If they're being honest he'd expected another falter, another moment where Hector couldn't quite follow his pace. His head swims with the feeling of Hector's body tight around him, and he nearly comes on the spot at the sound of that please
But he catches himself, gripping into the headboard until he hears it buckling a bit, thinking about boring conversations or tax laws or anything that will cool him back down.
He lets out a low moans as he finally starts to move. One hand grips into Hector's hip and the other slips up to grip his shoulder, but his first few thrusts are slow for his own benefit as well as Hector. He works himself up steadily, lifting Hector's hips up a bit so he has just the right angle.
He wonders if he's done wrong, hearing the headboard creak above him. He's still catching his breath and in that he waits for Dodger to start, his heart racing with the thrill of his own uncertainty.
And then at last, he's gripped. His moan joins Dodger's in a faint chorus. He's surprised but grateful for the slower build-up. His arms reach up for Dodger, to touch, to lock around his neck, whatever he can do. There's no rocking his own hips back while gripping like this, but he tries to help, shifting his body whatever way he can to give what Dodger's looking for. Until another moan rings louder than the last.
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But he catches himself, gripping into the headboard until he hears it buckling a bit, thinking about boring conversations or tax laws or anything that will cool him back down.
He lets out a low moans as he finally starts to move. One hand grips into Hector's hip and the other slips up to grip his shoulder, but his first few thrusts are slow for his own benefit as well as Hector. He works himself up steadily, lifting Hector's hips up a bit so he has just the right angle.
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And then at last, he's gripped. His moan joins Dodger's in a faint chorus. He's surprised but grateful for the slower build-up. His arms reach up for Dodger, to touch, to lock around his neck, whatever he can do. There's no rocking his own hips back while gripping like this, but he tries to help, shifting his body whatever way he can to give what Dodger's looking for. Until another moan rings louder than the last.