[A little noise as he feels the tongue tip trace over his lips. A cool sensation that can barely douse the warmth - paradoxically, it adds to it.]
[In its own bizarre way, what Daan does almost feels like permission. You can do more. Perhaps there's a devil on his shoulder saying something like that. And yet, the devil speaks with a tone he can't resist.]
[He opens his mouth a little more, his own tongue pressing against the other's, before sliding alongside it to briefly enter the other's mouth. Vergilius starts to feel a little lightheaded - not from lack of air, but from all of this. From Daan. Yes, he thinks. If it was anyone else, perhaps he wouldn't be feeling this way at all.]
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[A little noise as he feels the tongue tip trace over his lips. A cool sensation that can barely douse the warmth - paradoxically, it adds to it.]
[In its own bizarre way, what Daan does almost feels like permission. You can do more. Perhaps there's a devil on his shoulder saying something like that. And yet, the devil speaks with a tone he can't resist.]
[He opens his mouth a little more, his own tongue pressing against the other's, before sliding alongside it to briefly enter the other's mouth. Vergilius starts to feel a little lightheaded - not from lack of air, but from all of this. From Daan. Yes, he thinks. If it was anyone else, perhaps he wouldn't be feeling this way at all.]
[Doctor, doctor, what is the prescription, here?]