[It's sweet, the way Vergilius gives that kind of affection. Though honestly, he wishes he had more than a night to discover all that lurks with him, but... for now, he's keen to keep his word.
Daan places his other hand against the Fixer's shoulder, pressing him back against the bed. Not that he could effectively pin him down; Vergilius is much stronger than him, even when he only has a fraction of his usual power. Leaning down, he kisses a sharp cheekbone before nipping at an ear lobe.]
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Daan places his other hand against the Fixer's shoulder, pressing him back against the bed. Not that he could effectively pin him down; Vergilius is much stronger than him, even when he only has a fraction of his usual power. Leaning down, he kisses a sharp cheekbone before nipping at an ear lobe.]
Good like this?