Its Always In The Eyes

The breakup with your ex hadn’t exactly been peaceful. You had both been unhappy for a long time, and the last few months had been filled with arguments and pointless accusations he had thrown at you.

All the while, you had been nothing but understanding and supportive from the very beginning. His job as an agent demanded a lot from him, you knew that. You had truly tried to support him as much as you possibly could. And how did he repay you?

With an affair. With some meaningless acquaintance he had picked up at a bar. On some mission where he should have been focusing on his job instead. He had already been close to losing that job several times, but luckily, that was no longer your problem.

You probably could have recognized the signs earlier, sure. But apparently, you had worn rose-colored glasses for far too long.

So your relationship ended with a bang. You threw your ex out of your shared apartment, fairly certain you’d receive a noise complaint soon. But at that moment, you couldn’t have cared less. Luckily, the apartment belonged to you, which at least made getting rid of him relatively easy.

Leon had tried several times that day to reach your ex, without success. Leon had never really liked him; he knew he simply wasn’t a good person. He had been close to firing him so many times, only to decide against it at the last second. At least as an agent, he did a halfway decent job, if you could even call it that.

After multiple unanswered calls, Leon decided to drive over to him directly after work and confront him.

“I’m really too old for this shit,” he muttered under his breath as he parked his car in front of your apartment building and pulled on his jacket.

Meanwhile, you were inside, packing up the rest of your ex’s belongings that he had forgotten earlier. Lost in your thoughts, you muttered angry things to yourself, and the more of his things you found, the angrier you became.

When the doorbell finally rang, you were certain you knew who it was. Or at least, you thought you did.

Still furious, you stormed toward the door.

“I’ll mail you your shit so I never have to see you again!” you yelled before even fully opening it. The rest of your words got stuck in your throat when you realized who was actually standing in front of you.

It was your Ex’s direct superior—Leon S. Kennedy. You had only seen him once briefly at a DSO event.

You had already found him very likable back then, though you hadn’t really interacted much. He was several years older than you, but you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive.

He looked at you with a crooked smile, his arms loosely crossed over his chest.

“Well nice to meet you too,” he said sarcastically, extending his hand. The situation amused him more than he liked to admit.

Your face immediately turned red as a tomato, and you would have loved nothing more than to sink straight into the ground.

Embarrassed, you shook his hand.

“I’m so… so sorry. I thought you were… well, my now ex-boyfriend,” you admitted quietly.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Ex-boyfriend? Then… I suppose I won’t find him here,” he concluded, casting a brief glance inside.

“No. We… actually broke up this morning,” you muttered, looking down. Discussing something like that in front of your ex’s boss was not exactly easy.

“Hm. Well. I can’t blame you. I’ve always wondered how anyone could voluntarily put up with him,” he said dryly.

You looked up, surprised. You hadn’t expected such an honest reaction from him. At first glance, he always seemed professionally distant.

“Well, what can I say? You live and you learn,” you laughed without much emotion, shrugging your shoulders. “But why are you looking for him? Didn’t he show up for work?” you asked.

Leon scoffed lightly and shook his head.

“Didn’t show up and hasn’t answered any calls. So unless he’s dying somewhere, that’s a valid reason for termination,” he said.

“I wish I could help you, Mr. Kennedy, but I honestly have no idea where he is. And I don’t want to know, to be honest,” you explained.

“Call me Leon, and don’t worry. It’s not your problem anymore. I’ll find him,” he said calmly, nodding once. “I wish you all the best, you definitely deserve better,” he added before turning around to walk back to his car.

You didn’t know what made you say it. Before you had even fully thought it through, the words had already left your mouth.

“If you’d like… I could try? Maybe he’ll pick up if it’s me,” you offered.

Leon paused briefly and stopped walking.

“Hm. I doubt it, but I suppose it’s worth a try,” he muttered, turning back toward you.

“You can come in for a moment,” you offered, gesturing inside.

For a brief moment, he hesitated, wondering just how much of a boundary this already crossed. Because it definitely did. But his day had already been shitty enough so why not make it worse?

He followed you inside and watched you for a moment while you searched for your phone. He had only seen you once before and had barely paid attention. Not because you weren’t beautiful. God, you were. A sight for sore eyes, if he was being honest.

But he didn’t let his eyes wander to women who were taken. And honestly, he had never cared much about his colleagues’ private affairs.

Yet now he was standing here, once again wondering how someone like your ex had ever managed to land someone like you.

“He’s not picking up,” you muttered after a few attempts, sighing softly.

“Like I said, no problem. I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” he replied, draping his jacket over a chair.

