It's not just Virgil's anxiety this time, he's nervous. But Emile is there, so soft, caring, understanding, and loving. He doesn't push Virgil; sure, he asks for more and loves nothing more than teasing and winding him up, but he'll stop ask soon as he asks him to or even takes a break noticing how anxious Virgil is. Virgil wants to take this slow, but Emile makes it hard.
But now, with Emile's hands cupping his face, pressing soft kisses to his lips and cheeks, as his hips become flush with Emile's ass, he feels so safe, loved, and hot.
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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.
