[ Of course their arousal feeds into each other, that shared heat building between the both of them; Vaer groans into the kiss. Oh, but that's good, the graze of Hector's teeth against their lips, the agony of their trousers keeping their bare skin from each other. Also these trousers and pants fit their more feminine mask quite well but they're... hm. Getting a bit too tight.
But they relent, for now. It would truly be a shame to have to pull Hector out of their lap when he sinks and fits so nicely into it. Instead, Vaer occupies themself with Hector's lips, his tongue, the taste of him, kissing him deeply and messily until it doesn't quite feel like enough. Soon, Vaer drags their mouth away from his lips, trailing down along his jawline, down his neck, and to the slope of his shoulder, where their mouth closes over bare skin and bites, sucking hard just to leave a mark there. ]
[ Hector's arms slink further around Vaer's shoulders, one hand curling uselessly as their teeth sink into his neck, while the other lifts to rake fingers through their hair, to dig into their scalp and keep them close.
His head lolls to the side, and the world spins. The drink was strong, the allure of a beautiful stranger even stronger. Slowly, he melts in Vaer's hold, the anxieties and worries that had led him to drink alone in the bar in the first place vanishing with the rest of his inhibitions.
A low groan rolls in his throat, perhaps tickling Vaer's lips as it passes through and slips through his mouth. His trousers are tight, too tight at this point, but the restraints, the barriers between him and Vaer's cock are almost tantalizing. His eyes slip shut, picturing what they might look like fully bare solely from what he can feel as he grinds, deeper, rougher as Vaer makes a right mess of his neck. ]
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But they relent, for now. It would truly be a shame to have to pull Hector out of their lap when he sinks and fits so nicely into it. Instead, Vaer occupies themself with Hector's lips, his tongue, the taste of him, kissing him deeply and messily until it doesn't quite feel like enough. Soon, Vaer drags their mouth away from his lips, trailing down along his jawline, down his neck, and to the slope of his shoulder, where their mouth closes over bare skin and bites, sucking hard just to leave a mark there. ]
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His head lolls to the side, and the world spins. The drink was strong, the allure of a beautiful stranger even stronger. Slowly, he melts in Vaer's hold, the anxieties and worries that had led him to drink alone in the bar in the first place vanishing with the rest of his inhibitions.
A low groan rolls in his throat, perhaps tickling Vaer's lips as it passes through and slips through his mouth. His trousers are tight, too tight at this point, but the restraints, the barriers between him and Vaer's cock are almost tantalizing. His eyes slip shut, picturing what they might look like fully bare solely from what he can feel as he grinds, deeper, rougher as Vaer makes a right mess of his neck. ]