You looked at each other for a few seconds until you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“So… would you maybe like something to drink?” you asked awkwardly, gesturing toward the bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen counter.

“This is a ridiculously expensive gift he once got from a friend,” you said with a small smirk, holding the bottle up for emphasis. “After all the crap he put me through, I’d say that’s the least I deserve.”

Leon grinned and let out a short breath through his nose. “How could I possibly turn down an offer like that?” he said.

A warm feeling spread through you at the mere thought of being alone with him, drinking wine.

“Come on, I’ll open it,” Leon said casually, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. For a moment, you found yourself staring at his arms, wondering whether he had always looked that damn toned or if you had just never noticed before.

“Uh…thanks. I’ll get the glasses,” you said quickly, tearing your gaze away. Of course Leon had noticed your look but he didn’t say anything. Not yet.

Later, you were sitting on the couch, each holding a glass of wine and being unmistakably too close to each other.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking: what was the final straw? Why did you break up with him?” Leon asked, looking at you directly.

You sighed softly and pulled your legs up for a more comfortable position.

“Well, he didn’t exactly treat me great in general. But the thing that finally pushed me over the edge was when I found out he was having an affair,” you muttered.

Leon raised an eyebrow.

“He cheated on you?” he pressed. His fingers tensed slightly at the thought that that idiot had actually had the nerve to betray you. He wasn’t exactly surprised but still irritated.

“Yeah. I guess he still has some growing up to do,” you said absentmindedly.

“Mhm. Honestly, I think he’ll stay an idiot forever. No matter how young or old he is,” Leon said matter-of-factly, which made you laugh unexpectedly. A real, genuine laugh.

Leon watched you, his eyes occasionally drifting down to your lips.

“I can’t argue with that,” you said honestly.

He smirked and took another sip of wine.

“Although I wouldn’t completely rule out that age comes with experience. Which can certainly help,” he added calmly, letting the words linger in the air.

You looked up at him.

“Then maybe I should look for someone older next time,” you whispered. The flush on your cheeks was no longer just from the wine. The more you drank and talked, the more the boundaries seemed to blur.

“You should,” he agreed, refilling your glass. 

Your fingers brushed again, this time lingering longer than intended. Your knees, too, seemed to touch more and more often and no longer by accident.

“You deserve someone who treats you better,” he finally said. His voice suddenly sounded darker, calmer, even more than before. Your thoughts drifted in directions they definitely shouldn’t.

“And you think you know me well enough to decide what I deserve?” you asked quietly, a faint tremor in your voice.

“I’m good at reading people. Paying close attention. Comes with the job,” he said, leaning back slightly. His gaze drifted to the ceiling for a moment. His thoughts were circling. He found you attractive, but he barely knew you. He wanted you, but his moral compass was screaming no. He desired you, but then there was the age difference.

You watched him, unconsciously biting your lip.

“It didn’t seem like you paid much attention to me back then,” you said softly, and he looked at you again.

“That’s because you were taken,” he replied immediately. “That’s not who I am.”

You nodded, appreciating both his honesty and his principles.

“And now… is it different?” you asked expectantly, your pulse quickening with every second.

“Right now I’m trying very hard to be a responsible man who doesn’t take advantage of the unfortunate situation of his colleague’s breathtaking and much too young ex-girlfriend,” he said, breathing heavily as he set his glass down. 

He wasn’t someone who allowed himself much. But right now, he wanted nothing more than to grant himself this small sin with you.

Your breath caught as you mirrored him, placing your glass on the table as well.

“It wouldn’t be taking advantage… if it’s coming from me too,” you began carefully. “And besides, I thought we agreed I needed someone older,” you added with a grin.

He looked at you in surprise, laughing genuinely.

“And in your mind, I’m that older man, hm?” he asked teasingly, slowly running his hand along your arm. Light enough to leave goosebumps behind.

“I could imagine worse options,” you teased back. Your eyes met again as his fingers continued to brush over your arm, as if carefully testing how serious you were.

“Is that so?”

“Yes… please,” you breathed.

“Then come here,” he murmured.

As if in a trance, you climbed onto his lap, completely electrified by the closeness. His hands immediately settled on your hips, pulling you closer.

“Are you really sure?” he asked once more, and you nodded instantly. Right now, there was nothing you wanted more than to be fucked by your Ex’s Boss.

His hand brushed along your cheek, his thumb grazing your lower lip.

“Do you want me to show you how you’re supposed to be treated?” he asked, that shameless grin returning to his lips.

