"On your knees," Virgil orders, tone boarding on bored.
Remy doesn't hesitate, dropping to the floor in front on Virgil. He's in a crop top and nothing else, Virgil having enjoyed pulling the rest from him. Virgil, on the other hand, is still dressed in his purple t-shirt, ripped jeans, and Doc Martens.
And Remy knows just what he wants, squeezing his thighs together, his cunt wet and aching.
"Go on, slut," Virgil says, glancing down at the other, shoving his right foot between Remy's thighs, up against his wet cunt, "get yourself off for me."
Remy does so gladly.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #4
FanfictionThe fourth installment of mostly smutty drabbles for Sanders Sides. Find the previous parts on my profile.
