Virgil hums, eyes closed and a content smile of his face as his head lays on Remy's stomach, inches away from his hard, twitching cock. "Rem, you're so soft, I could go to sleep," Virgil says finally, gazing up at the other, Remy's almost glaring with his hands tied to the headboard and his mouth gaged, spit drooling down his chin. "Maybe I will go to sleep like this." Virgil brings his head back, hand coming up to lay over Remy's cock, but he doesn't move to stroke it. "Go on then, rut against my hand and get yourself off."
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
