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Hector’s life had been busy since realization. His mask business had really taken off, and it was wonderful to get to finally try all the human quirks and habits he had been longing to do for all those years in the vents. He drank coffee (plenty of cream and sugar), he listened to every radio station his tinny car speakers could pick up, and once, as he had come home from his shopping, he had been caught in the rain. It was a true marvel, he thought, gawking at the purple clouds spitting down at him. Cold drops ran from his neck down his back, making him shiver, how glorious it is to have a body to shiver with! Rain never seemed so beautiful from the dusty windows of his attic. He had really only paid attention to it when you came home wet, raindrops dripping from your perfect hair down your shivering, kissable face.

It was raining again now, tapping comfortably against the windows of Hector's apartment. It wasn’t until his desk shook with a cracking boom of thunder that he nearly jumped off his workbench and realized it was dark outside. Sighing, Hector looked down at his current mask and frowned miserably. It sucked. It was boring, and flavorless, and frankly it was completely… uninspired. All he could think about while he worked on it was how cold and lonely his home seemed lately. He still hadn’t gotten used to not having objects shouting and making out and windsurfing around every corner. He kept getting neck cramps from trying to turn the heat up with internal mechanisms he longer possessed, and sometimes everything just seemed too open and clean. Sometimes he missed the vents. Just a little. Often he missed you. A whole lot. He thought about you every day, memories of your last night together sustaining him like a goldfish in a shot glass.

He abandoned the mask-in-progress and flopped dramatically onto his little twin bed. One of the advantages of having a studio is never being too far from anything he needed. It was all in a contained, organized space, just like the attic was. Everything in reach. Everything but…

You had told him to stay away after you’d realized him. Just sent him off after your night of passion, your words all the crueler as you cradled his face on your door step.
“Go see the world. Figure out what being human means.” He had tried to protest, of course he did! You were already his whole world, he would starve and bleed and go blind before he ever even considered-

The kiss you pressed to his lips before he could begin was so sweet and tender and heartbroken that he was suddenly struck dumb. Only you could rob him of his words.
“I love you. And once you’ve gone and shown the world how glorious Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicianado is and done everything you wanna do” at this you pulled back, beaming at him with wet eyes “you can come back and tell me all about it. Until then… I love you too much to hold you back.”

Hector barely remembered what happened after that. Kissing you good bye… checking into a cheap hotel… crying and crying into his pillows. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for your gift, being human was more wonderful than he ever could have imagined in his wildest fanfictions. But it had been months since he had left your house. The only life he had ever known. Months since he had taken that mask workshop, months since he started the blog that blew up his business, months since he had moved into an apartment that he may have only gotten because he thought you’d like the view. In fact, it had been almost a year since he had last been graced with your radiant presence, but he still thought of you just as often as he had when he’d first “moved out”, if not more so!

He thought of you now, rain pounding at the thin walls. It was cold, and you had been so, so warm. That night he had seen the Gods, he was sure of it. He practically dragged you down right there on the basement floor, thrumming human heartbeat fueling his overwhelming lust. Hector started to palm himself through his jeans, whining softly to the memory of you throwing him onto your bed (after yelling for Betty to clear out half way down the hall). You had melted into each other, all rutting hips and teeth and desperate pleas of devotion until-

Fuck he couldn’t take this anymore. He stomped off his (lonely, empty) twin bed and opened his closet, pulling out the small box he kept hidden in the very back. Gingerly opening the lid, his gaze fell upon his two most prized possessions. The first was a fantastic red shirt he had swiped from Harper on his last morning with you, stuffing it into the backpack you had given him to huff and furiously jack off to later. The second was… well…

Just looking at it made his face bright red. He knew you’d think he was a pervert, or at the very least be disappointed that this is what he chose to do with his humanity, but it didn’t stop his thighs from clenching as he pulled it from its protective felt.

