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“You are like breathing freedom.”
Hector always knew how to make your cheeks feel warmer and your chest flutter with his words alone. It was the first thing about him that you fell in love with, his devotion shown through only his words that pour from the abundance of his heart. It’s easy to love someone who can blind you with their looks or leave lingering touches that remind you of them when they are gone. But Hector’s heart is so strong that his voice alone swept you off your feet. Granted, he has a very sexy voice that just drips in desire and leaves you leaning in to hear more.
Opening his heart and being allowed to see Hector’s face was just the icing on top truly. He worried, and still does in quiet moments, that his looks aren’t enough for you. But honestly, he couldn’t be more your type. That mess of dark curly hair is adorably soft and charming. His big brown eyes look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky. His body is soft, but with a solid layer of muscle underneath, and deliciously covered in soft brown hair along his chest leading a trail lower. You saved your favorite part for last though.
Hector’s hands could be classified as an illegal weapon in your opinion. Absolutely criminal the way they can move so confidently when the rest of him is a nervous mess. Strong, tanned, and perfectly long fingers can massage the knots from your neck one hour and the next pull orgasms from you like it was as easy as breathing. You catch yourself daydreaming about those hands in the most inappropriate moments. Which leads you to where you are now.
Ben-Hwa lounges across Betty while you sit near her corner, feeling simultaneously overwhelmed and understood. You have just spent nearly the last hour whining about those damned hands and Betty looks sympathetic while Ben-Hwa smiles knowingly.
“He is fantastic, I promise I’m not complaining!” You rush out as you don’t want to sound unappreciative of the love Hector shows you.
“Oh cutie, we know you’re not complaining. There’s no worries there.” Betty says sweetly with a soft smile.
“Yeah, we can hear how much you don’t complain when you head up to the attic past midnight and you think everyone is asleep.” Ben-Hwa teases with a playful roll of their eyes. Your cheeks flush despite the subject matter being long turned intimate. You know now with a household full of sentient beings that they can hear and have heard you for a long time, it still doesn’t make you less shy about it.
You take a glance at the air vent that is located across from your bed, you know Hector has a habit of watching you even when you aren’t currently speaking to him, but luckily he promised to make himself busy as you needed “alone” time. Sure, he could still be listening and watching, but Hector has never given a reason to betray your trust. Sighing, you turn back to the others and look down at your hands in your lap.
“I just feel like he’s so confident when we speak through the vents, but when it’s time to go to the attic and put those words into action, he just…” You pause to consider your words.
“There’s no way Hector is all bark and no bite, you would be one hell of an actress and you know better than the lie in the bedroom” Ben-Hwa lightly scolds.
“No, no! He does everything he teases about, and it’s perfect for me every time! I just wish that maybe…” Taking your bottom lip under your teeth, you pause again. God, you didn’t expect this to be so hard to get out.
“Do you want more?” Betty asks patiently, leaning her head down to try and meet your eyes pointing at the floor.
You nod your head quietly before speaking. “He really is the best, I mean it. He is so gentle and kind, he always makes sure I cum at least three times before he even does. He praises so nicely and the compliments he gives make me dizzy. It feels like all those warm and fuzzy feelings never stop with him.” You look up to meet Ben-Hwa’s eyes.
“But goddammit I want him to fuck the shit out of me.”
Ben-Hwa groans like they let out a breath they have been holding, flopping back against Betty’s shoulder as if they were exhausted.
“There you go! See, was that so hard?” Ben-Hwa looks at you with an excited smirk.
“It just feels wrong to want that! Hector is always so gentle and loving with me, the way he speaks to me feels like he lives and breathes for me only. When we are alone all of that makes him hold me like I am something to worship, like I am delicate. How do I even know he would want to be rough with me?” You practically whine at the two.
“Sweetie, you just have to talk to him the way you always have,” Betty says, like it is the easiest thing in the world. She gets up from her spot and stretches happily like she is done with the conversation.
“Who knows, maybe Hector is just waiting for the ‘OK’ from you to just really let loose.” Ben-Hwa’s grin makes you feel like prey being teased by a predator.
You glance at the air vent one more time. Is Hector waiting for permission or does he just not have a dominant bone in his body?