This guy won't get cleaned for anything at most you'll get is him washing his hands vaguely if you ask, but he's all natural otherwise.

He's probably really into using a unwashed sex toy on you after using it on you the other day or something. It's like you (or maybe himself) are reliving the last time and making it dirtier. A two for one.

Yet in general he has no problem using unsanitary items on you. If he has anything vaguely penis/fleshlight shape in that bag that's now a toy.

But despite how disgusting I'm making him (and is) the sex "toys" he uses specifically on you, himself he doesn't care, he make sure to actually clean those at least after. You know some courtesy.

100% Has a scent kink. The muskier it is the better. Haven't showered for a bit, and he's on you like a hound dog. Leave some dirty underwear out? Yeah that's his now hope you don't mind not that he cares.

Orgasm denial, and edging is his favorite thing to do. Especially if you somehow annoyed him that day, but he'll do it whenever he feels like. He'll make sessions go on for a hour just by edging you alone "Ah ah. Who told you we're done yet?"

However for him he gets to cum inside as many times as he pleases. Trying to fill you to the brim (Hah cum dumpster)

He specially loves doing that when you have your underwear around your keens so he can easily slip them up, and see them get absolutely ruined as it drips down your legs. Favorite site in the world

When/if you first bring up him bottoming he'll act very indifferent about it, but he's very into the idea of despite not showing it

He definitely gives me bratty energy if he's very pent up, and wants to be fucked. Acting out to get your attention.

He's so whiny. Cannot take the energy that he gives. Edge him once, and he cursing under his breath at you while desperately trying to get friction

Very into bdsm stuff in general. Bondage of all kinds, and sensory stuff like blindfolds mostly. Especially if you're squeamish he'll blindfold you, and purposely touch you with something gross feeling and then act like he didn't do anything.

He's just always down to fuck. Even if he wasn't 5 seconds ago now he is since you want to.

Don't ask me why, but I feel like he would really like weird dildos. Bad dragon kind of stuff.

Cam:

“Beautiful gorgeous pookie I have a surprise for you.”

“Remind me why I tolerate you.” Cam grumbled, obviously not very happy about the nicknames you liked to use to rile him up.

But, what fun would it be if you passed up the opportunity to occasionally piss him off? Not anything major, like insulting him or the garbage, but light stuff, like calling him ridiculous pet names and sticking close to him all the time.

“Because you love me.”

“Debatable.”

“Yeah, exactly, and you can say yes.”

That earned a huge sigh of annoyance from him, and and he ran a hand through his messy hair shifting the paper ‘hat’ on his head as he stared at you through squinted eyes.

“What’s the surprise, chuckles?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest and arching an eyebrow.

You didn’t answer verbally, you just whipped out the mini plush of him from behind your back, a triumphant grin on your face.

“Ta da!!!”

Silence.

Dead silence.

“…so…you’re throwing this out? Good, cause it’s ugly.”

“Caaaamerooonnnn..” you whined, tilting your head back at his instant rejection

“Ew, no. Don’t call me that.”

“Lady Memoria calls you it all the time!” You protested, throwing up your arms. That caused Cam to pause, scratching his shoulder with a shrug.

“…S’too stuffy for us.”

“Us?” You repeated, smirking. Cam groaned.

“Not like that, spicy.”

“Like you and mini Cam??”

You held the plush up again, shaking it slightly as if trying to entice him to take it. Cam just stared at you, but you could see a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“..y’know, at least you’re entertaining.”

“Someone in this relationship has to be.”

“Ouch.” He snorts, before finally taking the plush from you with a long sigh. “Fine, fine, I’ll take it. Thanks.”

“Don’t you love him?”

“No.”

You shrugged. “Eh, you must like him a little, because you’re agreeing to keep him.”

“I literally keep all the stuff you give me. Kinda my whole thing.”

“And you love every single thing I give you, riiight?”

“…” Cam rolled his eyes and turned away from you, a clear sign you’d won. Score. “Whatever.”

Eh, even though he didn’t say it, you could tell he probably liked it a little more than he let on. As you left the kitchen, you could swear out of the corner of your eye you saw him carefully placing the plush on top of the garbage, stepping back to admire his work.

Hector:

“My love, you’ve retur— ah.”

Hector blinked from the vent, his head tilting (at least you think it was? You were going off his eyes shifting to a more vertical position) in curiosity as he looked at what you had held up to the vents. It was quite small, he couldn’t see it all too well—

“Oh! Is that- is that me?” Hector questioned, gasping in surprise.

“Yes!” You confirmed, smiling broadly as you held up the plush. “Oh- uh- actually I made two!!” You said sheepishly, fumbling in your pocket for the other one. You eventually managed to pull out the other plush, this one only a bit different from the other. Instead of the resemblance of Hector’s face, this one had a face made solely out of black threads with two eyes being the only kind of color on the face.

“…this was before I kinda knew what you looked like— but once I did, I knew I had to make another one! I mean, why would I give you a plush with no face if I already knew what you looked like? That seems dumb.”

You rambled on, but Hector only half-heard you. Of course, he loved listening to you! But he was in so much shock in the moment, he hardly even remembered you were speaking. He cut you off halfway through, his voice almost silent, hands gripping the grate of the vent almost too hard.

“You-…you did all of this for me?”

“Oh, it was no trouble—“

“Nonsense! Look at the dedication! The absolute care it must’ve taken to perfect every stitch, every little thread and seam..!” He gushed over the plushies like they were fine art.

You smiled bashfully “Aww, that’s so sweet, Hector. Oh- and I made them a little small so they can fit through the vents. Here!”

You motioned for Hector to take them, and hesitantly, he did.

“My god…my love, you are absolutely incredible.” He whispered.

“I can’t believe you’ve taken all this time to perfect something for someone like me—“

“Don’t say that, Hector, you’re great.”

He blinked.

“Well…if you think so, I suppose I’ll have to agree. Oh…”

He sighed, before holding up the mini-Hector with no face up to the bars, close enough for you to see.

Cam puts up a tough act but I know that man is a little bitch in the sheets. The second your cock (real or fake) pushes into him, he's whining like a puppy and arching his back. He'd be such a fucking mess when you pound him. His face buried in the pillows, his ass up in the air as you slam your hips into his over and over and over again. He's so dumb from your cock that all he can moan in your name and "pleasepleasepleaseplease" and maybe sir depending on how fucked out he is.