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Gosh it was hot. Bent over your desk you wiped at your forehead with a groan. The gross feeling of sweat on your palm had you grimacing. 

Peering up, you looked at the vent in your office. An accusatory stare hit Hector through the grates of the vent. It made his heart rate speed up. Finally…

He finally got your attention. 

For the last couple of days you hadn’t put on your Dateviators. Much to your household objects' chagrin. It wasn’t intentional, you had just found yourself majorly busy. First it was Sam asking you to help her move out of her apartment. Then your grandparents needed assistance with their new computer. Your elderly next-door neighbor had an emergency and asked you to water the plants while they were gone. Not to mention the things you had to do yourself. Bills to be paid, car registration updated, then you realized your driver’s license was about to expire. SO MANY THINGS. 

Seeing your frazzled state, most of the objects understood why you were unable to meet with them. However, there were some that were quite miffed that  you didn’t take at least some time out of your busy schedule to see them. 

The personification of your HVAC system happened to be one of those objects. 

Watching you with bated breath, Hector twiddled his fingers in anticipation.

Stepping out of your seat, you stretched and cracked your back with a satisfying pop. Leaving your office, you immediately rounded the corner to reach the thermostat. 

78 degrees… 

You looked back at the vent, hand on your hip as you raised a brow at it. Pulling your Dateviators from your pocket, you placed them on your face. Hector had to hold back a squeal of excitement as he watched you witness him through the vent. 

“Hector, pray tell, why does the house feel like a sauna?” You gave him an accusatory glare. 

“Ah, um, well, darling, you see…” He bit his lip, suddenly embarrassed about what he had done. “I just needed you to acknowledge me.” He admitted, through the grate you could see his eyes droop sorrowfully. 

A pang of guilt hit your chest at his words. It had only been a couple of days, but you suppose you had neglected some of the objects. Especially considering you still returned home everyday.

“Hector, I’m sorry.” You walked over to the vent, lifting your hand to it. “I should’ve at least said ‘hello’. I just got so busy, it was hard to even think.” 

A warm hand took hold of yours, thumb caressing the top lovingly. Looking at his hand, you smiled softly. Gosh, he had nice hands…

“I hate to see you run yourself so ragged.” He said, eyes filled with concern. 

“A lot had to get done. I couldn’t just leave people hanging, you know?” You let out a sigh. 

It was clear you had been busying yourself so much it appeared as if it was a detriment. Your frame slumped over with exhaustion, dark circles under your eyes, nails bitten down to the bed, all accompanied by random bruises you couldn’t remember getting. 

“I hate to see you hurting yourself like this, my darling.” He said with a sadness in his voice. 

“I’m not hurting myself. I’m… pushing myself is all.” You didn’t know why, but you felt as if he was pitying you. 

“Pushing yourself too hard.” Concern was laced in his voice. He didn’t know why he would’ve made you irritable. 

“Hector, I can handle my own shit.” Why were you spitting back at him? All he was doing was checking in on you, and you return his kindness with vitriol?

“D-dearest, I never said you couldn’t.” Oh no, barely a few sentences in and this was all falling apart. 

“Well it feels like you don’t think I can manage on my own.” Misplaced anger was bubbling in you. Your tired mind looking for a scapegoat to blame, unlucky for your AC, it was Hector. 

He knew you didn’t mean the malice in your tone, nonetheless, it was still unpleasant to receive. 

“I know you can manage, but I also know you run yourself ragged quite frequently. You could give that Breaker Box boy a run for his money with how much you push yourself to work.” 

“Ugh, what do you know? I have to work,...” You looked down, rubbing your arm. “To make sure everything is taken care of.” 

After you lost your job to a bot, your workaholic personality had you buzzing to do something, anything. Thus, you found yourself accepting everything offered to you. Whether it was from a person or one of your objects, you would make sure the job got done to the best of your abilities. 