When you nodded once more he pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips practically melted against each other, and you couldn’t suppress your first soft moan. His hands on you while he kissed you sent you straight into ecstasy.

His grip tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You held onto his biceps and rolled your hips against him. You could already feel his erection pressing against you.

His lips left yours only to trail down along your neck, placing more kisses there.

“Seems like not everything about me is old, hm?” he teased with a grin against your skin.

“Oh, definitely not,” you smiled before slowly standing up. You reached for his hand and pulled him up with you. He understood immediately and followed without breaking contact.

Even on the way to your bedroom, his hands roamed over your body, exploring every cure. He pressed you against the wall once more, placing kisses along your neck that made you sigh instantly.

If he were being honest, he would have taken you right there. In fact, he would have loved to take you in every room, in every possible position. You were simply irresistible.

“Leon…,” you moaned as he freed you from your shirt, quickly followed by the rest of your clothes until you were standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. Your back was pressed against his chest, so close that you could feel his breathing against your skin. 

One of his hands palmed your breasts while the other slipped into your panties, dipping into your wetness.

“Mhm. I like the way you moan my name,” he breathed as he began circling your clit in slow movements. 

Your hands braced themselves against the wall in front of you because your legs threatened to give out. Almost on their own, your hips started moving against his fingers, craving more friction.

“Leon, please…”

“Please what?” he murmured against your ear, pressing his erection firmly against your ass while his fingers continued to play with you.

“Please fuck me,” you moaned and that was all it took for him to lose control.

He guided you into the bedroom, where you sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as he started undressing for you. His erection was unmistakable now, straining against his pants.

“Enjoying the show, sweetheart?” he breathed as he stepped in front of you, completely naked.

Your eyes traveled hungrily over his defined, perfectly trained body. God, he looked almost unfairly good.

“Mhm,” you agreed, letting your hand wander down his abs until it reached his hard cock. Slowly at first, you wrapped your fingers around him and began to stroke him, looking up at him as you did.

“God, baby… yes,” he moaned through gritted teeth, enjoying the way your hands worked him and the way your bright eyes looked up at him.  He enjoyed your touches a few more minutes until he couldn’t take it anymore and reached down to remove the rest of your underwear. 

“Lay back for me,” he then said and gently pushed you back, admiring your bare form in front of him.

„You look so beautiful,“ he muttered, kissing his way down your body.

He knelt in front of you and lifted your legs over his shoulders. Your breath caught again, turned on by the way he looked at you.

He pulled you closer and began dragging his tongue over your folds. Slow and careful at first, until he figured out what you liked. Your moans filled the room as he kept licking you, gripping your thighs as they started to tremble. 

You didn’t even know what you were moaning anymore or how many times you only knew how good it felt and how badly you wanted him. At some point, you noticed his hand sliding down his own body, stroking himself while he continued to lick you. It was one of the hottest things you had ever seen.

Licking you turned him on so much that he couldn’t stop himself from at least finding a little release.

“Please, Leon… please… I can’t take it anymore,” you pleaded, which made him grin.

“So needy,” he chuckled, glancing up at you. 

He pushed you farther back onto the bed and positioned himself between your legs, looking straight into your eyes.

“If you beg that sweetly… I shouldn’t keep you waiting,” he teased quietly before leaning down to kiss you again. 

At the same time, he began to slide into you slowly and carefully.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as he felt how warm and tight you were around him.

Your arms wrapped around him immediately, as if you were afraid he might disappear.

“You’re huge,” you moaned as you felt him filling you completely. The stretch he was giving you was the best you ever felt. 

He waited before he began to move, until the two of you found a steady rhythm together. Your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing you to feel him even deeper.

“God, you’re incredible,” Leon pressed out, burying his face against you, inhaling your sweet scent. 

“I’m going to go a little faster… is that okay, baby?” he breathed heavily into your ear.

You nodded, no longer able to form any words.

„It’s okay. I’m here….I got you,“ he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He picked up the pace, thrusting into you over and over, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. Your fingers dug into his back as you felt him repeatedly brush against your G-spot, his pelvis grinding against your clit at the same time. 

The tension in your lower abdomen kept building, and it was becoming more intense for Leon as well.

“God, I can feel how tight you’re getting,” he breathed when he felt your pussy clench around his cock, signaling how close you were.

“That’s it, babygirl. Just like that. Come on my cock. Come for me,” he pressed out, moving even faster.

“Oh God, Leon,” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your body clenching around him again and again. You were really seeing stars now, and it didn’t even take a full minute before Leon followed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby yeah, come for me,” he groaned as he came inside you, filling you completely as he spilled into you.

