[Even after all of this has worn off, and he's by his lonesome back in his dark little apartment someday, he might stay awake and think of that singular word with a rush of ashamed excitement.]
[Good.]
[The hot stream that starts to hit the back of his throat is almost a divine sensation as that word - Vergilius doesn't balk, simply letting himself be thrust into, used. He's good. He'll swallow it all down, let his jaw smart in the morning with no regret.]
[It feels like an eternity. He finally draws back after he feels the flow slow and stutter into nothing. A thin line of cum drips down the side of his lip. He moves to smear it as he leans forward to nuzzle against the man's abdomen, kissing it, panting into it, even as his hand still strokes over himself with a curt pace.]
Daan. [His free hand grasps over the other's hip, obsessively, as he continues.] I need you.
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[Good.]
[The hot stream that starts to hit the back of his throat is almost a divine sensation as that word - Vergilius doesn't balk, simply letting himself be thrust into, used. He's good. He'll swallow it all down, let his jaw smart in the morning with no regret.]
[It feels like an eternity. He finally draws back after he feels the flow slow and stutter into nothing. A thin line of cum drips down the side of his lip. He moves to smear it as he leans forward to nuzzle against the man's abdomen, kissing it, panting into it, even as his hand still strokes over himself with a curt pace.]
Daan. [His free hand grasps over the other's hip, obsessively, as he continues.] I need you.