[For a moment, he truly feels like he's a man possessed, driven to focus primarily on driving everything into the other man. He is utterly consumed right now, overtaken by burning desire that's boiled inside of him. Not just today on account of the spell that's not bending to his will properly, but-- longer. He knows it's been much longer, how long he's yearned and wanted and here it is.
The more he hears Vergilius say his name like that, the more he's incensed, feeling feral. Pleading for more, and the telltale sign of a bit of something wet between them.]
More, he says. [A breathless laugh escapes him, and he reaches down between them, grasping the other's cock, giving it a firm stroke.] How greedy you've gotten, Vergilius.
[But who is he to deny him? Daan's soft hand continues to stroke him, stopping only to palm messily at the head before going back to rhythmic work. The rest of him is less coordinated, still urgently fucking into him.]
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The more he hears Vergilius say his name like that, the more he's incensed, feeling feral. Pleading for more, and the telltale sign of a bit of something wet between them.]
More, he says. [A breathless laugh escapes him, and he reaches down between them, grasping the other's cock, giving it a firm stroke.] How greedy you've gotten, Vergilius.
[But who is he to deny him? Daan's soft hand continues to stroke him, stopping only to palm messily at the head before going back to rhythmic work. The rest of him is less coordinated, still urgently fucking into him.]