[Hector leans up and presses a kiss against L's chest.]
Good boy. [He murmurs against L's flushed skin. And then he continues his journey down L's body, kissing and nipping a path toward his prize.
It's a shame to maneuver himself out of reach of L's hand, but needs must. He slides down the couch until he is face to face with Linden's cock.]
You can grab my horns if you want to. [It'll give the witch more control than gripping his hair would... and Hector likes feeling a lover tug on them as they grow more desperate.
He gives the head of L's cock a lick, then looks up to see the witch's reaction.]
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Good boy. [He murmurs against L's flushed skin. And then he continues his journey down L's body, kissing and nipping a path toward his prize.
It's a shame to maneuver himself out of reach of L's hand, but needs must. He slides down the couch until he is face to face with Linden's cock.]
You can grab my horns if you want to. [It'll give the witch more control than gripping his hair would... and Hector likes feeling a lover tug on them as they grow more desperate.
He gives the head of L's cock a lick, then looks up to see the witch's reaction.]