It was a mask, one just his size. He should know, he had made it himself and was very proud of the quality, if not the purpose. It had metal slats running horizontally along the face plate, connecting to a square supportive frame with a gap at the bottom large enough to fit his hands through. In short, it was the perfect model of one of your vents.

Hector secured the mask around his face and immediately his cock throbbed. Looking through the vent felt just like home, and he could picture you so clearly through his handiwork. Sleeping, showering, touching yourself… a private little show just for him. His very favorite one.

He stripped himself of all his other clothes and laid back on the bed, one hand immediately wrapped around his dick and the other pulling on his messy curls above the mask, mimicking how you had pulled him into that first, bruising kiss. His love was so perfect, so handsome and strong and dominant in the ways he doubted he ever could be. Hector's mind started to melt, you drove him mad even when you weren't here.

You had started with your mouth. That devilish fucking mouth that charmed everyone in the house, for once completely occupied by mapping out his skin with hot, wet kisses and searing bites. From his crooked nose and soft jaw, licking down his (fuck dont stop) throat and tits, stopping to groan and worship at his soft tummy. You were shockingly fond of his stomach, and insisted on sucking dark hickies possessively into the sensitive flesh. Hector tried to pull away and hide his face in embarrassment but you grabbed his wrist and slammed it into the bed, pinning his hip with the other hand in the same motion.

“Look at me.” You had growled, the memory making Hector pant as he sped up his hand, precum leaking down his wrist. And Gods he had looked at you, how could he ever deny you anything? Your eyes were dark, your grin wolfish, you seemed like you were delighting in his falling apart. Subconsciously Hector spread his legs further, letting you press your face firmer against his lower stomach, nuzzling the dark streak of treasure trail that also came new with his body.

“Sit still" you breathed, warm air ghosting over his skin like he had done to you for years, his thighs began to shake with his absolute desperation for you. He'd do anything for you, he'd sit still until the end of time, he'd become your living puppet, his whole purpose was to please you and obey you and make you cum-
But you hadn’t been done. Hector's breath caught in his chest, his cock hurt from how hard he was, he was so, so close. He focused his fuzzy mind on the memory, remembering the last thing you had said to him before he broke in your hands completely, as if he'd ever forget it until the very last breath left his body.
“Don't you wanna be a good boy for me beautiful?”

You had chosen that very moment to grab his straining cock through his boxers, and he came, breathlessly and stupidly, all conscious thought and vocalizations washed away in pleasure, both in real life and his memories. In his memories you had jerked slightly in surprise at the sudden moisture coating your hand, before smiling fondly and leaning down to flick your tongue over the wet fabric…

Hector suddenly became aware of his surroundings. His cold bed, now sweaty and sticking tackily to his back. Mask digging into his temples. His dark, quiet room. The utter lack of you between his legs. He was still panting, but without your warmth to ground him he started to float away. Pants turned to hiccups, hiccups turned to sobs, and Hector was right back where he was the night after his realization. Alone. Without you.

It had been so long.

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Your life has also been busy since realization. It turns out being CEO of Valdivian was a lot harder than David Most’s drunken emails had led you to believe. Sure, your video chats with Willi helped the suffocating workload, and you could always count on Dasha for midday baked goods when dealing with investors got to be too much. (You’d even heard Jean Loo had gotten hired down in accounting, though you kinda didn’t want to go check.) But no matter how many hours of overtime you threw yourself into, you always had to go home at the end of the day.

You hated going home.

It had become a suffocatingly quiet routine at your two-story abode. You cooked alone, you scrolled the internet alone, you brushed your teeth alone, and you went to bed alone. Every. Single. Night. It was like all the joy and life had been sucked out of your house when you brought everyone to personhood, leaving you in a dizzying vacuum of lonely, silent nothing. You couldn’t even dissociate properly until Doug got back from his yo-yo world tour.

