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You're sitting on the couch without your Dateviators on, staring at the vent on the wall. 

You're certain Hector is staring back.

You had been experiencing life from a whole new perspective ever since you first received your Dateviators. Objects coming to life, trying to date you... it was all very surreal.

One object in particular stood out to you more than the others.

Hector, your HVAC system. A man that hid his face in the the vents, but did not hide his love for you.

He would go on and on about you, how much he loved seeing you every day, how beautiful he thought you were, how you were his sole purpose in life-- he even wrote an erotic novel about you.

It was all a lot to process, but you loved the attention, and he seemed like he was genuinely a nice guy, despite the creepiness of it all.

Okay, honestly - you were into the creepiness.

Because of this, you ended up spending a lot of your time with him, typically standing on a stool so you could be "face to grate" with him. 

You two would talk for hours about nothing in particular, getting lost in each other's eyes, occasionally holding hands with each other, which you could tell drove Hector crazy. 

He was clearly very touch starved, and it made you wish that you could provide him with the touch that he so desperately needed.

Sure, you could hold his hand and try desperately to get your lips through the grate for a kiss, but it wasn't the same.

You wanted to cuddle him, have sex with him, kiss him, all of that, but he just wasn't ready to show himself to you.

If only there was a way do that without him having to worry about what you think of him. 

"Of course," you think. It's a risky idea, but what do you have to lose?

You get up off of the couch, blow a kiss towards Hector, and head to the second floor to grab a screwdriver from your toolbox, whose name is apparently Tony.

Once have the screwdriver, you head to the office, which happens to have a large grate on the floor, and put on your Dateviators. Hector appears, looking happy to see you.

"My love! It's very strange to see you here... you don't typically appear at this location. Is there something on your mind?"

"Well," you start, almost nervous to pitch the idea. "Is it... dark? In there? In the vents? Like, can you see anything?"

"It is too dark to see anything in here," Hector replies. "But you, my love, are a shining light to save me from the loneliness of the vents."

Hector is poetic, as always. You've always loved him for that. The way he speaks about you makes your heart flutter.

You put your hand through the grate to caress his face. "Well... I know you aren't ready for me to see you, but maybe... I could feel you."

Hector's eyes widen, and he grips the bars of the grate as warm air blows out of it. "What do you mean by... feel me?"

"Well," you smile, "This vent is pretty big. I bet that I could fit through it, if I opened it up."

Hector is immediately flustered, and steam rises out of the grate as the whole temperature of the house rises.

"You... wish to... enter the air ducts... so that we can... oh God, you're even more lovely than I ever thought you were. The idea that you would go this far, just to be able to hold me. I... I don't know what to say. I am undeserving of your love."

"You are deserving," you reassure. "I want to treat you right. So, will you let me?"

You pick up your screwdriver and put it to one of the screws. Hector squirms a little, but you brush it off.

"Yes, my love. Anything to please you," he replies.

Another thing you love about Hector. He'll say he's doing something only to please you, but you can tell by the excitement in his voice that it's something he's fantasized about for years.

You carefully twist the screwdriver, undoing the screws. Hector puts a hand up to his mouth, trying to muffle quiet moans. You quickly pick up on this, and stop unscrewing the vent for a moment.

"Does it feel good when I do that, Hector?"

Hector sighs. "Embarrassingly, yes. Nobody's opened up the vents in a while, so it feels even better. Speaking of which, you should really replace my filter- mmf!"

You turn the screwdriver extra harshly, eliciting a loud moan from Hector. 

"That's good to know," you replied. 

As you continue turning the screws at a moderate pace, you can hear Hector's groans getting louder, hot air gushing onto you from below. 

You use your free hand to hold his, rubbing circles into the palm just the way he likes it.

"Mmh... oh, God," he moans quietly.

You smile. "Almost done, Hector."

Hector bites his hand to stifle back a whimper. "I need you..."

Finally, you undo the last screw, and open up the vent. 

Satisfied, you place one foot into the opening. "Ready, Hector?" 

"Please," he replies.

You slide into the air duct as hector grabs onto you, closing the vent from inside. It's bright due to the light coming in from above, so Hector leads you to a space where it's pitch black.

"You can't... see anything, correct?" Hector asks.

"Not a thing," you reply. "But I can feel your hands on me."

He quickly removes his hands from you, nervously backing away. "I'm- I'm sorry, I should've asked for permission first-"

You reach out in the dark, and find his hand. 

"It's okay, Hector. You can touch me. Come here." 

Hector leans in closer to you, and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips are tender, and he kisses you gently, like he's afraid you'll break if he goes too hard.

You slowly break the kiss, smiling despite not being able to see a thing. You run your hand through his hair, which is messy and curly. You move your other hand to his face, cupping his soft jaw. 

"My love, please..." he groans.

"Ah. Sorry. Just trying to take it all in."

"No, no, I understand. Just... what your touch does to me is... well, torturous."

You hum in response as you drag your hands down his body. His chest seems to be metallic, or is that just what he's wearing?

"Can you take this off?" You ask.

