[Vergilius isn't a vocal person - he doesn't consider himself, so, not liking conversation unless necessary and more likely than not to remain silent. Which is why it comes as a surprise to hear the discrete whimper that comes from the back of his throat as the doctor does his good work below.]
Daan.
[The times he said it before was on purpose. The name now is said with a low keen, injected with an intense amount of emotions he barely knows how to express on a good day. I want more of you. I never want this to end. I want you to destroy me. I give you and you alone permission in everything.]
[Maybe I lov-]
You've...got me. [His ears feel like they're going to burn through his hair. The earring dangling feels like an ice cube in comparison. Vergilius reaches down with his hand - a decisive movement, his fingers curling around the other's as he adds to the movement. He wants to see Daan's face. He wants to see a man who has suffered so much to experience all the pleasure he can handle. His scars are rough, but his grip is solid, cupping him as he now moves with him in tandem.] I got you...ah, too.
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Daan.
[The times he said it before was on purpose. The name now is said with a low keen, injected with an intense amount of emotions he barely knows how to express on a good day. I want more of you. I never want this to end. I want you to destroy me. I give you and you alone permission in everything.]
[Maybe I lov-]
You've...got me. [His ears feel like they're going to burn through his hair. The earring dangling feels like an ice cube in comparison. Vergilius reaches down with his hand - a decisive movement, his fingers curling around the other's as he adds to the movement. He wants to see Daan's face. He wants to see a man who has suffered so much to experience all the pleasure he can handle. His scars are rough, but his grip is solid, cupping him as he now moves with him in tandem.] I got you...ah, too.