You were happy that all the people you loved were out living their dreams. Every dateable you charmed out of your house added something truly unique to the world, and you wouldn’t trade anything for those months you had spent hunkered down getting to know them. But once it was over… your lovers all got to leave. And you were still stuck here. A few had come back to visit, or sent you postcards from exotic locations. But no one ever stayed more than a night. Your bed was, for the most part, empty. So was your life. Some days you wondered if anyone would even notice if you burned the whole stupid house down.

So imagine your delight when you found a beautifully decorated envelope waiting on your doorstep after yet another grueling shift. It was heavy, adorned with small, intricate drawings of your favorite flower, and gently scented like soft summer rain. You broke out into a stupid grin as you snatched it up. Only one romantic dork ever left you letters with wax seals.

Skylar had told you picking favorites was bad taste. Everyone deserved love, and you truly had given Dating Everything your best shot. And you did fall in love, and you made friends, sure. But there was someone you couldn’t help being extra little hurt had never visited in person. Hector had sent you the most letters out of anyone, about once a month, always wax sealed and many-paged. But he still hadn’t come back to see you, and you were getting serious withdrawals. You had worried that you’d scared him off somehow, and these messages were mere formalities before he disappeared from your life forever. But they kept showing up, every month, a small comfort in his absence. His cursive was messy, and the familiarity of it had you aching in parts you typically tried to ignore nowadays.

This letter started much the same as his others. He loved to ramble about his new human discoveries, sketch out masks he was building, and plan excruciatingly romantic, elaborate dates that he never seemed to actually invite you out on. At this point you would be perfectly happy going out to get a burger, or even for him to just show up spontaneously on your doorstep and gaze down at you with those beautiful, big brown eyes again. You missed him so terribly. Every time you adjusted the thermostat you thought of that stupid belt, and ripping it off with your teeth. Your house had so many vents that you had become used to talking into while you went about your days in job purgatory, and it was still a struggle not to ask the empty space there if it wanted some when you made dinner. You ripped your eyes away from the one in your living room and forced yourself to refocus on the letter.

Hector was doing fantastically, it read. Going to parties, making friends, expanding his business. He had just discovered public swimming pools. He was, quote, “Figuring out all of the human intricacies.” You were surprised the stuttering introvert that once cowered behind shadows in your vents was becoming such a social butterfly, but you were glad he was doing well. Hector was someone special, and he deserved to do things and people that made him happy. Even if those things didn’t seem to be… you.

But even so you’d read his letters, as long as he wanted to keep sending them. In fact you kept every single one in the desk drawer Jerry used to live in, after you had thoroughly scrubbed it out with bleach of course. He had never put any kind of return address on the envelopes, so you never had the chance to reply. Maybe he wanted to keep his distance. Surely a lifetime stuck in an attic, watching the world pass you by, would make anyone a little weary to-

…

Wait.

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WAIT.

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HOLY SHIT!

Hector was coming to visit.

This Saturday, 3 pm. Your house. After almost a year of not seeing him? What changed his mind?? You started pacing, your mind a whirlwind of excitement and worry and questions. You’d have to clean up, you’d gotten lazy in your roommates absences. And buy some food that wasn’t junk food or leftover take-out. And maybe…change your sheets? Your face flushed in embarrassment. It’s his first time visiting, you scolded yourself. He’s here to catch up, not fuck you. But as you wandered upstairs you couldn’t help your eyes from drifting back to your entirely too spacious bed over and over again.

It was so easy to picture it back how it had been the last time Hector was here. A shiver ran up your spine as you remembered him writhing on your sheets, hands gripping onto your bed frame for dear life while you rode his cock like you meant to break it. Hector had been such a well behaved boy for you, following your every whim like it was a sacred mission and moaning like a whore the entire time. You’d lost track of how many times he’d ripped an orgasm from you with his hands and mouth and soft, hairy thighs. You still ached with the absence of his pulsing member inside you when you jacked off, making eye contact with the vent above your bed like there was still someone there to watch you cum. The sex toys Ben-Hwa shipped you couldn't compare to the feeling of him shuddering and crying as he pumped load after load into you, breathless thanks on his lips even with your tongue shoved down his throat.

