[ And maybe he'll tell those stories one day, when his spirit has healed enough to do so.
Not now, though. While Vaer might be considering the sagas behind the marks on his body, Hector's too busy thinking about the heat in the pit of his stomach, the ache between his legs.
Vaer captures his lip, and his mouth hangs open uselessly for a moment; a quiet, breathy moan rolls in his throat. The fingers kneading into his ass encourage him to spread his legs wider, sink deeper onto their lap and rock in slow tandem with their hips. He feels Vaer's arousal on him, and it only feeds into his own. His eyes flutter shut, and after a brief stutter in his movements, he tilts his head, leaning forward with force, to sink his own teeth firmly into their upper lip, tongue greedily and messily wetting his little prize. ]
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Not now, though. While Vaer might be considering the sagas behind the marks on his body, Hector's too busy thinking about the heat in the pit of his stomach, the ache between his legs.
Vaer captures his lip, and his mouth hangs open uselessly for a moment; a quiet, breathy moan rolls in his throat. The fingers kneading into his ass encourage him to spread his legs wider, sink deeper onto their lap and rock in slow tandem with their hips. He feels Vaer's arousal on him, and it only feeds into his own. His eyes flutter shut, and after a brief stutter in his movements, he tilts his head, leaning forward with force, to sink his own teeth firmly into their upper lip, tongue greedily and messily wetting his little prize. ]