[ He wants β he doesn't know what he wants here. He wants everything, his skin itches with the heat and the flush, and though he's too-pale from a life lived mostly underground, and it just serves to leave the spaces where the heat takes him even more obvious. It's not that he doesn't have ideas β despite the fact that he often doesn't... tend to indulge β but something about the heat seems to put too many ideas in his head, like he has the choice of everything, and he can't even decide which one he wants the most.
Maybe later sends a short-circuit through his brain, or maybe it's that he's trapped against the wall β pressed up against it with Vergilius's crushing strength β could he even fight it if he wanted to? Would he? The soft 'ooph' was half an exclamation, and half a soft exhale, tinged with a groan.
His hands doing their best to aid him along on his path, help him with whatever he's trying to do, his pants, or... anything else. He needs β more. Skin to skin, maybe more than that. He brushed against his cock, two fingers that stroked the length of it, like he aims to walk his fingers along him, before he diverted β his fingers find his hips, to tug him closer, his thumbs try to dig in at the muscle and bone. He needed skin to skin β he needed more. He needed... something that even this wasn't satisfying β and the haze of it left his brain in an oddly single-minded haze, he just wanted...
This.
Going to make me earn it?
[ He asks, and his voice is...
more coy than he would have cared to admit, were he not overtaken by this haze. ]
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Maybe later sends a short-circuit through his brain, or maybe it's that he's trapped against the wall β pressed up against it with Vergilius's crushing strength β could he even fight it if he wanted to? Would he? The soft 'ooph' was half an exclamation, and half a soft exhale, tinged with a groan.
His hands doing their best to aid him along on his path, help him with whatever he's trying to do, his pants, or... anything else. He needs β more. Skin to skin, maybe more than that. He brushed against his cock, two fingers that stroked the length of it, like he aims to walk his fingers along him, before he diverted β his fingers find his hips, to tug him closer, his thumbs try to dig in at the muscle and bone. He needed skin to skin β he needed more. He needed... something that even this wasn't satisfying β and the haze of it left his brain in an oddly single-minded haze, he just wanted...
This.
Going to make me earn it?
[ He asks, and his voice is...
more coy than he would have cared to admit, were he not overtaken by this haze. ]