[It's simple and he wishes there was more, but it's still good. Vergilius is here, this is solid, this is real, and it's more than he'd ever think to ask for. He pants, trying to focus on keeping his grip steady and the motion continuing, stroking them together, constant precision.
Daan groans into Vergilius' mouth, his lips getting reddened and plump from the attention.] Fuck. [He swallows and nods.]
Yeah.
[Whatever he wants, Daan thinks distantly. Which is funny, because that's what Vergilius basically told him to do earlier.
But Daan's hand moves more quickly, but just as smooth, only pausing to toy with his thumb to rub over both of the heads of their dicks. Precum is smeared around messily before he goes back to firmly stroking both of them, quick and sure.]
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Daan groans into Vergilius' mouth, his lips getting reddened and plump from the attention.] Fuck. [He swallows and nods.]
Yeah.
[Whatever he wants, Daan thinks distantly. Which is funny, because that's what Vergilius basically told him to do earlier.
But Daan's hand moves more quickly, but just as smooth, only pausing to toy with his thumb to rub over both of the heads of their dicks. Precum is smeared around messily before he goes back to firmly stroking both of them, quick and sure.]
I've got you.