"Please, daddy, please," Virgil whines, squirming into Patton's grip, his legs splayed open for Patton to see and touch everything. And he does, one hand wrapped around his hard cock, slack but pleasant, and his other hand is two fingers, knuckle deep in his ass. "Please what, baby boy?" Patton asks, fingers moving a little inside of him, barely rubbing against his prostate. "Tighter, daddy, please," Virgil utters, almost whining afterwards, "please, grip my cock tighter, daddy." And Patton does, squeezing his cock tighter, and Virgil moans, loud and unashamed. "Good boy, V, you're so good for me," Patton praises.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