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After changing your sheets Saturday morning, you found you had little else to do in preparation for Hector’s visit but pace your living room and wait. You'd tried to dress nicely, even without the fantastic red shirt you hadn't been able to find in months. You fiddled nervously with the fabric of your acceptable green polo and wondered if in his exciting new life that he may be less impressed with this little house. Less impressed with you.

A knock at the door makes you jump, heart thudding in your chest like you'd been running for hours. He was here. That had to be him. You look up at your clock. 2:45. He was early. With a deep breath you make quick steps towards the door, smoothing your clothing and hair quickly before grabbing the door handle.

Anxiety erupted in your chest. This was it. The first time you'd seen Hector since realization. You found you were unable to turn the knob. What if he didn't want you back? What if he came here and looked around the same place he'd been trapped for his entire existence and realize this was a huge fucking mistake? That your entire relationship had been a huge fucking mistake. Maybe he'd found someone better.

The thought pissed you off. You knew Hector, inside and out. (Literally, you'd had to do all the hvac maintenance yourself while you were on lockdown). He loved you. He was here to see you. Another deep breath and you were ripping open the door before you could change your mind.

It had been so long.

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Hector held his breath as he knocked. He didn't know how you were going to react to his visit, or if you had even gotten the letter he'd sent in pre-warning. He never actually stayed around to watch you receive them. Just dropped them off on your porch and ran away like a coward, always promising himself that his next time knocking would be to place it in your life-giving hands himself.

And now here he was. Knees shaking in front of what was once Dorian, actually keeping his promise. He never would've had the courage back in the vents. He could almost be proud of himself. Almost. But you were taking quite a long time… what if you weren’t home? What if you really hadn't gotten Hector's letter? Or worse… someone else had gotten here before him.

Hector shuffled the brightly coloured gift box between his sweaty palms. You had always had other lovers, of course. You had dated everyone in the house afterall, he had gotten used to the jealous pangs. As much as he enjoyed getting to finally speak to the other objects through their shared passion for you, or the spike of surprised pleasure that shot through his gut when you stared into his grate during your sexual escapades, he had always (and unsubtly) wanted you to himself. He would never ask you to change yourself. But the thought of a third person interrupting your reunion or- or wrapping themselves around you while he was trying to tell you he lived to breathe your air; it filled him with such crushing anxiety.

Maybe you were upstairs right now, rolling and writhing in your soft sheets with a better partner. That’s why you were taking so long to answer. Or maybe you were on the other side of the door, holding back giggles as your new love made fun of his hideous form through the peephole. Hector's face flushed in shame, maybe he should just go-

*click*

…

Wow.

How were you so much more handsome than he remembered? Beautiful warm smile, tussled hair, buttoned shirt clinging to your form in a way that made him wish he had once been fabric instead of cold steel. You were perfect, just perfect. Hector’s vision blurred, and he realized he was tearing up. Your face dropped in concern, he was already fucking this up, and he couldn’t help but flinch back from your hand as you raised it to his cheek in comfort. You knew him too well, and didn’t say anything as you swept him into your arms. Hector began to cry in earnest at how tenderly you held him, even after all this time. He buried both hands in your hair and clutched you tightly to his chest, hiccuping sobs as he dropped the forgotten present. He was so overwhelmed by you; your smell, your warmth, the feeling of your skin against his fingertips. Finally, finally, finally.

“My love,” Hector sniffled, “My heartbeat, my reason for being. I have-” he choked as he unburied his face from your shoulder to gaze down at you. He had never dreamed you would cry for a miserable creature like him, your wet eyes and quivering lip threatened to break him to more pieces than he was already in. “I have missed you so.”

You laughed, hoarse from tears, and pulled him into another bone crushing hug.

