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The freezing air of February blew through the house making each object shiver. The oh-so famous Human had yet to discover the glasses, most were far too busy finding warmth to beg for their attention.
Just like any warm-blooded creature, the Human’s body reacted negatively to the cold. Poor Hector was cranked to his maximum heat. The AC hated the winters, it meant he had to work overtime and was easily angered. He was ‘hot and bothered’ as Betty liked to joke.
The only two objects that weren’t sleeping were Mac and Hector.
It was maybe 2 am, Mac sat cross-legged on the desk as they hummed a random melody. The Human had forgotten to power them down before bed, leaving them alone and bored. Mac could hear Hector's grunts and groans, unable to get comfortable in this heat. They eyed the vent in the office, seeing the faint outline of Hector.
Hector enjoyed his privacy, anyone knew that, but with that he found it difficult to ask for help. Mac could very clearly sense Hector's presence, feeling the anxiety dripped off him.
“Hector?”
Mac called out, hearing a gasp come out of the vent.
“Do you need something? Or are you just wanting to watch me, ominously, in the dark? I’m fine with either.”
Hector stammered, sputtering over his words.
“I thought I was so sneaky!”
Mac laughed and shook their head. Hector groaned, they could feel him roll his eyes dramatically.
“Just… Come to the attic, Mac, please?”
Mac froze, sitting up straight. Was that… a whimper? And even then, only three people knew Hector's face! Hector must really need some help.
Without saying a word, Mac shuffled themselves onto their wheelchair and made their way to the attic.
Dorian leaned back, eyes closed, it was late after all. Mac politely coughed into their hand to get his attention. Dorian jumped before crossing his arms.
“What’d’ya want, Mac?”
He attempted to seem scary, but Mac knew he wouldn’t, and couldn’t, hurt anyone.
“Hector wants some help.”
Dorian raised an eyebrow, he turned his head to shout into the attic.
“Hector! Mac’s saying you invited them in, that true?”
Hector stammered.
“Yes! P-Please let them in!”
Dorian gently opened the door as he turned back to Mac.
“I’m not sure what’s happening but Hector's been very strange, hopefully you could help, but be careful. He managed to claw my face when I pushed too much.”
Mac’s eyes went wide, shocked Hector could be so aggressive, and nervously nodded. Making their way in, Dorian shut the door behind them.
For being winter, it was sticky and warm, a good contrast to the freezing office. The air smelt of sweat felt moist.
Hector crouched awkwardly in the corner with his back facing Mac, shifting from foot to foot.
“Uh, Hector? What’s wrong.”
Hector slowly turned around but still covered his face with his hands.
“Hey, man, it’s okay if you don’t want to show your face.”
“No! No… I want to, I’m just… embarrassed?”
Mac moved closer to Hector, who peaked through his fingers.
Mac reached and hand toward.
“I’m sure you’re gorgeous under there, but no need to rush. What’s wrong? Why have you been so pissy?”
Hector cringed.
“Yeah… I’m sorry, it’s just. You know how the Human turned it up so hot? And so commonly?”
“What about it?”
Hector clicked his tongue.
“Well… God this is so embarrassing to say, but. It’s like… I just… Gah!”
Hector quickly brought his hands away from his face, balling them up in fist near his sides.
“Betty’s right! I’m hot and bothered! I’m just so incredibly horny and it’s so incredibly frustrating!”
Mac looked shocked, eyes wandering downwards to his crouch tent. He looked painfully hard. Their eyes went back to his face, his desperate gaze.
“I’m getting so far ahead of myself. I just need your help, you’re so sweet but also so attractive!”
Hector closed his eyes in embarrassment, Mac bit their lip, giggling to themselves. Hector thought he was going to melt on the spot, just die!
He gasped when he felt Mac palm his cock.
“Top or bottom?”
Hector stammered, looking away.
“Whatever you're comfortable with…”
“I’m fine with either darling. Top or bottom?”
Mac squeezed harder, making a whimper leave Hector.
He hesitated.
“Bottom…”
Mac smiled.
“Good boy, sit in my lap and tell me what you want.”
Hector shivered at the name, face redder than ever.
“Won’t I hurt you?”
Mac’s hand left his cock, making Hector whimper from lack of content.