Typically it would only be a few tasks you would have to do. Lately, it seemed that your reliability made you a favorable choice to ask when it came to providing aid. For some reason you couldn’t say “no”. Someone could ask you to go help them dumpster dive and you would accept the job with no questions. 

“I know, my love.” He offered his hand to you.

You accepted it, enjoying the feel of his warmth in your hand. 

“And you are exceptional at your work, truly, you are.” He pat your hand lightly. “However, it hurts to see you like this.” 

Oof, that hurt. You felt that pang in your chest again. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, unable to look at him. “I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten.”

“I should be the one apologizing.” He let out a sad sigh, twiddling his thumbs. “I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long. I need to respect your autonomy, of course. But clearly, you didn’t even realize it yourself.” 

“Hector, if you’re worried about me, you can tell me. I would prefer that you do.” You gave him a look of sincerity that had his heart swelling. 

“Y-you do?” 

“Of course I do!” You shook your head with a smile. “I know you care about me.”

“I do, deeply. More than I could ever articulate through words alone…” 

“You demonstrate your care plenty.” You pulled away from him. Placing your hands on your hips, you puffed out your chest with confidence. “So, what can I do to show you the same care?” 

Eyes widening, Hector tried to find his words. You, YOU, wanted to do something for him. Wait, weren’t you just arguing about you doing too much for others? Sneaky little thing, you were. 

“You can take care of yourself.” He said bluntly, hands held together. 

Quirking a brow, you gave him a confused look. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

“I mean, you rest, recuperate, not accept any more work until you are well-rested.” 

Teeth worrying over your lip, you wondered how you could get out of this one. To be honest, you didn’t really know how to take care of yourself. Outside of the bare necessities of eating and keeping yourself clean, there wasn’t much you ever thought could be considered “taking care of yourself.” 

“I don’t know, Hector…” You trailed.

“Ah ah, you asked me what I wanted.” His voice held more confidence. “And I told you, so you must.” 

“You got me there…” You paused. You didn’t want to come off as naive, but you felt a bit embarrassed that you didn’t have a clue as to what to do. “Um, what should I start with?” 

“Hmm…” Hector tapped his chin, then a loud rumbling came from your stomach. Through the vent you heard him chuckle. “Perhaps we can start with you eating a meal.” 

“Will you join me?” You asked sweetly. 

“Of course, I’ll be in the kitchen.” He began to shuffle around to head to the proper vent. 

“I mean, like in person.” You said, making him pause. 

“Apologies, my love, but I will not.” He said, making you frown. “Now, now, I’m not trying to upset you.”

“Then what is it that you are doing?” 

“Giving you an incentive.” Even though you couldn’t see it, he was smirking. 

“An incentive?” 

“Yes, an incentive. You wish to see me in person, you must complete all of the tasks I ask of you. Which of course, will be about taking care of yourself.” 

Grumbling to yourself, you tapped your foot in irritation. Eyeing him at the vent, you pouted. Oh what he would do to have that protruding bottom lip against his own. However, he could wait. He was a very patient man, after all. 

“Fine.” You had to admit, it was a nice incentive. 

When Hector had finally revealed himself to you, you were absolutely stoked. Immediately you flooded him with compliments that had him flustered and blushing. A reaction that you loved getting out of him. 

“Good.” Cool air began blasting through the vent, caressing your face. 

“Ooooh, yessss. That’s the good stuff.” You purred as the chill hit your overheated body. 

“Now, go eat.” Hector softly commanded. 

Nodding, you complied.

Walking into the kitchen you were greeted by the various objects housed in the room. Giving them all a wave, you headed to Freddy. 

“Hey Freddy.” You gave him a soft smile.

“Hey! Been awhile since I’ve seen ya, was afraid you were starving yourself.” 

“Oh no no no, not at all. I was just out of the house a lot.” Sucking your teeth, you awkwardly continued. “And I might have forgotten to eat.”

Freddy tisked you, then opened his doors. 

“Well, I’m glad you remembered now.” He waved his arm over the options in the fridge and freezer. “Let’s see, we’ve got leftover pasta carbonara, pizza, and some cold cuts for a sandwich.” 