“Where the hell have you been then?!” you exclaimed, muffled in his chest. Confused, Hector tried to pull away, but you ignored the distance to stretch up on your tiptoes and press a searing kiss against his lips. Hector yipped in surprise, heart hammering in his chest as he struggled not to drop to his knees right there on your front porch. He had missed your mouth more than he ever knew he could miss anything. Your tongue swiped over his bottom lipped and he moaned, rushing forward to press his aching body against yours. You took his breath away, fuck he’d give you his whole lungs if you asked for them-

Clunk.

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Ow.

Whoever had tripped first was inconsequential, because you were both lying tangled painfully in your foyer. Hector flushed red as he realized he had fallen on top of you, one arm still cradling your head from the kiss and his half hard cock pressing almost painfully into your thigh. He scrambled backwards off of you (he wasn’t used to being on top) and bumped into-

His present. HIs now, slightly dented, present.

Shit. Hector glanced over at you, already sat up and rubbing your head with a wince. Opening the lid facing away from you, he checked the contents of the damaged package. With a sigh of relief, he closed it again. Nothing broken. He wanted to kick himself for ruining the moment and the pretty wrapping he had spent so much time trying to get perfect, but it wasn’t the time. You were already pulling yourself up and dusting yourself off, a curious eye following Hector and the gift.

“What's all that about?” You asked in a sing-song tone, reaching forward as if to grab the present. Hector jerked away, quickly scrambling to his feet and feebly attempting to hide the gift behind his back.

“All in good time mi amor. Perhaps I could show you… inside?”

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The gift box was very light, and beautifully wrapped. It looked almost like paper mache, strips and bits in light and dark shades of your favorite colour adorned the sides and lid in an uneven, swirling pattern. Glitter sprinkled off of it in surprising excess to dust your hands and lap.

Hector was obviously nervous. He alternated between staring at his fidgeting hands and glancing up at you, chewing on his lip in adorable anticipation. Carefully, as not to hurt the packaging further than the scuffed dent from your fall, you pull open the lid.

Inside was a mask. It was shaped like a half moon, points oriented downward to leave an open space for your mouth and accentuate your natural jawline. Flecks of gold in the surface of the porcelain caught brilliantly in the lights of your living room, and it was painted with an accentuating swirling pattern around the eyes and hairline reminiscent of the outside of the gift box.

“Do you like it? I spent so long working on it, fueled by my thoughts and desire of you. The muses need not have descended, you fill my memories so.” Hector purred, turning on his deeper vent voice as he often did while nervous.

It was stunning, and you told him so. You gulped, hands shaking slightly as you picked it up. You were almost scared to touch it, as if you were about to try and hold the most precious artifact in a museum. It was the prettiest thing anyone had ever given you, probably the prettiest thing you had ever held in your whole life. Had Hector really made this himself? He had only been out of your house a year, and he was already a master level craftsman. It would've had you rethinking your capitalist career path, but Hector was already holding out his hands towards yours with those big puppy dog eyes.

“May I?”

Your breath hitched with the telltale click of the mask snapping into place. It was surprisingly comfortable. The inside was lined with a soft, breathable fabric, and it hugged the planes of your face as if it had been molded to you from its creation. The porcelain edges cooled your hot blush, embarrassment and arousal creeping up the nape of your neck. You had never been much of a model. Hector had worked so hard on this. What if you looked up and his crooked, perfect features fell in disappointment?

Hector tilted your chin up gently, gasping softly in amazement as you finally revealed his hard work. It fit you perfectly. He had done all the measurements from memories and sketches of you he had taken while still residing in your home, and he had painstakingly sculpted it while peering through the slats of his own. Hector had fretted over the details for months, and after countless hours bent over his desk trying to figure out what it was missing he finally knew.

It was you. You made it glow.

Your lips met again, softer than the hungry, biting kiss you'd had on the doorstep. This one was slower, searching out each other's warmth with a prying desperation as you shifted to straddle Hector's lap. He whined, sweet and needy into your mouth as your chests pressed together. Hector's dick twitched at the sharp angles of your mask pressing into his face, maybe next time you'd allow him to wear his vent while he worshiped you.

