[Daan finally gets his prize to see what's underneath as the clothing pulls away - and his initial guess is correct. This is like the ruins of a battlefield - there's numerous scars over Vergilius's chest, crisscrossing in a flurry of chaotic marks. Some small, some quite large. He's marred like nothing else, not unlike a whale that bears its blows from a history of doomed hunts.]
[Vergilius moves his hands back to himself if only to pull off his coat, then the unbuttoned shirt. He's more than happy to return the help from before - veined hands pluck, and then get a little impatient, pulling buttons through their holes to achieve the skin underneath.]
[He doesn't even hesitate when he sees it exposed. He dives forward, kissing over sternum, then chest, dots of them forming a line as he moves lower and lower with occasional noises from his throat. Like he wants to indulge in this, one kiss at a time.]
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[Vergilius moves his hands back to himself if only to pull off his coat, then the unbuttoned shirt. He's more than happy to return the help from before - veined hands pluck, and then get a little impatient, pulling buttons through their holes to achieve the skin underneath.]
[He doesn't even hesitate when he sees it exposed. He dives forward, kissing over sternum, then chest, dots of them forming a line as he moves lower and lower with occasional noises from his throat. Like he wants to indulge in this, one kiss at a time.]