[Selfishly, he's thought about this, wanted it desperately. Daan had struggled with his better nature while Vergilius was outside his door, but right now he bears no regrets. He keeps his hand to the Fixer's head, brushing back his hair affectionately.]
Fuck.
[Daan shudders, his hips trembling, all of him wanting more desperately, but Vergilius just has to make this difficult. Oh, but it's also a sight to behold.]
You feel good. [His voice is rougher, still so desperately hungry for whatever affection he can gain. Whatever contact. More of him, more of his wet, hot mouth. Daan wants to demand, wants to beg, but he reels himself in, just enough.]
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Fuck.
[Daan shudders, his hips trembling, all of him wanting more desperately, but Vergilius just has to make this difficult. Oh, but it's also a sight to behold.]
You feel good. [His voice is rougher, still so desperately hungry for whatever affection he can gain. Whatever contact. More of him, more of his wet, hot mouth. Daan wants to demand, wants to beg, but he reels himself in, just enough.]