He did so now, kissing and licking and mewling his way down your jaw to your throat, teeth connecting at your thrumming pulsepoint. You hissed through your teeth and lightly ground your hips down, an invitation that Hector took eagerly. He bit and sucked every inch of skin he could reach above your collar, delighting in dark colours that bloomed in the shape of him. You were his, his his his, and he was going to make damn sure every person who saw you knew it.

You gasped, slightly speeding up the agonizingly slow momentum of your ass against his cock. You feel calloused hands drawing reverent patterns up the small of your back, and the pure love of the action was almost too much for your lonely heart to bear. Hector was so hard you could feel his heartbeat through his jeans, but he was so happily lapping at your exposed skin that he hardly seemed to notice. That wouldn't fucking do. He had to know you had missed him just as desperately as he had missed you. While he was distracted, you drug your hand up his back, up the nape of his neck, and into thick, dark curls that slipped so easily between your fingers when you curled your fist and yanked. Hard.

Hector moaned loudly, with a sudden volume and need that surprised you both. You chuckle lowly, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck to bite and lick lightly at his earlobe. Hector began to pant, fuck- that felt so- and you were unbuttoning his pants, letting out a soft groan as you slipped in your hand and wrapped yourself around the soft, firm flesh of his dick. Keening, Hector bucked up into you, immediately beginning to babble praises and promises of filthy things he had been writing in his fanfictions about you. It had been so long since he felt you, really fucking felt you, tugging insistently at his member and running your clever fingers over the precum beading at his head.

He was embarrassingly close already. Hector hadn’t been touched by anyone since his realization night, and fucking into your fantastic red shirt like a makeshift fleshlight for a year couldn’t have prepared him for your warm, real flesh against his own again.

“W-Wait, my love- fuck- please I’m-” Hector shuddered, legs shaking violently as he bucked into your hand. You made a small noise he couldn’t distinguish, and then your hand was gone, just as quickly as it came. His whole body began to shake now, oh how you teased his very psyche to the brink of madness! Oh how perfect his human was, how generous to focus on his pleasure when you knew damn well he lived to make you cum. You pet Hector’s curls as his breathing evened out, slipping out of his lap to loom over him and pinning him to the couch like he would ever try to go anywhere else. You ran a finger over his bottom lip and he flicked his tongue against it. Your breathing shuddered, and Hector took it as a sign to pull the tip of it between his teeth, keeping eye contact as he ever so gently sucked.

You looked so powerful in your new mask, intense eyes one of the only indicators of the lust boiling underneath. Wordlessly you pull Hector up by his shirt collar, and like you were walking a dog dragged him behind you up the stairs. You throw him onto your bed, mussing your freshly pressed sheets, but not joining him. Not yet.

Hector began to sit up when your weight failed to fall on top of him, but he was stunned silent by you hurriedly stripping off your outfit. You slowed only as you pulled off your boxers, letting them slip sensually over your firm, bouncy ass. A drip of precum connects your cunt to the fabric briefly, causing Hector to cry out like a man dying of thirst. Hopefully you wouldn’t notice them missing in the morning, Hector wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he left without such a prize.

A better prize was crawling onto the bed, skin sliding against his suddenly suffocating amount of clothes. You kissed up firm, muscled thighs to lick and mouth at where his boner still strained after hurriedly being tucked back into his pants. Up his soft stomach, nipping along his sensitive chest, pausing to kiss every inch of his whimpering, blushing face. You continue upwards before he could return the affection, bracing yourself against the headboard as you moved to encase his head in your plush, hairy thighs.

Your cock and pussy hung above him, radiating heat like a bonfire in winter. You paused, as if giving him time to adjust or stop you. But Hector could only groan at the beautiful sight, grabbing greedy handfuls of your hips and thighs before yanking you down. You yelped in surprise as he began lapping hungrily at you, before relaxing into a heady moan as you ground against him. His tongue circled your cock, the small bud pulsing against his lips as he lapped up your precum like a starving man. You leaned back as you felt him probing into your hole, fucking the tip of his tongue deeper into you. Fuck he was good at that. Jealousy flared temporarily in your chest, who exactly had taught him how to suck cock like that? But his vibrating moans into your slick flesh emptied it from your mind, and most everything else too.

