[hey asshole saying his name is cheating. Daan huffs at him.]
Whatever I want, huh.
[The air is heady now, at least to him. He shifts his hips again, pressing more eagerly into Vergilius' hand, his cock twitching and eager. He licks his lips, closing his eye as he focuses on slowly tracing his fingers smoothly over the other man's cock; Daan's hands weren't always soft, but eventually a higher class life comparatively to the one he'd been born into softened calluses into careful, precise hands of a surgeon.
Whatever he wants. A lot of what he wants included limited options, but they can make it work. Daan pulls his hand back, if only so he can give his palm a solid lick before he's going back down to give Vergilius a considerably smoother touch. The stroking is more firm, but the motion is more fluid.]
no subject
Whatever I want, huh.
[The air is heady now, at least to him. He shifts his hips again, pressing more eagerly into Vergilius' hand, his cock twitching and eager. He licks his lips, closing his eye as he focuses on slowly tracing his fingers smoothly over the other man's cock; Daan's hands weren't always soft, but eventually a higher class life comparatively to the one he'd been born into softened calluses into careful, precise hands of a surgeon.
Whatever he wants. A lot of what he wants included limited options, but they can make it work. Daan pulls his hand back, if only so he can give his palm a solid lick before he's going back down to give Vergilius a considerably smoother touch. The stroking is more firm, but the motion is more fluid.]