[ Hector honestly should have known this by now--this being his third bout with Fable's enchanted drinks, but he's starting to think he doesn't care. Especially if it gets his dick wet.
He does notice, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Vaer does not seem to exactly match him, but he doesn't think too hard on it. All he concentrates on is each wave of tingling warmth that rolls through him with each movement of their hips together, and how the scent of blossom tickles his nostrils.
His eyes remain lidded as Vaer speaks against his lips, absently musing about how soft they feel. There's something poetic about how a genuine piece of art is willing to sully themselves with him.
His own mouth curls into a grin. ]
Already? [ He teases, but that he doesn't argue with, either. He dutifully does as told and slowly turns, mindful of the hands at his hips; he braces an arm across the door and lays his forehead against it. He isn't sure what to expect, but...he really isn't picky. ]
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He does notice, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Vaer does not seem to exactly match him, but he doesn't think too hard on it. All he concentrates on is each wave of tingling warmth that rolls through him with each movement of their hips together, and how the scent of blossom tickles his nostrils.
His eyes remain lidded as Vaer speaks against his lips, absently musing about how soft they feel. There's something poetic about how a genuine piece of art is willing to sully themselves with him.
His own mouth curls into a grin. ]
Already? [ He teases, but that he doesn't argue with, either. He dutifully does as told and slowly turns, mindful of the hands at his hips; he braces an arm across the door and lays his forehead against it. He isn't sure what to expect, but...he really isn't picky. ]