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[rollfordiplomacy]

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.

[petcromancer]

[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.]

[rollfordiplomacy]

[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]

[petcromancer]

[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.]

[rollfordiplomacy]

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.

[petcromancer]

[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.]

[rollfordiplomacy]

[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...