[It's easy to just let himself be pulled down, and he pants into each kiss, the contact lazy but eager to continue to drown into every bit of affection that he's being given. He doesn't want to stop, truth to be told; he wants the moment to live on for awhile more as he meets Vergilius' lips over and over.
But he eventually needs air and pauses only to rest his forehead against the other's, taking in air. It wasn't even a proper fuck and he isn't sure if he's actually ever felt this good before. Horribly ironic, all things considered.
Daan settles in for another kiss now that he's less out of breath.]
Feeling good?
[That's more important to him, he finds. That Vergilius has no regrets about it, regardless of wherever this path leads them.]
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But he eventually needs air and pauses only to rest his forehead against the other's, taking in air. It wasn't even a proper fuck and he isn't sure if he's actually ever felt this good before. Horribly ironic, all things considered.
Daan settles in for another kiss now that he's less out of breath.]
Feeling good?
[That's more important to him, he finds. That Vergilius has no regrets about it, regardless of wherever this path leads them.]