[Daan squirms, but Vergilius holds him steadfastly - certainty guides his hand, the plaintive sounds Daan makes guide his mouth. He kisses and sucks on the vulnerable skin, a couple of bruises blossoming underneath his busy teeth and lips.]
[Daan guides him to where he needs to go. With a pleased huff against his warmed skin, he rubs over the nipple with his thumb. A couple of circular motions, before the rest of his hand comes in to give it a light tweak. He wants for that back to arch up against him, again.]
Then I'll gladly try to make your wish come true.
[Dangerous, dangerous, so dangerous.]
[He feels like he's drunk.]
Daan. Daan...
[He feels obsessed.]
[His hand pumps in short, powerful strokes as the man slaps his hips upward, aiding him with the movement. He feels like he could have an hour's worth and it still wouldn't be enough.]
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[Daan guides him to where he needs to go. With a pleased huff against his warmed skin, he rubs over the nipple with his thumb. A couple of circular motions, before the rest of his hand comes in to give it a light tweak. He wants for that back to arch up against him, again.]
Then I'll gladly try to make your wish come true.
[Dangerous, dangerous, so dangerous.]
[He feels like he's drunk.]
Daan. Daan...
[He feels obsessed.]
[His hand pumps in short, powerful strokes as the man slaps his hips upward, aiding him with the movement. He feels like he could have an hour's worth and it still wouldn't be enough.]
Oh, Daan...