[ His heart pounds heavily in his chest, his fingers move against him, and he feels that heat pool in his belly, like something he can hardly believe is awake, like Vergilius takes that part of his brain and lights it on fire every time they're in the same room alone. Sometimes when they're not. His hips shift, fucking into his hand, with its lazy motion.
They both knew what this was, right? Something both purely sexual, and... then there was the other thing. The Understanding they both sought. The promise they'd made while fighting in a hallway. They were two things, they weren't the same thing β but they were at the same time. He understood the man better, with the way he leaned into his fingers, seeking his touch. The way his neck grows warm under his thin fingers. The way he can't help but scrape his fingernails through the short hairs at the back of his neck. He wants to find all the little ways he reacts. He wants to understand him. All of him. ]
The first time was self-defense. [ He murmurs against his lips. Vergilius will feel the curl of his lips, his fingers seek the spot on his thigh, as if that's his to touch. His mark left on him. ] The second was...
[ A shuddering breath against his lips. It was a test, in a way. A glancing blow from a monster to another.
He wants to take all of him β he wants someone to take all of him, too. The ugly, the things that had driven everyone away when they get too close. ]
The second was... [ A beat, a shuddering sigh against his lips. ] Making sure you would.
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They both knew what this was, right? Something both purely sexual, and... then there was the other thing. The Understanding they both sought. The promise they'd made while fighting in a hallway. They were two things, they weren't the same thing β but they were at the same time. He understood the man better, with the way he leaned into his fingers, seeking his touch. The way his neck grows warm under his thin fingers. The way he can't help but scrape his fingernails through the short hairs at the back of his neck. He wants to find all the little ways he reacts. He wants to understand him. All of him. ]
The first time was self-defense. [ He murmurs against his lips. Vergilius will feel the curl of his lips, his fingers seek the spot on his thigh, as if that's his to touch. His mark left on him. ] The second was...
[ A shuddering breath against his lips. It was a test, in a way. A glancing blow from a monster to another.
He wants to take all of him β he wants someone to take all of him, too. The ugly, the things that had driven everyone away when they get too close. ]
The second was... [ A beat, a shuddering sigh against his lips. ] Making sure you would.
[ accept him ]