“Sheesh, I really should’ve found the time to go grocery shopping.” You pondered on your options, settling on the pizza. 

You preheated your oven, then put it on a baking stone to warm up. You could feel your microwave’s eyes on you.

“Sorry Luke, Stefan just makes pizza taste better warmed up. Keeps the crust crispy.” You shrugged your shoulders. 

As you prepared your meal, you waved to your vent. Pointing at your plate, you grabbed a slice and took a bite. Soon enough, you had finished your meal. Yeah, you definitely should have eaten sooner. Oh well, at least you did it now. 

You returned to the vent, ready for your next task. 

“Alright, Hector. What else do you got for me?” 

“I was thinking you could take a shower. I left the house a bit hot, and I’m sure that was uncomfortable. I apologize for that inconvenience.” 

“You sure you don’t just want to see me naked?” You teased with a smirk.

“M-my love! I, well…” Hector pulled at his collar, feeling like his vent was very stuffy all the sudden. Taking in a breath, he composed himself. “While you know I certainly appreciate your bare form, this is not about me.” 

“Am I not doing these tasks for you?” 

“That’s only because you asked me what I wanted. I hope that you will do these on your own otherwise.” He huffed. 

“Alright, alright. Shower it is.” 

Walking into your bathroom, you pulled the Dateviators off. Yes, the objects have seen you naked plenty of times. However, having them stare at you when you could see them was awkward to say the least. Especially when Johnny Splash decided to make you his muse mid scrubbing at your armpits. You tried it once, then never again. Much to the object’s dismay, especially Amir’s. 

After starting the shower, you stripped down. There was one pair of eyes that you were happy to show off to. Staring directly at your vent, you gave it a wink and blew it a kiss. A sudden burst of hot air hit you, making you chuckle. 

In the vent Hector practically short-circuited at your flirtation. Oh, you truly were something else. 

As you showered you sang out the song that had been stuck in your head all day. Though you couldn’t witness it, Johnny attempted to harmonize with you. He did so very poorly, making all of the other objects audibly groan. 

When that was complete, you dried off and wrapped a towel around you. Slipping the Dateviators back on you were met with the sight of the bathroom objects. 

“Have a good shower?” Tyrell asked, giving you a once over. 

“Yeah! It was very refreshing. Much needed. Thanks Johnny!” 

“Uhuh, you're very welcome!” He said in his Presley-esque accent.

“Well, I’m off to get some comfy clothes.” 

Back in your bedroom you pulled out some comfy pjs. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you let out a satisfied huff. You were starting to feel much better than before. 

Turning to your bedroom vent, you spoke.

“What else, Hector?” 

“Do a leisurely activity to wind down.” He said. 

Though you couldn’t fully see him, you could tell he was happier at the state you were in. 

“Leisurely activity…” You tapped on your chin, thinking of what to choose.

Nodding, you decided reading was a good bet. Heading down to your office, you looked over your little library. One book caught your eye, so you grabbed it. Taking it to the living room, you sat on the couch with your blanket wrapped around you. 

Over your shoulder, Mateo was reading along with you. An inanimal cat sat in his lap purring contently. On your other side sat Koa, who was chilling contently with his eyes closed. Over your other shoulder, Lyric joined in on the reading. Normally you would find something like this claustrophobic, but you felt you owed it to the objects after not speaking to them for a while. As you read, you made sure to turn the pages slowly so they could follow along. From behind you could hear Lyric gasping and murmuring to himself. Mateo sat quietly, only laying his head on your shoulder. Occasionally his eyebrows would raise as something he read on the page. 

“No, no, no, no! You cannot stop there!” Lyric implored as you put a bookmark on the page. 

“I think it’s a good place to stop.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“B-but it’s a cliffhanger! You can’t just stop!”

“Lyric, you literally are part of this book. Don’t you know how it ends?” You teased.

“I do, but I can’t believe you would just end it there! It gets so good!” 

