[ He'd come to the conclusion quite some time ago that he truly loves kissing his huntsman. There hadn't been many before him, nothing more than casual flings and drunken escapades, but even in his limited experience he knew that there would be no other for him. He desires no other, and to emphasize the point he lets out a low moan as their tongues dance, and a smile when the huntsman pulls away to trail kisses along towards his back.
It's a bit difficult to crane his neck enough to watch, but Hal tries his best, not wanting to miss a moment of the sight. Chills travel up his spine following each kiss from the huntsman, his own hands curling against the wall as if he could grip it. The kisses lower, and the red flush rises to his face, the huntsman now on his knees behind him. No one's ever been so fond of his backside so the sensations still take some getting used to, but he trusts the huntsman, and craves his touch. His legs inch apart just a little further, soft whimpers pleading both stop embarrassing me and oh God, don't ever stop as hands join lips and teeth in caresses, shivering in need when one reaches his most private place. ]
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It's a bit difficult to crane his neck enough to watch, but Hal tries his best, not wanting to miss a moment of the sight. Chills travel up his spine following each kiss from the huntsman, his own hands curling against the wall as if he could grip it. The kisses lower, and the red flush rises to his face, the huntsman now on his knees behind him. No one's ever been so fond of his backside so the sensations still take some getting used to, but he trusts the huntsman, and craves his touch. His legs inch apart just a little further, soft whimpers pleading both stop embarrassing me and oh God, don't ever stop as hands join lips and teeth in caresses, shivering in need when one reaches his most private place. ]