[...They're the same and Vergil hates it. He'd make fun of him for having to do things constantly and being needy, but...then he'd be a hypocrite.

His fingers wriggle and spread, the softest of moans escaping him for the teeth on his collar. But he doesn't let it last long. Enjoying foreplay with Thancred is gross! So after a few moments he slips his fingers back out at once and pushes his pants properly out of the way.

He sits on his knees, tugging Thancred's lower back onto his lap, and rubs his erection against Thancred's hole.]