Chuckling, you lightly pat his shoulder. 

“I’ll be okay, I’m excited to see what comes next.” 

Standing up, you cracked your back. Again, you returned to the vent. Looking up expectantly, you spoke to Hector. 

“So, what now? I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job of taking care of myself.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“My darling, you certainly have.” He crooned. The praise sent a chill down your spine. 

“So… can I see you now?” You batted your lashes.

“Not just yet.” He chuckled at your pout. “I have one more task.” 

“As long as it’s just one. I really want to see you.” You sighed.

“Trust me, I think you’ll enjoy this one.” You couldn’t see it, but he had a cheeky grin on his face. 

See, officially being with you had brought out a good bout of confidence from the man. That confidence had now manifested a hunger within him. A hunger that he wished to explore tonight, if you would have him. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said, before shuffling off. 

“Okaaay…” You gave a suspicious look to the vent before heading upstairs.

Once in your room, you walked up to the vent.

“Alright, I’m here.” You waved around the room.

“Indeed you are.” Hector could barely contain his glee. 

“So, what do you want me to do? Sleep?” 

“Eventually, yes. However, I have a special task for you.” 

“And that is…?” You let out a huff. “I’d prefer skipping the crypticness.” 

“So impatient, my love.” His voice lowered, making you shiver. Oh, oh, that’s really hot.

“S-sorry.” You stuttered out the apology.

“Mmm. Good.” He let out an airy sigh. “Now, my next task for you is very special.”

“Special?” 

“Oh, very much so.”

You bit back a snarky comment. It was surprising to feel such a domineering presence coming from your vent, yet, here you were. And it was certainly making you feel “special”. 

“My final task is that you pleasure yourself. One of the finest ways of taking care of oneself.” 

Immediately, red bloomed on your face. Shuffling your feet, you looked down. Pleasure yourself? 

“I-in front of you?” You asked quietly. 

“Why of course. Why else would I ask you to do this? I must see you taking care of yourself properly.” 

“Uh, I guess that makes… sense.” The blush on your face grew darker. 

Sure, you and Hector had already had sex. Who wouldn’t want to immediately jump that man’s bones? However, so far it had been fairly vanilla. Not that you minded. Hector was a very attentive lover. Seemingly needing to please you in order to feel pleasure himself. 

Now, things had taken a turn. Though, you weren’t opposed to exploring more in the bedroom. Especially if it helps him gain even more confidence. 

“I’m glad you think so. Now, if you will.” His hands motioned for you to begin. 

“Do you want me to strip?” You asked, reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“If you wouldn’t mind, please.” His polite demeanor was extremely hot to you.

Slowly, you lifted off your shirt, leaving your torso bare. Through the grate you could hear him groan at the sight. 

“Such a marvelous creature you are…” He purred. 

Your sleep shorts followed, leaving you fully naked. Part of you wanted to cover up, but another part enjoyed feeling so vulnerable, so… exposed. 

In the vent, Hector was practically panting at the sight. This show was all for him? Oh you treated him too well. Yet, he needed more. Needed to watch you truly “take care” of yourself. 

Walking backwards, you landed on your bed. Scooching further back, you fully laid down. Your legs spread apart, giving Hector a full view of your sex. Already shiny with your slick. The sight had him moaning, his cock growing hard. 

Sliding your hand over your body, you teased over your chest. Your fingers tweaked at your nipples, making you whine. Hector let out a quiet whimper. You continued to play with your chest and nipples for a while till they stayed hardened. 

Slowly, you trailed your hand down your body. Stopping just above your sex. Deciding to have some fun, you slid your hand away from your pussy. Instead teasing over your spread thighs. Not only were you teasing yourself, but Hector as well. The man was practically begging for you to actually touch yourself. 

Finally, you granted his wish. Fingers slid between your folds, spreading them for Hector to see. Lightly, you stroked over your clit. A spark of pleasure had you moaning. Each stroke had you letting out soft moans and whines. In your mind you pictured Hector touching you with those lovely hands of his. 

