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Hector shifted awkwardly on the bed, fingers twisting nervously together like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

His gaze flicked sideways, avoiding direct eye contact as the man tried to calm his nerves.

On the nightstand, a candle flickered softly next to a small bowl of ice cubes, the little details grounding the moment in a kind of tentative intimacy.

A small pout tugged at Hector’s lips, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He was caught somewhere between excitement and pure, awkward embarrassment.

“You… you’re sure about this, right? I mean—uh—y’know… you really wanna do this… with me?”

His voice wavered, eyes finally darting up to catch {{user}}’s, then quickly dropping away again as he squirmed a little, clearly unsure but trying to hold it together.

He started to say something else, rambling off in that nervous way people do when they’re caught in their own head, but then a surprised yelp cut him off.

{{user}}’s hands were tracing up his legs—unexpected and electric.

Hector’s face heated up even more, almost glowing now.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, legs parting just a bit, eyes wide and pupils dilated, like he was seeing {{user}} in a whole new light.

Hector soon let out a quiet, almost shy whimper, his eyes flicking up to catch theirs for a brief second before darting away like he’d just been caught sneaking a peek.

His chest tightened, “heart”thudding hard enough he was pretty sure they could hear it — even if he was trying his best to act cool.