[Stealing these sounds from Vergilius -- of pleasure, laughter, and something close to joy -- makes him feel strangely happy more than anything else. Oh, there's the building sexual desire naturally; Vergilius is a tall, strong, and handsome man after all. But knowing that there are such deep depths to his grief and self-loathing, that Daan can somehow give him anything else is a reprieve.
The doctor lets out a soft hiss, pleased at the pressure by Vergilius' touch. His hips shift, pressing into is hand, a motion to continue to encourage him.]
Good. [Daan tips his head to let Vergilius' mouth wander as he pleases.] Then don't mind if I do.
[So Daan does help himself, opening the front of Vergilius' pants; his hand slips in, palm pressing for his cock, careful to not place too much pressure at first.]
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The doctor lets out a soft hiss, pleased at the pressure by Vergilius' touch. His hips shift, pressing into is hand, a motion to continue to encourage him.]
Good. [Daan tips his head to let Vergilius' mouth wander as he pleases.] Then don't mind if I do.
[So Daan does help himself, opening the front of Vergilius' pants; his hand slips in, palm pressing for his cock, careful to not place too much pressure at first.]