[The way the doctor's voice sounds so ragged and rough, infused with lust beyond his means, feels like its meant to be etched eternally into the folds of his brain. Vergilius hums, pleased. More. More, his greedy heart, now freed from restraint, whispers.]
[More.]
[Has he always desired Daan like this? He must have. It can't be just the spell. He takes him in fully, now, bobbing his mouth down with open jaw to swallow him down. His hot breath hisses through his nostrils, but its like...]
[Well. This is where he belongs, right?]
[His tongue circles over what heated portions it can, fingers clutching the man's thighs for leverage.]
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[More.]
[Has he always desired Daan like this? He must have. It can't be just the spell. He takes him in fully, now, bobbing his mouth down with open jaw to swallow him down. His hot breath hisses through his nostrils, but its like...]
[Well. This is where he belongs, right?]
[His tongue circles over what heated portions it can, fingers clutching the man's thighs for leverage.]