[He is absolutely realizing how much of saying the man's name is a wonderful way to get the most beautiful expressions. The tight little eyebrows, the redness of his cheeks, the pursing of those pretty little lips.]
[Oh. He is absolutely going to use that as far as it can carry him.]
Mm. Daan. [The solid, purposeful movement makes his cock feel all the harder as the man goes along. Vergilius huffs, sighs, hips naturally pushing up into that grip for added friction. Bliss he doesn't deserve. Bliss he is given, regardless.] Your hands are - hm - lovely.
[He doesn't draw his own hand back yet, but he'll try a different course. His thumb tip circles over the head before flicking over it, rubbing back and forth with a slow, steady pace. Vergilius wants his mouth to be busy, so he kisses him, sighing into his mouth.]
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[Oh. He is absolutely going to use that as far as it can carry him.]
Mm. Daan. [The solid, purposeful movement makes his cock feel all the harder as the man goes along. Vergilius huffs, sighs, hips naturally pushing up into that grip for added friction. Bliss he doesn't deserve. Bliss he is given, regardless.] Your hands are - hm - lovely.
[He doesn't draw his own hand back yet, but he'll try a different course. His thumb tip circles over the head before flicking over it, rubbing back and forth with a slow, steady pace. Vergilius wants his mouth to be busy, so he kisses him, sighing into his mouth.]