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[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?

[Hector's eyelids squeeze shut as Everett teases his cock more.]

I can go...as long as...you can....

[He may be more sensitive at times, but he's the younger of the two, and he's not going to let himself get beaten by an old goat, even if he loves him so.

As for how long before he runs dry, he'll probably be running on empty after this round. Even fauns have their limits. He should've stopped before this round, but Everett's spurring him on to excess.

He's not up for a rigorous ride right now, but he speeds up a little, giving both of them more of the friction they need.]

Determined, beautiful thing you are, Hector... [he praises, lingering on each word as much as his hand lingers on each stroke. There's not much he can do motion wise, but he'll talk Hector right up to his edge, as much as he can]

I want to see you... get there. See you shiver and whimper for me... as you're shooting blank...

[Fuck, they both know Hector's easy for praise. Everett's not playing fair. Hector bobs up and down a little faster.]

H-how long...can you...ah, keep filling me up?

[He may be empty soon, but he isn't so far ahead of Everett, is he? It's hard to keep track of anything when Everett has a hand around his cock, getting him so close.]

You can do it...can't you? Want you in me...love you in me...

I want you to test me... push my limits, Hector. [he jokes, grimly, smirking all the while, stroking all the while]

I'll throw my back out for your pleasure, if that's what it takes.

Edited 2020-05-02 05:27 (UTC)

[Oh, Everett, now you've given Hector marching orders. He's highly motivated to please his master, and he digs deep for the energy, the frenzy, to move faster. Muscles tighten as he moves along the length of Everett's cock, trying to draw the cum out of him.]

We'll see...if you still...feel that way...in the morning.

[He's teasing, although who knows what they'll both be thinking when the mania of the moon wears off. Hector hopes to still be welcome here. To still be loved.]

[Hector's vigor is wonderful and terrifying and it turns Everett on like mad. He moans deep in his throat at the heightened pace, Hector's tense muscles around his already nearly sore cock. Not quite oversensitive, but close, so close, to that limit. Hector will absolutely push him, as ordered.]

H, how could I... regret you? Magnificent..! Lovely-! Fiercesome, adorable, lambkin..!

[he'll have earned every bit of that sore back and he's not a man who will regret that]

[Hector's trying to spare poor Everett's back, at the expense of Hector's everything. His thighs, his ass, his frantically waving tail, they burn with overexertion. He both wants this to never end and also longs for that final release so he can collapse into a satisfied, exhausted heap beside Everett.]

Say it again...t-that you love me...

[If Everett keeps encouraging him, he can do it. He'll push both over them over their limits. Because Everett asked him to, and he'd do anything for him.]

I love you. [said comically quick, cutting off Hector's request just slightly, Everett looking at him with so joy enough to match that fondness he feels. He strokes Hector's cock along with the rhythm of his words, because it can't be said simple as that, can it?]

I love you. I love your mind. I love your devotion. I love your body and your scent and your taste upon my tongue- my dear and precious Hector, I love you.

[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.]

...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.]

[One and the same is correct, Everett isn't about to hold on when Hector is rocking over top him that way. His younger partner spills his last bit of seed into Everett's glove and slumps down onto his cock. More than enough to do Everett in, the older man biting his lower lip to have one last orgasm tumble out from him.

The last of his energy needs to spent reaching beneath Hector's hips and hoisting the young man off him, flopping him onto the mattress with a gentle bounce. That's it, that's the most Everett has left in him, finally able to relax fully into the sheets and pillows.. arms wrapping protectively around his beloved lambkin beside him.]

Th, that does it, Hector... you've run an old goat, w, wonderfully ragged, my love...

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