[ It's fine--Hector's used to bearing the burden of other's secrets (and his own). It won't leave this bedroom. Vaer won't even have to ask.
Well. Hector might bring it up in private later, but. That's not the point.
Vaer rocks into him and the friction sends ripples of pleasure through him, slipping through his lips and into their mouth in a low groan. His own mouth gapes open, letting Vaer have what dominion they please over him as Hector concentrates only on rolling his hips in time with the other.
But they're not going to do this standing up, are they? With his full armor still on? There might've been something in the drinks, but Hector isn't that desperate. His hands let go of them and lightly trail up their chest, where he pushes back on them to break the kiss and stand up straight. ]
Bed.
[ He croaks, taking a few steps towards the bed, pushing them in that direction as he does so. And when he has enough room, he gently reaches up to remove the wreath adorning his own head and places it on a nearby table, before quickly and methodically begins stripping himself of his gloves, pauldrons, breastplate.
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Well. Hector might bring it up in private later, but. That's not the point.
Vaer rocks into him and the friction sends ripples of pleasure through him, slipping through his lips and into their mouth in a low groan. His own mouth gapes open, letting Vaer have what dominion they please over him as Hector concentrates only on rolling his hips in time with the other.
But they're not going to do this standing up, are they? With his full armor still on? There might've been something in the drinks, but Hector isn't that desperate. His hands let go of them and lightly trail up their chest, where he pushes back on them to break the kiss and stand up straight. ]
Bed.
[ He croaks, taking a few steps towards the bed, pushing them in that direction as he does so. And when he has enough room, he gently reaches up to remove the wreath adorning his own head and places it on a nearby table, before quickly and methodically begins stripping himself of his gloves, pauldrons, breastplate.
...He's got a lot of clothes. ]