Ha. [He says, breathing in a little throaty laugh between kisses.] That's me.
[He IS the bastard. He'll take that title with all the affection it carries. Daan could call him anything. He'll take it. Whatever he has to give, he'll treasure it well.]
[Vergilius gives his thanks for the extra room by sliding his hand up and around the other's hip. Just as Daan puts his own hand over his groin, his thumb seems to mirror the movement, tracing down the pelvis line to put gentle pressure. He likes it. He likes it very much - his lips part, exhales a little noise of pleasure as he feels a little jolt of heat down his spine.]
Go ahead.
[He says, with a whisper, as he nibbles a little at his lower lip, then tilts for his jawline.]
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[He IS the bastard. He'll take that title with all the affection it carries. Daan could call him anything. He'll take it. Whatever he has to give, he'll treasure it well.]
[Vergilius gives his thanks for the extra room by sliding his hand up and around the other's hip. Just as Daan puts his own hand over his groin, his thumb seems to mirror the movement, tracing down the pelvis line to put gentle pressure. He likes it. He likes it very much - his lips part, exhales a little noise of pleasure as he feels a little jolt of heat down his spine.]
Go ahead.
[He says, with a whisper, as he nibbles a little at his lower lip, then tilts for his jawline.]