He thrust into you a few more times, drawing out both of your climaxes until neither of you could take it anymore. He stayed above you for a few minutes, breathing heavily, resting his head against you while most of his weight was still supported by his arms.

You absentmindedly ran your hand along his back, sweaty, exhausted, but completely satisfied and happy.

“That’s how… a man should treat you,” he murmured after a while, looking down at you. His hair was tousled, his face relaxed.

“That was… a very impressive performance,” you laughed softly as he pulled out of you and lay down beside you.

“You’re welcome,” he grinned, pulling you against his chest. You were both completely worn out, covered in sweat, but neither of you made any move to get up. Right now, you just wanted to enjoy the closeness.

You rested your head on his chest and stayed like that until your eyes slowly grew heavy.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere tonight,” he whispered into your ear before you drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of the coffee machine. Still half asleep, you looked up and found the bed empty beside you. You smiled to yourself at the thought of last night. All your worries seemed forgotten.

Quickly, you threw on his shirt and a pair of shorts and hurried into the kitchen, where you found Leon standing there half naked, already holding out a cup of coffee for you.

“Morning,” he smiled, pulling you straight into him. He kissed you softly and smiled against your lips. “Cute how messy you look in the morning,” he teased in that rough voice of his.

You giggled softly and were just about to respond when you suddenly heard the sound of keys at the front door.

Your eyes widened. Oh God. You had completely forgotten that your ex still had his own key.

Leon looked at you questioningly but it was already too late.

Your ex walked in, staring at the two of you in shock. His jaw dropped, and for a few seconds, no one said a word. It felt like a scene straight out of a bad sketch.

You cleared your throat, about to say something, but Leon was faster.

“Well, there you are. Perfect. I couldn’t reach you yesterday, but I suppose I can go ahead and inform you—unofficially—that you’re fired,” Leon said smugly, taking a casual sip of his coffee as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. He gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze.

You had to fight back a laugh as you looked up at him. No matter how crazy the situation was, you were enjoying it quite a lot.

Summer break could not arrive any faster. Your finals sucked the life and joy from you, but now it’s over and done. Nothing left except to empty your brain of concepts, formulas, and essays—and finally relax.

Nero, who you randomly met in the library trying to cram for an anatomy exam at the beginning of the semester, has invited you to hang out with him for a few weeks. I promise my dad isn’t going to care, a crooked grin in place, hell that's if he’s even at home. And I want you to meet Kyrie. Here, a dreamy look comes over his face. She’s the best.

So, you pack up and head out with Nero as soon as the last final’s finished (it’s yours, and it’s history). Then, after a short road trip—made easier by trading off driving until late the next night—Nero pulls up in front of a modest two story house. After parking, you both climb out of the car, stretching to work out the kinks of sitting in one spot for hours. You grab your bags while Nero grabs his and leads you up the pebbled foot path to the front door. 

Before he can stick the key in the lock, the door swings open into a warmly lit foyer. The hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life stands there, cool gaze flicking from Nero to you back to Nero. He’s well dressed to be at home, a dark blue cable knit sweater paired with soft grey joggers ending on bare feet; his spiked hair looks messy, like he’s run his hands through it, with several fallen strands highlighting his face. A strong jaw offset by a soft mouth draws in your eyes. 

“Son,” his raspy voice sends chills dancing down your spine. “Who is our lovely guest?”

Nero brushes his thumb against his nose, a nervous tic you’ve noticed about him. “Ah, well, surprise,” he hunches his shoulders, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

His dad’s glacial eyes snap to you. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Nero hurriedly introduces everyone, making you grin over at him once he says his dad’s name is Vergil. 

“You guys like to keep it classic, huh?”

Vergil’s mouth twitches, the hint of a smile trying to appear.  “Yes, quaint, isn’t it?”

You laugh outright and Nero scratches the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, Well.. we’re kinda beat.”

His dad nods, smoothly stepping forward to clasp your bags in his hands. “Follow me to your rooms.”

You sputter out a protest that is quickly shot down—“A lady never carries her own luggage”—Vergil’s raised eyebrow and dismissive tone makes your heart flutter. He leads the two of you further into the house and upstairs. Once you get settled in, you fall asleep in no time.

The next few days are filled with Nero showing you around his house and neighborhood. 

Oddly enough, whenever you and Nero hang out around his home, his dad is nearby. Nero offhandedly mentions a few times that that’s not his norm.

“He must be on vacation this week,” he complains to you under his breath, watching Vergil make his way through the living room to the kitchen. “I swear he’s never around when I’m on break.”