“Good boy, fuck right there, such a perfect little cock-slut. Just made for me aren’t you? Should I keep that pretty little mouth for a cock warmer? Keep you all brainless, just fed with cum from morning to night?” His enthusiastic nodding ground your cock against his nose and upper lip, both of you moaning in tandem at the sensation. You fucked his face in earnest, forgetting about his need to breathe or your fear of crushing his head in exchange for roughly humping into his wet, adoring mouth.

You pulled off as you felt yourself getting close. As tempting as the thought of cumming possessively on Hector's adorable, wholly human face was after so long (along with the needy, disappointed whine he'd let out trying to pull you back down) you wanted this to be special. Hector deserved it to be special.

It pained you to separate but Hector was still wearing entirely too much. His shirt collar was soaked in you, lips and stubble shining obscenely as he panted, disheveled and looking like a proper whore.

Eagerly, you both rushed to strip him of his remaining clothing. You began to drool as the layers fell away, Hector was just your type. A delicate neck and strong shoulders led down a delightfully hairy chest and a soft swell of plush stomach and creamy thighs. Framed perfectly by a thick black treasure trail was the cock you had been fingerfucking yourself to the thought of for months. It was a comfortable, smaller length, though thicker than most cocks you had seen through the house. You briefly wondered how he had been circumcised, being an hvac unit the first time you had the privilege of seeing it, but had gotten very quickly distracted seeing how much of it you could fuck down your throat in one try.

You were back on his lap in an instant, kissing him deeply and groping every inch of him you could reach. Hector relished in your attention, softly moaning as he roughly squeezed your ass, pushing it down to grind teasingly against your wet cunt. Firmly you grab his cock and lower yourself to rub the leaking tip against your entrance. You paused, looking up at him for permission.

“I-” Hector gulps, face flushing impossibly redder, “My love, I will not last long. You could make an entire army of men quake with lust, a whole nation at your feet begging to please you, how could I ever stand a chance-”

Blinding pleasure in the form of you sinking slowly down on his cock, every inch engulfed by your heavenly warmth threatening to break his failing self control. Only pausing for a second to give him time to adjust, you immediately snap your hips into fucking him at a brutal pace. Hector feels tears prick at his eye once again as he screamed, little warning before suddenly a hot stream of them ran down his cheeks, pleasure overwhelming his senses as you pinched and pulled at his nipples.

In this moment there was nothing but you. The whole world could end right now he wouldn't care less, as long as Hector could keep you right here, chasing that shiver that ran up your spine when he angled his thrusts just so. Your moans were the sweetest thing he'd ever heard, fuck he was getting so close, he needed to cum more than he needed to breathe, please please please-

“Me too,” you gasped, palming roughly at your cock as you leaned down to kiss him sloppily. Fuck had he said that out loud? “Me too, fuck cum with me, cum in me, I need you! Hector I love you-”

The orgasm ripped the senses from Hector. He could only blindly claw at your hips as he pumped shot after shot of cum deep as he could into your womb, breathless screams ripped from his chest in the glory of you. He could feel your pussy spasm around him as you came together, and it emptied him to the last drop. It was yours, all of him was yours, and you took it so fucking well.

When he came to, you were collapsed on top of his chest panting, sweat sticking your bodies even further together. Hector ran his fingers through your damp hair, cuddling closer at your contented hum. His half hard cock was still inside you, coated in both of your orgasms. The stickiness was unpleasant, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. It was much too easy to begin nodding off, wrapped in warmth and satisfaction and love.

Later, there would be emotional conversations and catching up to do. Later there would be boundary negotiations, moving days, and another toothbrush beside yours on the sink. But for now, with the greatest love of your life finally back in your arms, there was only sleep.