[He can probably hear the smile in that reply, see the twinkle in those usually dull eyes. Vergilius lets a scarred thumb brush a circle around the shaft before rubbing down, a drawn-out touch he hopes will produce more of those lovely little hitches and noises.]
How many nights have you wanted this? To feel me filling you? Making you cry my name? Tell the truth, now. I like when people are honest.
[His other hand is unbuckling his own belt, yanking his pants down so he can press the heated yet clothed swelling against the man - he sighs, knowing he's practically teasing himself, here. He has to take his time. Punishment asks for that.]
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[He can probably hear the smile in that reply, see the twinkle in those usually dull eyes. Vergilius lets a scarred thumb brush a circle around the shaft before rubbing down, a drawn-out touch he hopes will produce more of those lovely little hitches and noises.]
How many nights have you wanted this? To feel me filling you? Making you cry my name? Tell the truth, now. I like when people are honest.
[His other hand is unbuckling his own belt, yanking his pants down so he can press the heated yet clothed swelling against the man - he sighs, knowing he's practically teasing himself, here. He has to take his time. Punishment asks for that.]
How bad do you want this, hm?