As you fantasized, you moved your fingers to the entrance of your cunt. Plunging two fingers in, you heard a loud groan from Hector. Oh he was loving this. Watching you please yourself was pure heaven in his eyes. Each sound spilling from your mouth a siren’s call, begging for him to just come and claim you. Tempting, yes, very tempting. But, Hector wanted to watch you fall apart on your fingers. Watch how you use your own body to please yourself. 

Though you were separated by a grate, witnessing this intimate moment made him feel closer to you than ever before. 

Wet sounds filled the room as you continued to pump your fingers in and out. Curling them just right to hit that perfect gummy spot inside. Then you would pull them out, swirling them around your clit. As you continued your moans grew louder. A heat growing in your belly, indicating your climax was on the horizon. 

Hector was shaking with anticipation. 

“Yes my darling, just like that.” He reached his hand over his pants, giving the hard bulge a squeeze. 

Wait, no, he didn’t want this to end so soon. Not just yet.

“Slow down.” He commanded softly. 

With a whimper, your fingers slowed their pace. Bringing you the barest amount of friction as you pressed in and out of your pussy. Your hips jolted up to meet with your hand. It was like your body was begging to go faster, forcing you to move. 

“H-hector…”

“Yes, my love?” He asked, voice hoarse. 

“Please…ah…”

“Please what?” Oh, he was going to lose his composure.

“Please, let me go faster!” You whined.

“Oh, my dearest love, please do. Fuck yourself on those lovely fingers.” 

His words spurred you on, making you respond to him with a loud moan. Hips rising, you began to chase that high. The movement of your hand was becoming sloppy as you ground your clit against your palm. Fingers pumping at a fast pace. 

“Oh, my love…” Hector moaned. 

“Ah! Hector…” You groaned out his name, making him respond with his own moan.

“Yes! Yes! Cum for me, my darling. Let me see you shaking with pleasure. I must see!” He huffed grabbing at the grate. 

Nodding, your eyes squeezed shut as you continued to play with your cunt. Just a few more pumps of your fingers had you shattering. A long loud moan escaping your lips as you gushed over your hand. The sight had Hector moaning loudly.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to have you. 

Quickly, he exited the vent system then headed to your bedroom. Catching your breath, you saw Hector enter the room. A soft smile was on your face as you took in his presence. His eyes were sparkling with awe as he looked over you. 

“How was that?” You asked softly.

Crawling over you, Hector pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Grabbing your hand, he pulled it to his lips. Wrapping his lips around your fingers, he sucked off your essence. His eyes rolled back with a groan. 

“You did so well, my love.” He kissed you again. “So amazing…” Again, his lips captured yours. 

Opening your mouth, you let his tongue slide with yours. Both of you groaned at the other’s taste. Hector’s kiss grew sloppy, as if he was addicted to your lips. Well, he was, and he would gladly die in this kind of bliss. 

Pulling back, Hector looked down at you. The look of adoration in his eyes had your heart swelling. His hand caressed your cheek before sliding over your lips. Lightly, he pressed two of his fingers into your mouth. Your mouth accepted the intrusion willingly. Feeling the soft pad of your tongue against his fingers had Hector groaning. Giving them two pumps in your mouth, he pulled them out. Making sure you were watching, he brought them to his own lips. With a dark gaze, he slowly slid them into his mouth. A low groan rumbled in his chest. 

“Have I told you how delicious you are, my darling?” He crooned.

You gave a small nod. 

“Well, I must tell you again. You taste utterly divine.” He leaned back over you. 

Pressing his lips to your neck, he left a trail of kisses down. Moving further down your body, he ended with his head between your thighs. Kissing your thighs, you felt his stubble tickle your skin. You let out a soft giggle. 

“Is something funny?” He asked, eyes hungry.

“N-no. You just tickled me.” 

“I apologize if that brought you discomfort.” He briefly looked concerned.