“Is he never around or are you always out with Kyrie?” You tease good naturedly. 

“Shut up,” he laughs, tossing a throw pillow at you before slumping back on the couch. ”It just feels like he’s hovering.”

You shrug, attention going back to the television. You’d never say it out loud, especially to Nero, but you definitely don’t mind seeing his dad hanging around.

Nero eventually introduces you to his neighbor and childhood friend, Nico—a rowdy young woman who you click with almost instantly. She razzes Nero about everything, and it never fails to make you laugh. The last person he brings around is the infamous Kyrie. She’s so kind and pretty, you understand why Nero is so smitten.

The four of you hang out a few times and it’s fun, but you're glad when you have a free day to yourself. Craving homemade scones, Nero is nice enough to run out to the store to grab some ingredients. It’s only until he’s back that you realize a few items are still missing, and he promises to run out and grab those, too. 

Alone once more in the kitchen, you decide to get a head start on the recipe. 

Humming, your brows pinch together, immersed in looking over the recipe you have saved in your phone. You’re ninety-nine percent sure you have everything added to the bowl, but you just want to double check before you start mixing. Too busy cataloging ingredients, you don’t notice Vergil standing near the kitchen entryway.

“Okay,” you say to yourself out loud, pushing the phone further up the counter so you can pull the bowl and whisk to you. “Beat by hand for two minutes.”

“What are you making?”

An embarrassingly high pitched squeal escapes you before you can stop it. Spinning around, you see Nero’s dad gazing at you in amusement although his face remains stoic.

“Oh my gosh,” you hold your hand over your heart. “I-I didn’t hear you come in. You scared me to death.”

“Apologies,” he lets his lips quirk up, a shadow of a grin. “It was not my intention.”

Blowing out a short breath, you shake your head. “No, I mean I know you didn’t mean to. And, uh, I’m just baking lemon scones. Nero picked up some ingredients for me earlier, but he’s off getting the rest right now.”

He steps closer, eyes dragging down your body before flicking up to your mixing bowl. “And do you require any assistance?”

His low tone has you biting your bottom lip, watching when his eyes catch on the movement. “Uh, s-sure, I mean if you don’t mind.”

He graces you with a half smile, “I would not have offered otherwise. Tell me how you need me.”

Your skin feels hot and a nervous sweat breaks out across your hairline. Aside from a few stuttered words, you’re able to explain to Vergil and in no time you both are working side by side in quiet harmony.

His hands catch your eyes; pianist hands, you think. Long dexterous fingers offset by pale skin with blue veins snaking their way from his knuckles up his forearms. You want to sink your teeth into his skin. It’s unfair how good he looks. 

You’ve only spent a little bit of time with Nero’s father; it’s mostly been with his friends and girlfriend. Vergil, you’ve noticed, is quiet—more prone to reading in the soft lamplight of the living room than loud conversation. Nico says Nero is much more like his uncle (“A loud mouthed braggart to paraphrase Vergil,“ Nico snickered). So lost in thought, you almost miss him speaking.

“This is nice,” he murmurs at you, side-eying you before glancing back at his hands.

Smiling down at the mixing bowl, you nod. “It is.”

“I am..” his mouth purses, like he’s tasting out the word he’s searching for, “glad Nero invited you.”

At his admission, you turn to fully look at his side profile. A straight nose with strong cheekbones—he notices you looking and turns to face you, shifting your view onto his sharp eyes and Cupid’s bow mouth.

His thumb comes up to brush against your cheek, hand cupping your jaw, and you gasp. Heart tripping over itself in your chest, you feel rooted to the spot, trapped by indecision and nerves. The heat from his hand draws you in, head angling toward his palm. 

“You have a streak of flour,” his low voice sends butterflies fluttering in your chest.

Your lips part and his eyes flick from your gaze down to your mouth. Before anything else happens, the side door of the kitchen swings open with a bang, Nero cursing under his breath as he steps through. Vergil easily slips away from you, turning back to the kitchen counter. Hands clenching at your sides, you try to calm your nerves, pulling in a deep breath before shakily letting it out. 

Nero drops a small paper bag on the counter next to Vergil. “Did she rope you into it, too?”

He grins at you and you flip him off. 

“Nooo,” you roll your eyes with a sigh. “He volunteered.” 

“More like volun-told,” Nero laughs, holding up his hands as you reach over to push his arm.

“Why don’t you make like a tree and beat it?” You grouse.

A soft chuckle meets your ears, and you shoot a quick look at Vergil and catch his amused expression.

