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Hector pressed his face against the grate above your closets. Seemingly entranced, watching your every twitch as you slept. He hated how disgusting he felt. He was obsessed in the worst way, tragically cataloguing every interaction you'd had in his notebook. Even indirectly.
But to him, you were the very definition of perfection. How could he not fall head over heels for you? Every groan, snore, or even moan on occasion had him glued to the vent, eyes brimming with adoration.
When you received the Dateviators, it was almost as if fate played a hand in your meeting. Hector was a big believer in that aspect. He was meant to care for you, nurture you, and see to your every whim. The others in the house just wanted to get into your pants, no, what Hector wanted was truly nothing more than to give you the pleasure and attention you so rightfully deserved. There was nothing and no one more important than you.
Oftentimes however, Hector was seething with jealousy. Why couldn't the others see that you were more than their silly problems? It was of course, admirable to him that you wanted to help fulfill the lives of others in the house, even realizing some of them when he thought they didn't deserve to be. To leave the house and not continue to care for you? That said more than enough to him. It all seemed so horribly manipulative, to have them use you just to become human and worse, leave.
Nonetheless, he loved you for how selfless, and kind you were. Even to him.
Although you startled him upon your meeting, Hector tried his best to give you the best of himself, as awkward as he was. He didn't have experience talking to someone like you before. Though you put on your kind persona, he couldn't help but notice a slight reluctance you held towards him.
“Could they have seen how... ugly I am through the grate?” he wondered. No, it wasn't that... Maybe you just didn't know it well enough yet that you were ultimately his. How could you have known you were the object of his undying devotion? The very reason he was alive?
Hector sighed quietly. He knew it was never meant to be, someone as vile as him could never deserve someone as precious as you. Opening his notebook for another evening, Hector scrawled away, studying closely. This was a nightly ritual for him, he knew your routine better than you had. Every night, 11 pm, like clockwork. Upstairs, pajamas, brushing your teeth, and bed.
Of course, there were times where you'd pleasure yourself to sleep better... Hector did his best to avert his gaze, but the sounds that came from your throat- made him deliriously high. He never allowed himself the ability to watch, that would truly be too far. Besides, he couldn't possibly award himself the privilege of witnessing your most intimate moments. He hated how intently he listened, often imagining himself being the reason you'd been so full of bliss. Where could he have gone? What could he have done? Hector truly had no choice but to wait until you were finished, and that was an arduous task. How he desired to see you, without the lining of the grates... Daring to think of even touching you seemed like an impossibility.
For a moment, you were tossing and turning, trying to find respite in the blistering summer heat. Hector gasped suddenly.
“Of course, how could I have been so stupid?” he thought. Hector frantically tried to change the temperature, but then, paused. He rose an eyebrow, pondering. Placing his fingers in between the grates, gripping and just waiting. With bated breath, he half wondered if you'd take your blanket off. He knew the pajamas you'd been wearing, clad in shorts and a tank top, he pervertedly hoped to see them.
Shocked with himself, he shook his head. “No,” he scolded, “I can't violate their wishes... I don't deserve to see them like this.”
But for some reason, Hector froze. Holding himself back, he just sat. Internally yelling at himself to turn away and give you the attention you'd deserved, the attention and care he'd given you this entire time. Nervously, he wrung his hands, indecisive.
As if on cue, you ripped your blanket off, revealing yourself to him. You shifted to lie on your side. Hector quickly turned away, breathing heavily, struggling with himself about what to do. He knew it was wrong to objectify you, especially without your knowledge. Then again, he'd been extremely attentive to your every need. Even before the Dateviators, he'd tended to your needs dutifully. Surely, that must've counted for something. But, he couldn't bring himself to do this to you. It tortured him to know you were overheating and he had the power to end it. Let alone take pleasure in your beauty after being so disrespectful.
A long, breathy moan escaped your lips. Hector whipped around, eyes wide with desire. From the angle you'd been sleeping, your underwear had just barely been visible from where your shorts had ridden up.
“O-Oh my god... ” he whispered, craning his neck to try and see more. “A peek.... Just a peek.” he thought. He hated how he couldn't help himself, disgusted with how perverted he was.
Still, Hector watched. Mesmerised and unable to look away.
Your legs rubbed together, frustrated almost.
“Are they... Having a dream?” Hector thought to himself. This was one of those occasions. Before he could get another thought out, you heaved another tantalizing moan. It was music to his ears. Hector felt a twitch in his pants, his cock strained against them. Hector groaned, embarrassed that this was all it took for him to get hot and bothered. He looked on, hungrily.
