[Whatever dam was holding Vergilius back seems to have cracked enough to let him through, to allow him to finally take hold of something he wants and start to claim it. Daan manages to keep up with the first few kisses before Vergilius moves on, and he catches his breath. He tips his head back, pulling his necktie free and disposing of it to the floor so his throat is available if the other man wants.
For his part, Daan is also kicking off his shoes, taking more initiative for himself as he goes to just settle into the other man's lap. His knees press more onto the bed to put most of the weight there; not that he thinks Vergilius couldn't handle his weight, Daan doesn't weigh more than a couple of grapes much to begin with, but it's out of habit, old muscle memory.]
There you go.
[He slides a hand to the back of Vergilius' head, coaxing him to take whatever his heart or body desires.]
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For his part, Daan is also kicking off his shoes, taking more initiative for himself as he goes to just settle into the other man's lap. His knees press more onto the bed to put most of the weight there; not that he thinks Vergilius couldn't handle his weight, Daan doesn't weigh
more than a couple of grapesmuch to begin with, but it's out of habit, old muscle memory.]There you go.
[He slides a hand to the back of Vergilius' head, coaxing him to take whatever his heart or body desires.]