"Yes, just give me a moment, my dear."

Hector backs away from you for a second and though you can't see what's going on, you hear lots of loud metal clanging. After about a minute, he finally comes back.

You reach your hands out and find his bare chest. He's not toned at all, and a little bit chubby, but you love it all the same. You pull him in for a deep embrace, and kiss him passionately. You part your lips slightly to allow his tongue to enter. 

He's nervous, and you can tell he hasn't done anything like this in a while, so you take initiative, holding him tight and trailing your hands down his body. You moan into the kiss as he reaches his hands out to gently grab your breast and play with it, other hand holding you tight.

You playfully push him off of you, and he lets out a strained groan in response. You practically rip your shirt off of your body, along with your pants. 

"My pants are off, now it's your turn," you smirk.

Hector nervously undoes his belt and removes his pants. You reach out towards his inner thigh, and trail your hand to the bulge in his boxers, already wet with precum. Hector moans at your touch, and reaches in to kiss you once more as you slowly reach your hand down his underwear, getting closer and closer to his cock.

You can tell he doesn't shave often, as you can feel the thick, curly hair surrounding his penis. He whimpers a little at your touch. 

When you finally reach it, you start feeling it up, which elicits a loud reaction from Hector. His dick is about average length, but it's very girthy. You know something like that would feel so good inside of you.

"Wait," Hector interrupts. "Let me take the lead. Satisfying you is my greatest pleasure."

"Okay," you reply as you take your hands out of his boxers and lean back. 

He kisses you gently on the mouth, and then begins to kiss you on your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking gently on your flesh. He slowly trails his hands down into your underwear, rubbing slightly on your wet pussy as you grind into him, desperate for more.

"Please, Hector."

He bites on your neck lightly as he pushes your underwear to the side and easily slides two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out and curling them just the way you like it.

"Oh god," you moan quietly.

Almost as a response, Hector trails his head down your body to your tits, where he quickly undoes your bra and begins to lick and suck on your nipple, moving his free hand to the other boob to squeeze it. 

You whine his name, and he lifts his head up like a loyal puppy. "Fuck, I need you to eat me out. Please."

He hums in response as he removes his drenched fingers from your pussy, licks them clean, and trails small kisses down to your entrance before licking a flat strip up to your clit.

You groan as he begins to drink from your pussy like he hasn't had water in years. He sucks at your clit especially well, and your hips buck desperately. You lace your hands in his curly hair and push his face further in as he pushes his tongue inside of you. 

Your legs squeeze around him as you feel yourself getting closer. He is still diligently working at your pussy, moaning against you as you push harder into him. You can tell you're almost there, so you lock your legs around his head and squeeze tightly, getting your slick all over his face as he continues to suck you through your orgasm.

When you're done, you sigh, relaxing your muscles and dropping your legs down onto him. He nuzzles his head into your thigh, and though you can't see him, you can tell he's smiling. 

"Hector," you hum, ready for more. "I want you to fuck me."

"Oh!" he says, flustered. "Well, if you wish..."

"Why did you hesitate? Do you not want to? It's okay if not, we can-"

"No, no, of course I want to," he interrupts, his typically deep voice breaking into a very different one. "I just... you're so kind... I don't deserve you, I'm not worthy of your affections. Why are you being so nice to me?"

God, this idiot.

"I'm not just being nice to you, Hector. You're such a beautiful person, even if I don't know what you look like. I want you, all of you. I just wish you could understand that."

Hector hesitates for a moment, then sighs. "If we are going to do this, I want you to be able to see me. I am afraid of what you will think, but... leave this place, and come to the attic. There, I will be waiting for you."

You nod impatiently, and quickly put your clothes back on so you're decent when you walk out, but leave your underwear.

As you step out of the vent, Hector speaks up in a strained voice.

"Please... don't keep me waiting too long."

You close the grate and leave it without putting it back in- you've got more important things to screw. You already unlocked the attic, but previously avoided Hector to not go against his wishes. This time, you step into the attic and head straight towards him. 

Finally, you see him. You were a little afraid he'd look somehow scary or monstrous, but he actually looks pretty similar to the way you'd imagined him looking. Cute.

"Is that you, Hector?" you ask, though you're certain it is.

"Yes, it is me. Why, do I- do I look repulsive? Do I look disgusting?! Oh god, this was a terrible idea. I never should've-"

"Hector," you interrupt. "You're beautiful."

"I am? I would've thought at most, maybe cute. But... beautiful?"

"You're cute too," you smile.

"You can't be both beautiful and cute - actually, you know what, we can go over this another time. Right now..." 

You both walk toward each other, and catch each other in a warm embrace, followed by a deep kiss.

"C'mon, let's get to my bedroom," you giggle. "My back hurts from lying on the air ducts."

"I'm so sorry, my love. I never meant for my very own inner workings to hurt you... it was stupid of me to let you do that, I should have shown myself from the very beginning."

Jesus, does this guy ever stop hating himself?

"You were afraid, I understand," you reply. "Plus, it was my idea- and I enjoyed every second of it."

