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Since becoming human, Hector has experienced much outside his self imposed confinement in the attic. And yet despite it all its wonders, you are still the greatest thing he’s bear witness too. Once reduced to admiring you from the shadows, now able to see you in person. Touch you. Feel you. It’s awe inspiring, truly. In every which way you allow him to have you, the man will most gladly accept.
In the current moment, Hector finds himself in his newfound most natural position—bare and kneeling between your legs. He’ll sit until his knees ache, until the muscles in his back contort in agony. As long as you are happy, he’s on top of the world.
“What do you want, my love?” His lips tremble with anticipation. “Anything. Just ask for it.”
The way his dark eyes peer up at you are akin to a loyal dog. Watching and waiting for your next command.
You know what you want, and you know he does too. His mouth is merely inches from your own heat. He’s not asking out of confusion, he’s well aware of his next step, yet he’s doing this to tease you.
You pause only for a moment, before moving your foot towards his crotch.
“Hector.”
He almost yelps when you skin grazes his caged cock. He hasn’t touched himself in over a week, as per your request. As difficult it has been to comply (and who can blame him, having full access to you at all times), Hector has been sure not to give into his desires. Unfortunately, this has made him exponentially more sensitive than before. The friction of you barely ghosting over the covering has him wanting to keel over and beg for more.
“You must be pent up. You want me to help you out a little? I can let you out if you want to cum.”
A whimper escapes his lips as you continue to touch him. Such small motions and he’s already cracking. You’re sure to give him another stroke, before pressing your foot against the cage. You can tell that does something for the man below you, as he audibly moans. His brows scrunch, sweat beads on his forehead, but Hector doesn’t give in. He takes a deep breath to steady himself.
“No. No…don’t, please.”
He speaks as if he’s nearly out of breath, shaky hands moving to part your thighs.
“You first…” His tongue traces over his lips. The expression he makes is almost pained as your foot drags across the metal cage, he’s so close to breaking but stays committed through sheer willpower. “You come first, always.”
Ever so devoted, bending to your command—your partner leans forward. His hands move to caress your thighs and perch them on his shoulders. The familiar feeling of his warm skin and rough callouses on you sends a tingle down your body.
Knowing you have so much control over him does wonders for your self-confidence as well as your libido. Hector will forgo his own satisfaction in order to see you delighted. You’re sure he’d keep that on for the rest of his life as long as you promised to let him service you.
Hector always starts by pressing gentle kisses up the slope of your thighs, before lowering his head to where you want it most. His thumbs part your lips to allow his tongue to splay across your folds. Slow and methodical, takes note of which areas are most sensitive. The way you squirm in his grasp and buck against his face have Hector humming in contentment. He loves having this effect on you—giving you the upmost pleasure in ways others could only dream of. It’s truly and honor he gets to witness you like this.
But what interests him most are the areas that have you whimpering and whining for more. The ones that cause you to grip his dark curls in desperation, urging him to service your further. Here he is, on his knees and seemingly at your command, yet you’re the one vying for his touch. You need it, need him, to get you off. He knows just how tease and toy with you without you realizing.
You. And only you. That’s what consumes his mind. You swallow him wide and whole, clutching his thoughts in your jaws and binding him to your ver existence. Between your legs is his solace. The feeling of your skin, the warmth of your body, the heady smell so uniquely your own. It overtakes him. Here he knows his purpose. Knows his place. And it’s to be of your eternal service.
Hector’s stirred from his thoughts as your toes graze the skin of his pelvis and find their way back to his cock. Even though the cage prevents him from truly getting any relief, the ghosting of your skin against his over the slits has the man reeling. God, it’s amazing—yet so, so frustrating. He’s missed your touch dearly and longs for it again. To feel you against him once more would be a dream come true. He lets his desire take control and allows himself to hump pathetically against your foot, chasing a release not yet to come, before finally steeling himself to move you away.
This isn’t about him. This is for you. Everything he does is for you. And this is a commitment Hector takes seriously. He’s only allowed to cum if you feel he’s deserved the opportunity.
Getting you close was a simple task. He can tell your own orgasm is coming by the way you flutter against his lips and grind against his face. He loves it when you’re on the brink of orgasm. You no longer hesitate to use him for your own pleasure, riding the slope of his nose and smearing yourself down his face. Hector feels less like a person and more like a sex toy—much to his own pleasure.
He pulls you flush against his mouth and buries his face fully into you now. There’s no more need for discretion anymore, as you’re clearly on the cliff of your own pleasure, and he’s eager to ease you off. You finally cum as he curls his fingers into you, gently sucking on your unsheathed clit. These ministrations continue as you spasm on his face, ebbing into gentler kitten licks as you start to pull away. Hector’s not fully keen to move until you push him away. He’s only disappointed for a moment, until he gets to revere your beautifully flushed demeanor. Regarding you is like witnessing an angel. Hector starts to feel himself crumble under your gaze.
“Was that okay….?” Attempting to swallow his nerves did him no good, as it persists in his tone. He starts to massage your thighs as a way to busy his hands. “Are you satisfied?”
It’s a question almost not worth answering. You’re honestly spent and need more than a few moments to recover. He’s an expert at his craft, yet always feels the need to ask for feedback.
“God, yes.” You answer him, to which he lets out a sigh of relief. “You’re amazing, Hector, like always.”
You wonder when he’ll ever come to terms with the fact he’s more than enough for you. But until then, you’re happy to keep reminding him. For now, taking care of his flushed cock swelling against its confinement seems a lot more urgent.
“Now how about we get you outta that cage?”