“Get in my lap.”
Mac’s assertive tone of voice made Hector limp at the knees.
He hesitated but sat in their lap, facing away from them, and adjusted for both their comfort.
“Tell me what you want, darling.”
Mac whispered into Hector's ear as they placed a kiss onto his jaw.
“Uhm… if you could just, jerk me off… that’ll be fine.”
Mac’s hands crept slowly closer to his pants.
“Do you like being called a good boy?”
Hector shivered.
“Y-Yeah.”
Mac kept their voice low, only loud enough for Hector's ears to hear, which made him shiver plenty.
“Anything else, darling?”
“Just don’t take off my shirt, please. Or hurt me.”
Mac unbuttoned Hector's pants.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Hector smiled nervously.
“My safe words Baltimore, just by the way.”
Mac smiled.
Squeezing his cock, Hector laid his head back with a moan, resting it on Mac’s shoulder. They teased the head as they placed sweet kisses into the dark skin.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this… hearing your beautiful voice just from the vents was never enough for me.”
Swiping their thumb across the leaking tip, Hector whimpered into the air. The other hand working to get his pants to his knees.
“Have you been hiding these from me?”
Mac squeezed Hector's thighs, enough to leave fingerprints into them.
“S-Sorry…”
He whispered as a gentle moan left him.
“Don’t be sorry, good boy, this just makes this all the more enjoyable. Seeing your perfect body for the first time… I don’t know why you hide up here. You’re stunning.”
Mac finally started to pump their hand, Hector whimpered quietly.
“Don’t think I haven’t heard your moans, little words of filth.”
Hector gasped.
“You heard m-me?”
He gently said, face flushed.
“Oh don’t worry, pretty boy, I love it. You’re such a pervert. Touching yourself when you think I don’t notice. It’s hot, it makes me feel sexy.”
Hector laughed slightly.
“Cause you are, you're very sexy.”
Mac kissed his throat, nibbling at his shoulder.
“Tell me everything you’ve done while looking at me, good boy.”
Hector groaned, feeling Mac press kissed into bite marks.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve made a mess of myself to you. You’re just, fuck, you’re so hot and you don’t even know it. Sometime I’d imagine you were riding me while I touch mysELFF~”
Mac picked on speed as they squeezed harder.
“Tell me more, don’t stop, pretty boy.”
“My hand has marks from all the time I’ve bit it while cumming to you. You make me so loud, I just FUCK!~”
Mac bit into the crook of Hector's neck, hard. Hector squirmed as Mac kissed and licked the bite. Mac took Hector's left hand, admiring the bite marks on it.
“Don’t worry now, darling, you can bite my neck whenever you cum from now on.”
Hector gasped, his eyes wide. A warmth pooled into his lower stomach, his moans growing louder.
“Fuck, fuck! Mac! I’m so close.”
Hector's nails scratched into Mac’s jeans.
“Do you want me to edge you?”
“No, no!”
“Don’t panic, you can cum.”
Hector's moans became louder, almost screaming Mac’s name.
“Pretty boy, pretty boy gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me? Come on, make a mess. It’s okay. Good boy, good boy.”
Mac let go of Hector's hand to squeeze his thighs, enough to leave marks.
Hector squirmed, refusing the stay still.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Mac kissed Hector's necks.
“Cum for me, Hector.”
“God, MAC!”
With a throaty shout, Hector threw his head back as he came. There wasn’t much, it wasn’t his first time cumming today, but it certainly felt like it.
Mac continued to thrust their hand as thick goop covered their hand. They gradually slowed their hand as Hector fell back from his high.
“Agh! Mac, I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure I got some on your pants!”
Mac grabbed the side of Hector's jaw and turned his face.
“Look at me, don’t look away.”
Mac whispered, not breaking eye contact as they licked Hector from their hands. Hector nervously laughed as he watched Mac lick their hand clean of warm cum.
“Hot…”
Hector whispered under his breath.
Mac kissed his neck.
“Do you need anything, pretty boy?”
“Just… stay, please?”
Mac hugged them gently.
“Of course.”
Hector turned around to face them.
“Could I be your boyfriend?”
Mac laughed loudly.
“Of course.”