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[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...