[It feels like eternity since he last kissed someone. It was probably a meaningless thing at the time. A physical action to go through the motions. The body needed an outlet. His emotions were caged.]
[But here, with emotion beating wildly in his chest, a simple kiss feels like he's being held and immolated and torn apart and put back together again.]
[Warmth like this has always been his downfall.]
[Vergilius returns the kiss - the way he adds more pressure on his own end has an element of caution, like he can't trust himself. Like he's a bull in a china shop, and something is going to break eventually.]
[But he can't pull away, either.]
[His hand reaches up as he continues, resting against the side of the man's neck. If this be a moment, let it last for as long as it can, before he ruins it all.]
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[But here, with emotion beating wildly in his chest, a simple kiss feels like he's being held and immolated and torn apart and put back together again.]
[Warmth like this has always been his downfall.]
[Vergilius returns the kiss - the way he adds more pressure on his own end has an element of caution, like he can't trust himself. Like he's a bull in a china shop, and something is going to break eventually.]
[But he can't pull away, either.]
[His hand reaches up as he continues, resting against the side of the man's neck. If this be a moment, let it last for as long as it can, before he ruins it all.]