[Well now he has to let go, because that knocks the wind out of him and he's coughing. Even so though, he is yanking on Vergil's open shirt, trying to make him fall onto the bed with him.]
[He doesn't have a chance to pull himself away or catch himself before falling, so he crashes right into Thancred, wings flapping as if they can stop it. Which makes him lose a breath himself, before he digs the heel of his palm into Thancred's shoulder to push himself up a bit.]
[He laughs a little, as Vergil falls. Rough-housing is fun, after all. But Thancred is still feeling randy, so he keeps one hand clenched in Vergil's shirt, and with the other gropes him shamelessly.]
[Nice to know how easy it is to distract Vergil! He's going to keep at it, deftly attempting to open his pants and get his hand in. He only needs that one hand to do it. He's opened so many people's pants while in some way impaired, after all!]
[Look he's not used to this! Not that he wants Thancred to know it. Still, he gives a small whine despite himself once Thancred's successfully got a hand in his pants.
That embarrasses him all the more though, so while he wasn't going to, he goes for a rough, insistent kiss before anything can be said about it. He Will make him shut up!!!]
[Thancred laughs into the kiss, letting go of Vergil's shirt to run his nails lightly down his chest. His other hand, meanwhile, is fondling him gently and with expert care. He absolutely feels like he's winning right now.]
[He bites at Thancred's lip, then his chin and along his jaw. Maybe that won't keep him quiet, but he doesn't actually get that much out of kissing without affection.
He does, however, press his hips to Thancred's hand. Once again huffing out his frustration with enjoying this.]
[As Vergil moves along his jaw, closer to his neck, Thancred starts to tense again. But he forces himself to relax, because he refuses to not enjoy something that feels so nice. He's tilting his head to expose that tender skin, inviting more attention, more roughness. He'll eat up anything that makes him feel desirable, with a pleasured sigh.
He doesn't want it to stop, so he doesn't make any more teasing comments just yet. He's just stroking Vergil's cock with practised fingers and listening to him breathe.]
[His breath grows ragged quickly, which pushes him to bite all the more, hoping it might distract from the fact. Or that it might be less noticeable. But he doesn't move to Thancred's neck just yet, the way he reacted before stops him.
Instead he swipes the tip of his tongue across it, taking Thancred's cock in his hand to squeeze.]
[He absolutely cannot refrain from teasing. Of course Thancred is also easy, but he's not ashamed of it. There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex! And it's quite evident that he does, confidently, because his hand on Vergil's cock is slow and languid and attentive, and the way he presses his body up against him is warm and no little bit needy.
The context may not exactly be romantic, but who cares? Thancred's happy as long as he's getting attention, and feeling effective.]
[Which might embarrass some people, but inexperience seems like a reasonable excuse to be sensitive and easy to get going. Maybe he just is. Maybe the more he tries not to be the worse it is.
His tail curls around Thancred's thigh again, yanking him closer and lifting while he teases the head of his cock with his thumb.]
[He's distracted enough that the tail actually startles him this time. He jumps a bit, squeezing too hard for just a moment -- and starts to laugh, but there's that hand, so it's interrupted immediately with a soft but unrestrained moan.]
Well, I-- mn. I don't mind if you're a little... clumsy.
[He's too hazy with need to even try to be subtle with his provocation at this point. He's whining, tugging at Vergil's shirt with his free hand in a bid to get somehow even closer.
His abs are, of course, firm and defined like the rest of him, and he arches his back a little to get more of Vergil's touch.]
[He whines in protest, but lets go of Vergil to grope for the edge of the bed. He hasn't upgraded his room yet so there's not really furniture but he's definitely stashed some lube under the mattress in easy grabbing range. Just in case.
It takes him a sec but he does get hold of the bottle, and hands it over.]
[That thought is cut off, in favour of flinching at the cold lube and the finger that follows.
Only in this exact moment does it hit Thancred how weird this entire encounter is. What the hells are they doing right now?! How did this happen? How is he going to address it tomorrow?
For a second or so he's concerned, but then he decides he doesn't care and just puts his arms around Vergil's neck to cling. Whatever! All that matters is physical gratification. He's not up to examining why he's so desperate for something he can easily get plenty of, he's just going to chase the high.]