Nero sighs, “Well, I know when I’m not wanted. I just came to drop off the rest of it, gotta meet up with Nico to look over some project.”

Nodding, you watch as Nero heads out the way he came in. “Tell her hi from me.”

“Will do!” He waves without looking, shutting the door behind him.

A slightly awkward silence rings out after Nero’s departure. Clearing your throat, you turn back to the work space. 

“Okay, so where were we?”

Vergil tilts his head at you, “I believe you were waiting on Nero’s delivery in order to continue.”

“Right,” you smile, embarrassment warming your chest.

You try to reach over Vergil to grab the bag Nero left when he shifts out of the way; nearly losing your balance, he braces your hips and twists the same time you step forward, leaving you pinned between his firm body and the counter. Nervous excitement has your palms sweating as you grip the countertop. 

“Apologies,” you can feel the rumble of his voice from where your back presses against his chest. 

A warm, woodsy smell encompasses you; the scent of bergamot and birch with an undertone of cloves. It sends a pulse of need through your core. Your fingertips tingle, arousal thrumming heavily in your veins. Belatedly, you realize he now has both hands on your hips. Where Vergil presses against you, he’s warm, the kind of heat that seeps into your bones and keeps you.

His lips brush across the side of your neck, as faint as butterfly wings, sending chills to race down your spine.

Lips touch the shell of your ear. “Is this.. okay?”

“More than,” you breathe out in reply. 

In one fluid motion, he turns you around and lifts you up, seating you on the kitchen counter. The gain in height only makes you a few inches taller than the older man in front of you. Running your fingers up across his chest, your hands come to rest on his shoulders. His lips quirk into a half smile and it makes your heart thud heavily in anticipation. 

His hands slide from your hips down to your thighs, palms a hot brand against the skin. Attempting to squeeze them closed, he clicks his tongue, thumbs digging into the dough of your thighs. 

“Relax,” he breathes out, stepping even closer—his clothes rasp against your bare legs and makes you shiver.

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, and he leans forward with a soft groan. 

“Tempting me with this sinful little mouth,” his words send a pulsing throb to your clit. “Shall I sample a taste?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper, eyes dilating, fingers curling into his sweater to anchor yourself. 

Molten heat, like sun warmed honey, drips down your throat. Hungrily, he parts your lips, tongue slipping inside to taste you. Eyes fluttering closed, the dark may hide your sight but the feel of him surrounds you. His hands grip onto your thighs more tightly, a delicious bite of pain that makes your cunt clench around nothing. 

He whispers something against your lips when he pulls away, but kisses you again before you can ask what. Vergil’s tongue slides into your mouth like he owns it. He kisses slow and deep, taking his time to map out your mouth. You're swept up, unable to think outside of the litany of more more more drumming inside your skull. 

Hands slipping across the back of his neck, your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp earning you a low groan. You greedily swallow it down along with the saliva from his insistent mouth. Rocking forward, you seek out more pleasure for yourself. The zipper on his slacks press against your cunt perfectly, clit swollen and questing for more.

Pulling you closer to the edge, he chuckles against your mouth. His lips drag across your jaw, lightly nipping the skin where it hinges. His tongue and teeth slowly map a trail across your neck. Slick saturates the gusset of your panties, pussy feeling hot. Your hand blindly reaches down and gropes him through his slacks and he grunts, fingers squeezing the fat of your thighs. 

“Let me take you to bed,” he mumbles into your neck, dropping a small kiss to your skin. 

“Okay,” you whisper against his hair. Lifting his head, he kisses you again, soft and wet. 

It seems like you only blink, and you find yourself in his bedroom. You don’t really take much in except for the bed, a large mahogany centered against the wall. Feeling him at your back, your trembling legs take you over the mattress. Laying down, a whiff of cloves and bergamot steals into your nose.

Recognizing the smell from earlier in the kitchen, his sheets are saturated with it, making you bury your face into them. Breathing in makes you dizzy with want. 

“Let me see your face, lovely one,” he coos, strong hands gripping your waist to flip you onto your back. “Such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“Vergil,” you whimper, legs parting, allowing him to slot himself between your thighs.

He kisses you, rough and heated, tongue slipping into your mouth before coaxing your own past his lips. Sucking the wet muscle, his canines press down gently, sending a pulsing want through your clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair and tug on the light strands. Whining, your hips roll up, grinding along the bulge pressing against the apex of your thighs. 

Vergil sits back, hands dragging down your body. The knuckles of one his hands rubs across the seam of your lounge shorts, rubbing soft circles against the material, pressing it into your clit. 

“I can feel how hot and needy you are,” he murmurs, blue eyes blown out in arousal. “May I?”

