[Fingers bury themselves as much as possible into Vergilius' hair. Most of it's in the bangs, granted, but he can't help but alternate between combing through it and then scratching at his scalp.
Shit, he feels a chill prickle up his spine as he watches how the other man takes his cock, just sliding past his lips. In the back of his mind, he knows he's wanted Vergilius, wanted him heart and body, but to actually be here and to have it.
Well. Bittersweet repercussions can be later. He just wants and finds himself craving for as much as he can be given. Daan gives a small, experimental shift of his hips, not wanting to choke the Fixer, but it feels hard to hold back.]
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Shit, he feels a chill prickle up his spine as he watches how the other man takes his cock, just sliding past his lips. In the back of his mind, he knows he's wanted Vergilius, wanted him heart and body, but to actually be here and to have it.
Well. Bittersweet repercussions can be later. He just wants and finds himself craving for as much as he can be given. Daan gives a small, experimental shift of his hips, not wanting to choke the Fixer, but it feels hard to hold back.]
Vergilius-- fuck.
[He purrs:] You're perfect.