[Gently, he squeezes Vergilius' hand, holding on for as long as the other lets him. The lightest prod of his cock against his legs makes Daan twitch, even though he'd known it was coming; he wants to help him get off, but the heat of it still somehow manages to surprise him.
Daan sighs softly at the hand against his midsection, then turns his head to kiss Vergilius' fingers.]
Yeah. For you, always.
[Daan reaches down with his free hand, lightly stroking himself. It's slow and languid.]
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Daan sighs softly at the hand against his midsection, then turns his head to kiss Vergilius' fingers.]
Yeah. For you, always.
[Daan reaches down with his free hand, lightly stroking himself. It's slow and languid.]