At your nod, his fingers slip into the band of your shorts and underwear, tugging them both down and off at the same time. Strings of slick cling to the gusset of your panties before snapping when he pulls them away. 

“Look at you,” he groans. “Such a slick little cunt.”

“Fuck,” you whimper, thighs twitching with the effort to keep them open.

Kneeling between your thighs, he drops a kiss at the bend of your right knee before slowly trailing kisses with the soft hint of teeth up your thigh. Skipping over your soaked slit, he presses kisses into your left thigh, leaving off with a gentle bite to your leg. 

Hands grasping at his sheets, you writhe and whimper, hips jumping up to tempt his plush mouth to kiss your dripping pussy. He smirks up at you, mouth nipping at the junction of your thigh and cunt. 

“Please, Vergil,” you pant, letting go of the sheets to run your hands through his hair. 

“So sweet.” His fingers wrap around your wrist and tugs your hand to his mouth, kissing the inside of your wrist.

His teeth sink into soft skin, lips and tongue roughly sucking a mark onto your wrist. Clit throbbing with the dull pain from his mouth, your free hand claws at his shoulder, head tilting back with a whine. Letting go with an audible pop, his tongue laps at the teeth indentations left on your skin. 

“Now, to taste that hot little cunt,” he murmurs, kissing the mark one more time before dropping his head back down to your thighs.

The breath leaves your lungs in a gusty moan. Vergil’s tongue glides along your slit, ending with a soft kiss to your clit. With a groan, he buries his face into your cunt, tongue parting your slick folds to lick into your drippy hole. His hands frame your pussy, thumbs pulling your lips apart, allowing him to lick into you deeper. You clench down on his hot tongue, eyes rolling back when he chuckles against your sensitive cunt. 

Pulling away with an obscene slurp, his tongue laps upward until he can circle your pudgy clit. Shifting one hand, he softly pulls back the hood of your clit, kitten licking the swollen bud until you’re scratching his shoulders and keening loudly. Humming, his blue eyes gaze up your body, and it makes your core burn hot. Flattening his tongue, he licks a broad stripe across your clit, and it sends more slick leaking from your pussy.

“Feels so good,” you gasp, nails sinking into his soft sweater. Tears clump your lashes together. 

“You taste good,” he mumbles against your pussy. “Like ambrosia.”

His tongue presses back inside, hungrily tasting your cunt, strong nose rubbing across your fat clit. Moaning, your toes curl from the pleasure humming through your body.

“Please, I need you,” you keen, “I need you inside me.”

“You need what inside you?” He pulls away with a suckling kiss to your clit. 

Blinking the wetness from your eyes, you tighten your grip onto his shoulders, lightly pulling him upward. 

“Your cock,” you whimper, lips parting when he presses his mouth to your jaw. You can feel his lips curve into a grin.

“Good girl,” his low voice washes over you as he kisses the apple of your cheek.

He sits back on his haunches, hands stretching behind his head to grasp his sweater. Tugging it off in one fluid motion, strands of hair messily falling around his face while he drops the sweater into the floor. Biting your lip, your eyes greedily take in his toned chest and stomach. Your hands unconsciously reach out to drag down his sternum. Eyes following your hand, they drop down to his lap, tracing the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric.

Flushed with heat, you bite your bottom lip, blown out gaze meeting his own. Palm pressing flat to his abdomen, you slide down to cup him through his slacks. A low sound escapes him from deep in his throat; it makes your clit throb. His hands quickly undo his pants, tugging them down his muscled thighs. Your mouth waters, a whine slipping out to see him bare before you since he’s not wearing anything underneath. 

“The way you look at me drives me crazy,” his raspy tone sends chills across your skin. 

He fists his cock with one hand while the other one moves up to your face, brushing a thumb across your bottom lip. Pressing forward, the digit slips into your mouth, pinning your tongue down as he cups your chin with his forefinger. Whimpering, you hollow your cheeks, sucking on his thumb softly, inner thighs trying to close but stopped by his body centered between your legs.

Letting go of your face, he swipes his wet thumb across his leaking tip before popping it back into your mouth. Salty musk floods your mouth and you moan, eyelashes fluttering as you run your tongue all around his thumb, lapping the precum up greedily. Tugging the digit free from your mouth, he smears your spit all across your lips. 

“I’m very eager to be inside you, to stretch you open until you cry,” his eyes are nearly black, pupils swallowing up the blue until it’s a thin ring.

