[Part of him must realize how this position is embarassing - kneeling here, begging for this man to have his way with him. He's always been the one to be held up on a pedestal - but here, he feels he's at this man's mercy, instead. It makes him almost feel feverish in a way he's never felt before.]
[The kisses are taken like ambrosia, sweet and desperate. He will never get tired of them. He admits to himself that he always wanted this in his own way, wanted to feel how Daan's lips would fit against his...and now, he's got more than he ever bargained for.]
[He gasps as the man pulls back, a thread of spittle snapping between their mouths. Vergilius nods wordlessly - with a groan, he shifts up and to the couch with heavy steps. He wants to touch himself more, but he refrains for just a moment as he kicks off his shoes, pulls down his pants before laying down.]
[He shoots a meaningful look to the other, a light smirk on his face.]
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[The kisses are taken like ambrosia, sweet and desperate. He will never get tired of them. He admits to himself that he always wanted this in his own way, wanted to feel how Daan's lips would fit against his...and now, he's got more than he ever bargained for.]
[He gasps as the man pulls back, a thread of spittle snapping between their mouths. Vergilius nods wordlessly - with a groan, he shifts up and to the couch with heavy steps. He wants to touch himself more, but he refrains for just a moment as he kicks off his shoes, pulls down his pants before laying down.]
[He shoots a meaningful look to the other, a light smirk on his face.]
Is the doctor ready for treatment?