[Though he does like the sound of his name on Vergilius' lips, this is the moment he swears he's never heard it spoken in such a way and so beautifully. He's never heard Vergilius sound like this, and fuck it's a treat. He wants to hear more of that, he wants to find more ways to make Vergilius feel good and forget everything else around them even just for a little while.
And what's wild is how this has nothing to do with Sylvian's influence. None of her shit is spoiling this, this is just them, and there's nothing better.
There's a quick gasp as he feels the pressure of Vergilius' hand added to his own.]
Fuck, Verg--
[Daan can't even finish the other man's name. He's too overwhelmed, a heady mix of emotion and pleasure. Eagerly, his hips buck against their hands, grinding against the other dick, the heat and his heart and it's enough. What else could he even dream to ask for?
When he comes, he mewls, brows knitted and mouth open, feeling his spend release hotly into their grip.]
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And what's wild is how this has nothing to do with Sylvian's influence. None of her shit is spoiling this, this is just them, and there's nothing better.
There's a quick gasp as he feels the pressure of Vergilius' hand added to his own.]
Fuck, Verg--
[Daan can't even finish the other man's name. He's too overwhelmed, a heady mix of emotion and pleasure. Eagerly, his hips buck against their hands, grinding against the other dick, the heat and his heart and it's enough. What else could he even dream to ask for?
When he comes, he mewls, brows knitted and mouth open, feeling his spend release hotly into their grip.]