.

A hand slips from Hector's hip to grasps his bouncing cock, rubbing and teasing with only a dance of his silken fingers along it.]

And what... What of you, precious Hector? When might a love for me... Have stuck you?

[There's a stutter in the steady motion of rise and fall when Everett grips his cock. So far, Hector's been focused on the closeness, not seeking out climax with any especial urgency.

That teasing hand on his cock wakes up those faun urges, and he starts to move faster, angling his motions so Everett's shaft rubs him just right.

Hector's smile falters, and he bites his lip to keep from saying the first thing that enters his head --I've been gone for you since the first time you petted my head and called me 'dear'--. He scrambles to think of the moment in time the puppy love solidified, that moment he first knew there was no hope left for him.]

A,at your party...you were t,teasing me...and I thought you...belonged to someone else...and still I wanted you....T-the thought of...of not having you...was unbearable....

[Against Hector's urges to quicken, Everett keeps his touch feather light, hoping to slow Hector right back down from his fervor. Slow, steady, savoring... how long could they just enjoy one another, if they took their time with it? Everett wants to know.]

I don't believe... That I could ever belong to a, anybody. [He admits, tender in his tone, thoughtful, because the truth is in that emphasis]

But I've found some... I belong with. And I want... to be with you, Hector. I want that more, more desperately than even the moon can make me.

[Everett doesn't move to match Hector's speed, and Hector sighs. His mentor, always trying to teach him. He eases his motions, but he keeps the angle, giving himself agonizingly slow stimulation.]

No...you treasure your freedom....

[Everett isn't like Hector, who would entrust himself to a master. Hector wouldn't mind belonging to the right person.]

But you can have me...be with me...when the moon is full...or new....I'll be here...

[Because yes, he'll be taking that study, thanks, and he'll be at Everett's call, drugs or no, moon or no.]

[Everett's free hand will reach for a hand of Hector's, moving it to his lips. He presses a kiss to those bare fingers. A lingering kiss, before he nuzzles his face to that hand, adoringly]

I belong with you... and you, with me. My precious Hector. Stay with me, from here on, so long as this love can last.

[Hector looks away, cheeks flaming red. It sounds almost like marriage vows, when Everett says it like that. But...'so long as this love can last' is less daunting and impossible than 'forever'....It's a reasonable term. He can agree to that, when his breath comes back.

He traces his thumb over Everett's lips, feeling the heat of his breath and the curve of his smile.]

S,so long as that.

[Honestly, good luck ever getting rid of him, Everett.]

["Til death do us part" is just asking for trouble, when dealing with a necromancer, isn't it? Dodge right by that, it's not really a Myddvai saying, anyways. This vow is much more the truth of Everett's feelings and the Springtide do so enjoy their vows.]

Yes. [he affirms, the single world quiet and yet full of confidence. He lingers onthe sweetness of that moment a while longer.

Before his other hand gives a more confident, full stroke to Hector's cock. How he enjoys surprising the young man, after all.]

[Hector's focused on the vows, so the sudden escalation catches him off guard. He arches up, gasping out Everett's name, so over-stimulated he can barely take it. Speeding up? Are they speeding up now?]

Everett, fuck...

[He squeezes his thighs together, urging his lover for more.]

[The pace is entirely in Hector's control, Everett can just... urge him along. There's the slightest bit of roll to his hips, unable to keep himself entirely still beneath his eager partner. Eager still... after so many rounds. Once or twice more? Everett does suppose he promised two orgasms for every one of his... Hector need catch up.]

How much more... do you have in you, Hector? [a slow, milking stroke of his cock to tease further] How long before you're cumming dry?

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