It doesn't matter how many times they've come together, even with just kissing and sweet touches. It's never enough, and he's always wanting more. More of Vergilius' gasps and groans against his mouth, his little smiles, and his warmth. If he's addicted, then he wouldn't look for a way to cut himself off.
Gently, he rubs his tongue against Vergilius' lower lip. Not seeking anything else, just wanting to give him every indication of what's burning in his heart.]
no subject
It doesn't matter how many times they've come together, even with just kissing and sweet touches. It's never enough, and he's always wanting more. More of Vergilius' gasps and groans against his mouth, his little smiles, and his warmth. If he's addicted, then he wouldn't look for a way to cut himself off.
Gently, he rubs his tongue against Vergilius' lower lip. Not seeking anything else, just wanting to give him every indication of what's burning in his heart.]