oh my god there was one bed.

[limbical]

[You know how it is. A new location opens up in the City, and then they're off to investigate despite all of the weird shit that's happened in the past. By now, not a lot surprises Daan; not to say he doesn't react to anything, but it's more with exasperation than anything else, and this isn't especially all that different.

The residential district that opened up felt off already. Most of the buildings uniform, some odd loft-like setting inside of them. More like a single room cottage than housing, but it's also the kind of place he wouldn't have minded staying as a kid. Not exactly saying much, but it's a sturdy roof over the head and, presumably, some clean furniture.

The problem is that the door has locked behind them, and there aren't windows, otherwise breaking out would be too easy. Because of fucking course.]

It's about that time that I wish I had any lockpicking skills at all. Then again, I doubt that'd do us much good here...

Anyway. If we go have anything like past patterns to go by, this should be temporary. So we've got that going for us.

[Probably.]

Comments

[limbical]

Yeah, two of you might be a bit much. Kinda just like having the one of you, anyway.

[He reaches up, gently brushing bangs from Vergilius' face, then drags his hand down his cheek.]

Fuck you. [Daan's voice is warm, fond.] They were happy tears. So deal with it.

[immortalpoet]

[He turns to kiss the palm, before he kisses up the fingers, placing his lips over the tips with a brief dart of his tongue, a if to taste.]

Fuck me? [His eyes crease with obvious amusement.] I think that's the point of this, yes? Unless you've changed your mind?

[limbical]

[Ah, that's... nice. Even just to watch, more than anything. As if he really can't get enough of the affection given to him.

The teasing question makes him laugh quietly.]

Changed my mind? Not on your life.

[Daan presses close, giving a languid roll of his hips. dragging his dick against Vergilius' stomach.]

You should probably feel how much I still want you. Yeah?

[immortalpoet]

[The way the man's cock bobs so heavily against his abdomen makes a sudden wave of excitement shoot down his spine like a lightning bolt - Vergilius swallows, his Adam's apple shifting back up and down with definite movement.]

[He nods. Of course. Of course he can feel it.]

Then...let's get on with it. [A peck to the lips, as sweet as anything, as his hands covetously slide down the man's sides.] Daan.

[limbical]

[It's such a light kiss, and Daan still doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of it. He smiles, tipping his head down almost demurely, also still quietly enjoying hearing his name spoken so fondly.]

Well. [He leans in, leaving a wet kiss against Vergilius' neck.] Hate to get off your lap, but sitting around lounging on you isn't gonna get anything done, is it?

[Though it does indeed come with great reluctance, Daan smoothly slides off of Vergilius' lap. He's making good on his suggestion earlier, arranging himself onto the bed on his back, but turning his hips so that he can offer his thighs up. He's mindful to lick his palm, then smear the insides of his thighs, just to give a bit more of a smooth traction. At least for awhile.]

Come here. [Daan holds up a hand to invite the Fixer.]

[immortalpoet]

[No, sitting on him isn't going to get anything done for where they're going next, though a part of him would very much like to keep holding him. It's nice to hold something and not have to hurt it. It's nice to protect something. To feel the connection, skin to skin.]

[But of course, Daan isn't going far away or anything. He watches as Daan sets himself up, not able to help himself to reach out to splay his hands against the man's abdomen.]

...I'm coming.

[And so he does, his other hand holding strong onto the man's grip as he pulls himself over the man, settling himself as he settles the tip of his cock against the man's thighs.]

Are you ready?

[limbical]

[Gently, he squeezes Vergilius' hand, holding on for as long as the other lets him. The lightest prod of his cock against his legs makes Daan twitch, even though he'd known it was coming; he wants to help him get off, but the heat of it still somehow manages to surprise him.

Daan sighs softly at the hand against his midsection, then turns his head to kiss Vergilius' fingers.]

Yeah. For you, always.

[Daan reaches down with his free hand, lightly stroking himself. It's slow and languid.]