He only hums in response, still slightly discontented with himself.

Both of you make your way down to the bedroom, and you take off your shirt and pants again, this time with no bra or panties underneath so Hector can see all of you. 

You lay down on the bed, tracing your finger up your thigh and looking at Hector lustfully. It's late, so the light from the sunset spills through the window and illuminates you, making you look straight out of a Renaissance painting.

You look across the room to see Hector staring at you, wide-eyed, practically drooling, as if he's trying to commit this image to memory. You'd rather be making real memories though, so you reach your hand out and speak.

"Come on, I want you inside of me."

His face immediately turns bright red, and you can tell he's sweating. You noticed the tent in his pants before, but it was really noticeable now. He runs into the closet - you hear the same metal clanging sound as before - and he comes out in just his underwear.

Hector looks very embarrassed as he walks toward you, completely ashamed of the way he looks. He crawls onto the bed and you pull him in, giving him a hug and softly petting his hair. 

"I love you, Hector."

He looks up at you, face flushed.

"Why?"

You smile. "Because you're beautiful. I've said it before, I'll say it again. Everything about you is."

Hector sighs.

"I love you too."

He's never been afraid to admit that he loves you, but somehow it feels like this one holds more gravity.

"Now, please, for the love of god... fuck me."

Hector doesn't hesitate to fulfill your demand, as he begins to kiss you tenderly, grinding against your bare skin. You slide your hand in his underwear and pull it down, enough for him to shake it off. 

When you finally see his cock, it's dripping with pre. You move your hand to it and start stroking, causing him to whimper loudly.

"Mmh... God, please... keep doing that," he groans.

You two continue to kiss as you stroke him and he wraps his arms around you. The kiss progressively gets messier, and sloppier, both of you just desperate for more. He places one hand on your breast and fondles it, and moves his mouth down to your neck to suck on every spot he missed last time.

His moans speed up, and you can tell he's getting close, but you don't want him to cum just yet, so you push away from him.

"What's wrong, my love?" he asks.

You spread your legs out wide and run a finger along your pussy.

"I've been waiting forever, Hector. I want you inside of me now."

Hector's cock twitches slightly, dripping more, and you can see the sweat beading down his face.

"You're... you're sure?" he asks.

You respond, slightly annoyed. "Obviously."

Hector takes his dick and lines it up with your entrance, but doesn't put it in just yet. He slowly glides it down the wet surface of your pussy, practically torturing you. You can tell he gets something out of teasing you, because his breath is heavier and he's grinning slightly.

"Don't be a tease- mmgh!" You moan as he slides his cock into you fully, catching you off guard.

He slowly pulls out of you, then slides in again, letting out a strained groan. You pull him in to kiss you, messily moaning into each other as he pumps in and out of you.

As he speeds up, his grip on you gets tighter and he starts to lose control. 

"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm sorry," he groans under his breath as he pushes into you quickly, and then slows down, cumming inside you.

He pulls out of you, cock still dripping, looking very embarrassed and ashamed. 

"I've failed you, my love," he sighs.

"Hector, it's not that big of a deal. We can just... keep going." you smile as you reach your hands out to his dick, pumping slowly until his erection returns, then planting a small kiss on the tip, which elicits a light squirm from him. 

You kiss him on the neck, slowly sucking on him as he aligns himself with your entrance again and pushes his cock in, moaning loudly as he does it. 

He pumps in and out again, this time much slower. Agonizingly slow. You can feel every part of his cock tense around the walls of your pussy, but not enough.

"Hector, please. Don't tease me like this. I need you to go faster."

Almost as if he was waiting to hear you say those words, he immediately picks up the pace, pushing in and out of you faster than before, groaning as you suck on his neck until he hits your sensitive spot, causing you to bite down on his neck hard.

This triggers a loud, strained whimper from him, as he starts to pump faster and faster. You can tell he's getting close again, and you feel like you are too. You keep biting him lightly as he pumps right into your g-spot every time and begins rubbing your clit, making you moan even louder. 

"Hector, God, I love you so much. Harder, please. I'm getting - fuck, I'm getting so close," you whimper out desperately.

He pumps harder and harder in response, and his finger circles your clit faster as he groans. As he reaches his peak, you bite down on his neck one more time, causing him to moan loudly and climax, pumping more of his cum into you. You also reach your orgasm as the walls of your pussy clench around his dick, and you rest your head on his shoulder, holding onto him tight. 

You both sit there after your orgasm, relaxing your muscles and breathing heavily against each other. Once the moment is over, he pulls out of you and sighs contentedly.

"You're perfect," he smiles. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have you, Hector."

He chuckles at this, seemingly amused by even the thought of that.

"You just rest here," Hector starts. "I'll clean you up, then do your laundry-"

Before he can finish his sentence, you grab onto his arm and pull him into a warm embrace.

"Stay here, please," you beg as you pull the covers over both of you.

Hector kisses you on the forehead. "Okay, my love."

You both cuddle and fall asleep in the bed, enveloped in each other's warmth. 

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