[A slow, steady sigh escapes Daan as he pets Vergilius' head, gazing down at him as he watches the man swallow almost all of him down. That little dribble on his lip sends a spark of fire in Daan's belly, ignited all the more by Vergilius' lips kissing his stomach.
And the Fixer is still touching himself. Fuck, it won't take much for Daan to get hard again, even without all of the Pheromones going off.
It's a little mean maybe, but Daan nudges the tip of his foot against the tip of Vergilius' cock, uncaring if it messes up his shoes.]
Yeah? [The hand on the top of Vergilius' head slides down to gently cradle the man's chin and jaw, and Daan gazes down fondly.] Which way?
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And the Fixer is still touching himself. Fuck, it won't take much for Daan to get hard again, even without all of the Pheromones going off.
It's a little mean maybe, but Daan nudges the tip of his foot against the tip of Vergilius' cock, uncaring if it messes up his shoes.]
Yeah? [The hand on the top of Vergilius' head slides down to gently cradle the man's chin and jaw, and Daan gazes down fondly.] Which way?
Could fuck you. Or I could ride you.
Be good and pick.
[Daan would be happy with either.]