[This suddenly reminds Vergilius of that time in the hall of mirrors. Daan taking care of his wound with careful movements of the bandage, and then the overwhelming, heated feelings that came afterward with the spell. But there is no magic here. The feelings here are his, and his alone. It doesn't feel like he's looking at a version of himself he doesn't know what to do with.]
[Daan's tongue is masterfully moved along his cock, but he only has a brief moment to enjoy the heat starting to pool once more in his abdomen before the doctor makes his decisive move to start to take him in. Vergilius' eyes widen, gasping and hissing as his grip tightens in reaction.]
Ah - shit, Daan-
[Now that sends a heady flow of sensation from his head to his groin - he almost feels lightheaded. He looks down, sees the man's eyelashes (were they always so long?) fluttering, his cock surrounded by perfect, wet heat.]
[Damn.]
...Wow.
[His thumb twists to slide up and over the other's ear. tweaking the lobe with a gentleness. A quick intake of breath, his expression more than appreciative.]
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[Daan's tongue is masterfully moved along his cock, but he only has a brief moment to enjoy the heat starting to pool once more in his abdomen before the doctor makes his decisive move to start to take him in. Vergilius' eyes widen, gasping and hissing as his grip tightens in reaction.]
Ah - shit, Daan-
[Now that sends a heady flow of sensation from his head to his groin - he almost feels lightheaded. He looks down, sees the man's eyelashes (were they always so long?) fluttering, his cock surrounded by perfect, wet heat.]
[Damn.]
...Wow.
[His thumb twists to slide up and over the other's ear. tweaking the lobe with a gentleness. A quick intake of breath, his expression more than appreciative.]
You look...gorgeous.