[Any other occasion and he might had been snippy about his shoes getting stained, but right now he's just pleased, watching Vergilius react and moan.
At the answer, Daan leans down and captures Vergilius' lips hungrily, slipping his tongue inside and tasting himself. He's absolutely unabashed about it, groaning throatily against the other man's mouth. Slowly, he parts away from the kiss, rolling his thumb over Vergilius' jawline.]
Well. When you say please, how could I do anything else?
[Daan steals another kiss, all too brief, but he isn't done speaking. He just-- he needed to kiss him. He doesn't want to stop, he could drown in this.]
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At the answer, Daan leans down and captures Vergilius' lips hungrily, slipping his tongue inside and tasting himself. He's absolutely unabashed about it, groaning throatily against the other man's mouth. Slowly, he parts away from the kiss, rolling his thumb over Vergilius' jawline.]
Well. When you say please, how could I do anything else?
[Daan steals another kiss, all too brief, but he isn't done speaking. He just-- he needed to kiss him. He doesn't want to stop, he could drown in this.]
Get on the couch. I'll take care of you.