[ There certainly been an unhurried air about that trek back to the room, and likely by design. All the better to agonize and tease, to fall into that desperation as soon as the door closes, and a smile curls at Vaer's lips when they're proven correct, even for how equally agonizing that walk was for them, too, almost uncharacteristically so.
First lesson of Fable: watch out for the drinks. Got it.
A pleased little hum bubbles up out of their throat as Hector seems to match their eagerness, fingers digging into their rear, and although the friction of their hips together certainly clues them into the heat burgeoning for Hector... Vaer's body doesn't seem to be responding in the same manner.
They break the kiss, but only just so, such that their lips still brush against Hector's even as their own hands wander down to grab him firmly at the hips. ]
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First lesson of Fable: watch out for the drinks. Got it.
A pleased little hum bubbles up out of their throat as Hector seems to match their eagerness, fingers digging into their rear, and although the friction of their hips together certainly clues them into the heat burgeoning for Hector... Vaer's body doesn't seem to be responding in the same manner.
They break the kiss, but only just so, such that their lips still brush against Hector's even as their own hands wander down to grab him firmly at the hips. ]
Turn around for a moment, darling.