You whined, flipping onto your back. Hector nearly lost it when your tank top rode up, exposing your stomach. He longed to run his fingers over your skin, delicately show you why he was the one for you. He yearned to give you intense pleasure, anything you'd ask for and it'd be yours.
Hector could no longer resist, just a peek wasn't enough anymore. He needed to see you lose control. “Maybe.... Maybe I can help you.... ” he breathed. He wasn't violating you, he was returning the favor, in a way. Giving you cold air, but also helping with your sensitive dreaming issue. It would be uncomfortable not to feel... Satisfied, he knew that if he didn't help you may not finish.
He blew a small cloud of air towards you, caressing each alluring part of you. Your body responded accordingly. Your back arched. A heavy breath left your mouth.
This only seemed to encourage Hector, slipping a hand down into his pants, stroking slowly. He groaned deeply, fire burning at the pit of his stomach. Tufts of hair falling in front of his face, sweat collecting on his brows.
“Yes my love, you're doing so well,“ he began, “just let go...” another waft of air came from the vent, pooling around your breasts, hardening them. You quietly hummed in response. Hector longed to feel them, put them into his mouth and massage your nipples with his tongue. The thought of that made him nearly explode.
The air traveled down to your underwear, blowing the billowing folds of your shorts, making you quiver and groan. Your breath hitched, even while asleep you seemed focused on the end of this charade.
Hector's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. As ashamed as he was, he was enjoying watching you bend to his touch, his doing. He knew you'd never sleep with him, or even stand to look at him. He was never meant to touch you, so maybe this was as close as he could get. Hector grew breathless, stroking himself faster as he continued to toy with you.
A soft whimper came tumbling from your lips, it was as if the air had slid through your underwear, slowly massaging your inner folds. This drew a breathy moan from you.
Hector had never done this before, or even knew he had the ability to. He knew deep down it was wrong, but he couldn't stand to see you suffer with no release in sight. He thumbed over his cock, already leaking significantly. Hector's hand flew over his mouth, stopping himself from moaning too loud.
A blast of cold air hit the bedroom, making you almost writhe in response.
Hector imagined himself on top of you, slipping his fingers into you, and fingering you slowly. The air seemed to oblige this thought, as if it were manifested into reality. You felt an airless weight hover over you. He was surprised at how much air he was able to blow out and onto you when he was able to focus, making a mental note to himself.
You squirmed in response, breathing heavily as your eyes tightened.
Hector ached, longing to slip inside of you. He pumped himself further, tears welling in his eyes. He was so pathetic, he couldn't stand to watch you like this... It seemed so dishonest to him. A muffled whimper whispered through his hand.
“Hector... ” you moaned.
Hector was paralyzed. Your eyes were closed... Surely you hadn't awoken... He was terrified, decidedly creating an apology in his head, nearly shaking.
Unless, you were dreaming about him.
No, that wasn't possible... You hadn't even seen him yet in the attic. How could you have possibly been dreaming about him? Hector knew he wasn't good enough for you, no matter how doting he'd been. He knew he could never measure up in your eyes.
Hector remembered how you responded to him when you first met, but it was true, you didn't know what you were to him. You didn't know that you were the reason he breathed, why he was alive at all. You seemed nice enough yes, but Hector knew deep down that you were hiding something from him. Apprehensive as you were, now you were practically spelling out your desires for him. Wet dreams were often random, he knew this to be true. Still, it maybe said something about even subconsciously wanting to be with him. That was enough for him to continue.
Hector blew waves of air, each delicately fondling your body, squeezing and prodding you. It was getting overstimulating, but your body ached for it. You bucked your hips against the nothingness of air, but in your dream state it was so real. You had never had a dream this intoxicating.
Hector was glued to you. If he had no restraint or respect for you, he'd come down and do the job himself.
You shifted to your side, squeezing your thighs together involuntarily. Breathing heavily.
As Hector stroked faster, it seemed like you were on the verge of orgasm as well, as if his pleasure had somehow become tied with your own.
Hector whimpered loudly into his hand, breathing heavily. He could barely contain himself at the thought of you having a wet dream about him. He promised himself that if he ever had the pleasure to be intimate with you the way the other dateables had, it would be unforgettable.
Suddenly, you squirmed, spasming as you rode everything out. Moaning loudly and stretching your toes. Hector shook wildly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Nearly screaming into his hand, his senses dulled.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, absentmindedly groaning happily in your sleep, finished with your dream yet still in slumber.
Hector slumped in the vent, fetching a rag from his pocket. He wiped his fingers gingerly and watched you still, grinning wickedly to himself. He was full of shame, yet full of a needy, painful desire now that he'd helped you fulfill his fantasy of him. He watched quietly, satisfied with himself, knowing this wasn't the end.