[Under normal circumstances, he'd be put out at how his clothes are manhandled, but as it is Daan couldn't give a damn. He gasps instead, arching into Vergilius' touch, basking in his rough hands. Hips jerk eagerly at his grip, and he'd take that if that was all that was offered, but the suggestion makes him openly moan.
The idea is too intoxicating.]
Yes. [Daan's hand moves from Vergilius' jacket, reaching to touch Vergilius' cheek, smoothing over to stroke his hair.] Come on. Make me feel good.
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The idea is too intoxicating.]
Yes. [Daan's hand moves from Vergilius' jacket, reaching to touch Vergilius' cheek, smoothing over to stroke his hair.] Come on. Make me feel good.
Want you to.