[The doctor is diligent. Vergilius allows himself to be moved, arranged, whatever is needed. It's immense trust, unspoken - he knows Daan wouldn't hurt him.]
[The glow from his eyes intensifies as the man takes him in hand. Vergilius moves to rest his gnarled hand on the side of the man's head, fingertips circling over his scalp.]
[The kiss might be light even compared to the lick, but it sends a distinct shudder through his body.]
Mm. [A shame he's down there. He says what comes to mind, voice rumbling through his ribcage.] That's a look that deserves a kiss, later.
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[The glow from his eyes intensifies as the man takes him in hand. Vergilius moves to rest his gnarled hand on the side of the man's head, fingertips circling over his scalp.]
[The kiss might be light even compared to the lick, but it sends a distinct shudder through his body.]
Mm. [A shame he's down there. He says what comes to mind, voice rumbling through his ribcage.] That's a look that deserves a kiss, later.