[L pants, riding through obliterating waves that had been backed-up and frustrated for such a long time. Until it's over, he doesn't have to think about anything at all with a mind is blotted out by the rush of release.
The world fades, then sharpens, gradually, back into focus as Hector swallows and smiles, joins him parallel with his own pressing suggestive need. Also sharpening into focus is realization, not sober and even more startling for it. He did; he'd said what he thought he did, and his pink, flushed cheeks start to drain back to their typical ashen pallor.]
I...
[He shakes his head. Not hard enough to erase it or spin back the encounter to somehow rewrite how those moments had gone. God.]
It's not... sorry. You were wonderful... please, let me...
[He pushes himself up insistently, anxious to reciprocate, draw attention far away from his faux pas.]
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The world fades, then sharpens, gradually, back into focus as Hector swallows and smiles, joins him parallel with his own pressing suggestive need. Also sharpening into focus is realization, not sober and even more startling for it. He did; he'd said what he thought he did, and his pink, flushed cheeks start to drain back to their typical ashen pallor.]
I...
[He shakes his head. Not hard enough to erase it or spin back the encounter to somehow rewrite how those moments had gone. God.]
It's not... sorry. You were wonderful... please, let me...
[He pushes himself up insistently, anxious to reciprocate, draw attention far away from his faux pas.]