[Daan knows what's been brewing in his chest, how long it's been there despite his own concerns. Yet, all he can feel is the utter satisfaction of seeing the other man smile. That he laughs, even if it's subdued and quiet, utterly warm. The joy it brings Daan, well...
That's love. And he knows he loves so, so hard.
Leaning in, he kisses Vergilius in a way that feels desperate, overwhelmed. More than any part of Sylvian's magic can affect him, it is Vergilius that consumes him the most.]
I'll take it as a challenge.
[He nudges his cock against the cleft of the other's ass, humming at the contact before he's guiding the tip to press taut against Vergilius.
Maybe he doesn't need to be that gentle, but he wants to. At least at first. So he pushes slowly, bit by bit, inhaling sharply as he feels at least heat grip him around the tip.]
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That's love. And he knows he loves so, so hard.
Leaning in, he kisses Vergilius in a way that feels desperate, overwhelmed. More than any part of Sylvian's magic can affect him, it is Vergilius that consumes him the most.]
I'll take it as a challenge.
[He nudges his cock against the cleft of the other's ass, humming at the contact before he's guiding the tip to press taut against Vergilius.
Maybe he doesn't need to be that gentle, but he wants to. At least at first. So he pushes slowly, bit by bit, inhaling sharply as he feels at least heat grip him around the tip.]