[It's almost overwhelming to watch Vergilius reach down to start to touch himself. Yes, good he wants this too, and Daan wants nothing more than to find ways to bring him pleasure in return.
In whatever way he can.
As it is for now, he is utterly consumed by the teeth lightly dragging over sensitive skin, the vibration of the humming. Daan gasps and clutches at the Fixer's head, scratching and petting him as Daan starts to urgently push his hips forward.]
Vergilius. Good.
[He wants to sing his praises, but forming the words becomes impossible. So there is one other way: he cries out, thrusting harder past the other man's lips, unable to hold back as he finishes.
Finally. Finally he's reached his peak, after what feels like torture.]
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In whatever way he can.
As it is for now, he is utterly consumed by the teeth lightly dragging over sensitive skin, the vibration of the humming. Daan gasps and clutches at the Fixer's head, scratching and petting him as Daan starts to urgently push his hips forward.]
Vergilius. Good.
[He wants to sing his praises, but forming the words becomes impossible. So there is one other way: he cries out, thrusting harder past the other man's lips, unable to hold back as he finishes.
Finally. Finally he's reached his peak, after what feels like torture.]