[He knows he's a ho and he's proud! He's also biting lightly at Vergil's collarbone as he presses back against him, breath shaky and a flush creeping down his neck. He is physically incapable of just holding still. He has to move!]
[...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.]
[Thancred lets himself be manhandled without complaint, relaxed and sighing in pleasant anticipation. His legs squeeze Vergil's sides, encouraging as he looks up at him with a self-satisfied smile and red cheeks.]
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You-- great bloody goobbue's arse!
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Speak for yourself.
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[He laughs a little, as Vergil falls. Rough-housing is fun, after all. But Thancred is still feeling randy, so he keeps one hand clenched in Vergil's shirt, and with the other gropes him shamelessly.]
Stay down here, oaf.
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[............no he has nothing, hard to focus and be clever while being groped.]
oaf.
[Yeah that's the one.]
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[Nice to know how easy it is to distract Vergil! He's going to keep at it, deftly attempting to open his pants and get his hand in. He only needs that one hand to do it. He's opened so many people's pants while in some way impaired, after all!]
If you want me to be quiet, make me.
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That embarrasses him all the more though, so while he wasn't going to, he goes for a rough, insistent kiss before anything can be said about it. He Will make him shut up!!!]
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He does, however, press his hips to Thancred's hand. Once again huffing out his frustration with enjoying this.]
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He doesn't want it to stop, so he doesn't make any more teasing comments just yet. He's just stroking Vergil's cock with practised fingers and listening to him breathe.]
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Instead he swipes the tip of his tongue across it, taking Thancred's cock in his hand to squeeze.]
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[He absolutely cannot refrain from teasing. Of course Thancred is also easy, but he's not ashamed of it. There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex! And it's quite evident that he does, confidently, because his hand on Vergil's cock is slow and languid and attentive, and the way he presses his body up against him is warm and no little bit needy.
The context may not exactly be romantic, but who cares? Thancred's happy as long as he's getting attention, and feeling effective.]
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[Which might embarrass some people, but inexperience seems like a reasonable excuse to be sensitive and easy to get going. Maybe he just is. Maybe the more he tries not to be the worse it is.
His tail curls around Thancred's thigh again, yanking him closer and lifting while he teases the head of his cock with his thumb.]
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Well, I-- mn. I don't mind if you're a little... clumsy.
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But he takes his hand away, sliding it up Thancred's stomach as the end of his tail thumps against his hip. Punishment for squeezing.]
I'm not clumsy.
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[He's too hazy with need to even try to be subtle with his provocation at this point. He's whining, tugging at Vergil's shirt with his free hand in a bid to get somehow even closer.
His abs are, of course, firm and defined like the rest of him, and he arches his back a little to get more of Vergil's touch.]
Or shall I turn the tables on you after all?
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[He pinches a nipple. Just to be rude.]
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[He whines in protest, but lets go of Vergil to grope for the edge of the bed. He hasn't upgraded his room yet so there's not really furniture but he's definitely stashed some lube under the mattress in easy grabbing range. Just in case.
It takes him a sec but he does get hold of the bottle, and hands it over.]
Modern conveniences are remarkable, you know?
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Not so simple in your world? What a shame for you.
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[That thought is cut off, in favour of flinching at the cold lube and the finger that follows.
Only in this exact moment does it hit Thancred how weird this entire encounter is. What the hells are they doing right now?! How did this happen? How is he going to address it tomorrow?
For a second or so he's concerned, but then he decides he doesn't care and just puts his arms around Vergil's neck to cling. Whatever! All that matters is physical gratification. He's not up to examining why he's so desperate for something he can easily get plenty of, he's just going to chase the high.]
...I forgot what I was going to say.
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He is at least kind enough to take his time here, taking it only a knuckle at a time, curling his finger slightly.]
Hah. Now who's easy?
[And then he does the same with a second.]
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[He knows he's a ho and he's proud! He's also biting lightly at Vergil's collarbone as he presses back against him, breath shaky and a flush creeping down his neck. He is physically incapable of just holding still. He has to move!]
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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.]
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I'm winning.
[Hes deliberately provoking is what he's doing.]
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