“No, my love. It didn’t feel bad at all.” You reached for his dark curls.

“I’m glad that is the case.” He kissed your thigh again. “Now, may I taste you some more?”

“Y-yes please!” You nodded your head vigorously. 

“You seem excited.” He teased, then dived in. 

The man gave you no time to think. A warm tongue slipped into your folds with fervor. Obscene wet sounds came from between your legs as he lapped at your soaked cunt. As if he needed to memorize your taste. Slurping up every bit of your essence as he could, then he turned to focus on your clit. A light flick had you buzzing, your previous orgasm had you very sensitive. 

Moaning loudly, your hips jolted as he continued to lavish your clit. Little flicks sent that flare of heat back in your belly. At this pace he would have you cumming on his face in no time. Just as you felt the precipice of your peak, he pulled away. 

Shocked, you looked down at him. A dopey smile was on his face. The man was clearly pussy-drunk, but sober enough to want to tease you. Evil, sexy, but still evil. 

Whining, you reached for his hair. He pulled back slightly. 

“My darling…” He slowly slid his tongue through your folds before coming back up, “is something the matter?” 

Letting out a huff of frustration, you lifted onto your elbows. Glaring at him, you whined again.

“Yes! Something is the matter!” Shuffling, you tried pushing closer to him, but his arms held your thighs down. “I was so close to cumming!” You felt your pussy ache at the thought. 

“So impatient. I’m only trying to savor something as delicious as yourself.” A cheeky grin was on his face. 

Another slow lick up your folds had you jolting. 

“However, I am partial to begging. I just might be willing to forgo my principles on the matter.” He finished with another long stripe with his tongue. 

Letting out a frustrated huff, you clenched at your bedsheets. 

“Please…” You let out a pathetic whine.

“Please what?” He kissed your thigh. 

“Please let me cum.” You said softly.

“My love, I didn’t catch that.” There was a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“Hector, please! Please let me cum!” Fine, you’d let go of some of your dignity.

“Was that so difficult?” 

“Yes…” You muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” He teased.

“N-nothing!”

“Hmm, good.” He licked up your cunt. “Now, I must return to my meal.” 

His tongue began flicking at your clit again. The heat in your belly rising once more. Every stroke of his tongue against you made it grow hotter and hotter. A well placed suck on your clit was your undoing. Thighs clenching around Hector’s head, you screamed and gushed over his face. The man took the offering gratefully, lapping up every last drop he could. 

As you came down, he licked at you slowly. Aftershocks of pleasure shot through you with each pass of his tongue. 

When he was satisfied, he stood up. Taking his time, he removed his clothes. Doing his best to maintain a confident aura, he crawled over you. Looking between you you glanced at his hard cock. A decent length with a wonderful girth that had your mouth watering. Oh, you needed him in you. Now. 

Shuffling your hips, you tried to tease him. A surprisingly strong hand pushed your hips down. Shaking his head, he leaned down to capture your lips. 

“My dearest, we ask for things we want. Don’t we?” His voice was so sweet, yet so commanding. It had you buzzing.

“Y-yes.” 

“So?” He pressed.

“I want you to fuck me.” You breathed out shakily.

He shook his head at you, the look of disappointment in his eyes had your face flushing. 

“You know better than that. Try again, my love.” 

“Please, fuck me.” You said it loud enough.

“I’m so glad you asked, my love.” He kissed your nose. 

Gripping your thighs, he lined his cock up with your soaked pussy. Slowly, he pressed in. As soon as he pushed past that first ring of resistance he was whining. Fuck, you felt so good. 

When he was fully inside, he sat there for a moment. Adoration shined in his eyes as he looked at you beneath him. Wow, you were perfection. There was no other way to explain it. How lovely you looked under him. Your cheeks painted red, chest heaving, body shaking with pleasure. His eyes trailed down to where you were connected. He let out a groan at the sight. His thick cock pressed deep in your drenched pussy. It felt like you were getting even wetter. 

