[The encouragement settles into him, but hearing his name moaned prickles up his spine and makes him shiver, a low whine muffled. It's worth it, he thinks to himself almost drunkenly; it's worth anything to hear Vergilius like this, to see him sweat and want, to get his affections and touch.
He breathes in sharp through his nose, palming himself with one hand before he actually starts to stroke. The other grips Vergilius' knee like a lifeline as he starts to more enthusiastically bob his head. It's messy work, but it's expected. Drool starts to drip inevitably down his chin and out of the corners of his mouth, but all he can do is suck and swallow it down.
It cuts into his usual clean appearance, but he doesn't mind becoming undone and ruffled for Vergilius.]
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He breathes in sharp through his nose, palming himself with one hand before he actually starts to stroke. The other grips Vergilius' knee like a lifeline as he starts to more enthusiastically bob his head. It's messy work, but it's expected. Drool starts to drip inevitably down his chin and out of the corners of his mouth, but all he can do is suck and swallow it down.
It cuts into his usual clean appearance, but he doesn't mind becoming undone and ruffled for Vergilius.]