[This is more than he expected. It's like something new comes over Daan - not a skin like that monstrous cat, but something else, like an animal instinct that fiercely courses through his veins. But even so, it isn't as if Daan is completely losing himself. It feels like Daan is taking the sheer force of his lust and laser focusing it on him, on his happiness, on eking out any shred of pleasure he can muster.]
[Daan starts to move, and Vergilius gasps. The man moves again, and again, and every thrust feels like it's piercing through him into the bed below. Vergilius almost swears he can hear the headboard knocking against the wall.]
[The man may not be as strong as him, but something like this? He hasn't ever experienced something like this before, with any lover. It warms and ruins and fills him and puts him back together. The friction and force of it make him grunt, the noises from his throat turning into a crescendo that edges out into eager low moans.]
D-Daan...shit, Daan... [His legs move up to hug the man against him, encourage him to go deeper. His cock spurts, the heat in his groin threatening to tip over and stain them both.] Fuck, Daan, mm...more, m-more...
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[Daan starts to move, and Vergilius gasps. The man moves again, and again, and every thrust feels like it's piercing through him into the bed below. Vergilius almost swears he can hear the headboard knocking against the wall.]
[The man may not be as strong as him, but something like this? He hasn't ever experienced something like this before, with any lover. It warms and ruins and fills him and puts him back together. The friction and force of it make him grunt, the noises from his throat turning into a crescendo that edges out into eager low moans.]
D-Daan...shit, Daan... [His legs move up to hug the man against him, encourage him to go deeper. His cock spurts, the heat in his groin threatening to tip over and stain them both.] Fuck, Daan, mm...more, m-more...