Hector decided to move. Slowly pulling out almost all the way, he paused. Suddenly, he snapped all the way into you, forcing a choked out moan. Your head was thrown back at the surprise shock of pleasure. 

Hands gripping your hips, Hector began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. Each push had you crying out. Tears of overstimulation pricked at your eyes. Hector almost came at the sight of the tear sliding down your cheek. 

“My darling, oh… How do you feel?” He said in a husky voice, not stopping his movements. 

“S-so good, so, so, so, ooooohhh.” You clenched your eyes shut as the head of his cock hit that perfect spot. 

“Mmm, does that feel good my love?” He continued to focus his movements on the spot, his only goal was to make you cum on his cock. He needed to feel you. If he could, he would make you do it multiple times. 

At this point, you could barely speak. Only nodding at his words as his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot. 

Deciding to add to your pleasure, Hector trailed his fingers down your body. Stopping right at your clit, he pressed against the sensitive nub. The action had you crying out, your pussy slightly tightening around him. 

“Mmph, my dearest…” He crooned. “Look at you.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, tongue tangling with yours. 

When he pulled back, he couldn’t stop looking at you. Each shock of pleasure on your clit and sweet spot had you moaning and shivering. 

“You deserve this, my love.” He circled your clit. “Deserve so much pleasure. Let me take care of you.” 

Another well placed thrust had you shattering. Your pussy clenched around his length tightly. He moaned at the feeling, but wouldn’t allow himself to finish. Not yet. 

Hector continued to pump in and out of you as you came down from your high. Groaning, he felt your pussy flutter around his cock. Feeling like this, he didn’t know how much longer he would last, but he must persist. 

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, pressing himself deeper inside. More tears flowed down your cheeks. Fuck, it was too much, yet oh so good. You didn’t want it to stop. 

“Darling, do you think you could give me one more. Just one, that’s all I ask.” He begged against your lips before kissing you sloppily. 

Again, all you could do was nod. Accepting everything the man was willing to give you. 

Hector focused on grinding into your sweet spot. Every thrust had you crying out, pleasure built up in your core. His fingers remained steady on your clit, circling it over and over again. Your plush walls were tightening around him, signaling you were close once more. 

“That’s it, my love. Let go, let me take care of you.” He purred. 

It was becoming difficult for him to hold back. With you tightening around him, the sounds you were making, the fucked out look on your face, he could cum at any moment. 

Sliding against your sweet spot, with a press to your clit had you cumming on his cock. The feeling of you clenching around him had Hector reaching his own peak. As he thrusted into you, he released warm ropes of cum. The feeling of him filling you was so satisfying, you hummed in content. 

As both of you came down, Hector kissed all over your body. Leaving featherlight traces of his lips on your skin. It made you shiver at the intensity. Reaching for Hector’s hair, you carded your hand through his dark locks. Lightly, you pulled his head up to your face. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you moaned. Hector groaned as you tangled tongues. 

Pulling away, Hector looked down at you. It was a sight he was going to remember for forever. Eyes glazed over, you looked like you were in pure bliss. Cunt stuffed full of himself and his spend. Fuck, you are so sexy. 

When Hector pulled out, you both whined at the loss. As you were boneless, he took over. Wiping you off softly with a washcloth, then helping you to the bathroom. When you returned to the bedroom you slid under the covers of your bed. Hector pulled you tightly against him, as if he was afraid you were going to move away from him. To dissuade any worry, you nuzzled into him. Planting soft kisses up his chest and neck. 

“Thank you.” You breathed out when you felt you could speak again. 

“There is no need to thank me, my love.” He lifted your hand, planting a soft kiss on the top. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

“I do need to thank you.” You looked at him with adoration. “You took care of me.” 

“My darling,” he gave you a soft smile, “you did that all on your own.” 

“I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t ask for it.” 

“The only thing I did was give you a push.” 

“An incentive.” You nudged him teasingly. 

“Yes, an incentive.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

It was wonderful having him physically with you. You wouldn’t give it up for the world.