Reaching down, you grasp the hemline of your shirt and tug it up. Vergil joins you in removing your clothing, nimble fingers undoing your bra and slipping it away from your body. His hands grope your tits, thumbs brushing over your stiff nipples and making you cry out pitifully.

“So sensitive, too,” he murmurs, more to himself; his eyes take in your naked body before snapping up to meet your gaze. “Aren’t you a sweet treat?”

A shadow of a smile flits across his face; if you had blinked you would’ve missed it. His head dips down and he drops a kiss to your sternum. Breath hitching in your chest, your hands drop to the sheets to grip them tightly. His lips trail across your breasts, taking his time to kiss and lick each one. Sinking his teeth into the underside of your left breast, you keen softly, thighs falling open even further. 

Suckling at your nipples, Vergil reaches down and grasps his cock, rubbing it across your soaked slit. The slick dripping from your pussy costs his dick, letting him easily grind against you. Fingers circling the base, he grips his cock and slaps it down onto your cunt, aiming the tip to graze at your swollen clit.

“Oh, please,” you gasp, hole clenching around nothing. 

Ghosting his teeth against your hard nubs, he continues to suck on your nipples. His wet lips grail from one stiff peak to the next, blue eyes slitted in pleasure. Using his thumb, he presses the head of his cock against your hole. 

“I can feel you trying to suck me in already,” his lips brush against the soft skin of your breasts.

Notching his cock at your fluttering pussy, he slowly pushes inside with a low groan. He buries his face into your neck, strands of hair tickling your jaw. 

“I-it’s too big,” you pant, hands moving to claw at his shoulders. “Oh, god, it’s so good.”

He growls at your words, hips rocking into you harder than before. Your breath slips from you, the total feeling of fullness overtaking your senses—cunt stuffed with Vergil’s thick length.   

He laces your fingers together, palm to palm, heart line to heart line; you can’t stop yourself from kissing him, helplessly, irrevocably ruined on his cock. 

“Doing so well, taking me so deep.” He licks the shell of your ear, and you shudder, clenching down on his dick. “Snug little pussy feels like she was made for me.”

You’re unable to stop yourself from babbling, “Please, please, feels so good, you’re so big, please, I need it, I need it so bad.”

“Hush,” he coos, kissing the corner of your eye, tasting the salt from your tears. “I won’t leave you wanting, my sweet.”

The heat is suffocating; the heat pulsing through your veins, the heat buried in your cunt, the heat from his body pressing you down down down into his bedding. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” His grip tightens around your hands. “I can feel this needy hole suckling at my cock.”

Whine smothered by his tongue licking into your mouth, your eyes roll back, climax washing over your body like a slow rolling wave. He keeps up the smooth rocking thrusts that have his pelvis grinding perfectly into your swollen clit.

“Good girl,” he drops kisses across your cheekbones and the corner of your lips. “Milking my cock so perfectly.”

Nails digging into the backs of his hands, your legs squeeze his waist, pussy clamping down on his dick, post climax tremors racking your body. He bites down on your neck, and you rock your hips, grinding his cock deeper into your pussy.

“I shouldn’t cum inside you,” Vergil whispers against your neck, voice wrecked. “It's not responsible.”

“Don’t care,” you plead with him. “Want it, want you to cum inside me.”

He groans, hips thrusting harder, cock easily slipping in and out of your sopping wet pussy.

“I’ll spill so deep inside you.” He drags one set of your clasped hands down your body to press into your abdomen. “You’ll feel it, so hot and thick.. my cum breeding your needy cunt.”

Your pussy walls flutter and squeeze down on his cock, slick coating his cock as his words fan your arousal from smoldering embers to a blazing flame. 

“Vergil, please.” Sounding like a broken record, you beg him for more. “You can cum in me as much as you want.”

He growls, teeth sinking into your shoulder. 

“Yes, fuck,” you choke out, tears beading your lash line. “Mark me up, do whatever you want.”

“You must stop offering me such delightful gifts,” he groans. “I’ll keep you full all night.”

He presses your hands more tightly against your lower abdomen.

“You’ll be dripping for days.”

With a low grunt that makes your cunt pulse, he flips you two over without pulling out. Now, his back is to the mattress with you sitting atop his lap. Your cunt flutters wildly around his dick, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat.

“Look at you,” his eyes are dark, drawing you in easily. “So lovely.”

Moaning, you eagerly bounce on his cock; Vergil laces your hands together again, helping you brace yourself. Biting your bottom lip, you roll your hips faster, grinding his cock along your g-spot and making your pussy gush so much slick it drips down his balls. 

You want to cum; you want to cum so bad. He feels so good inside you, you think you might go crazy. He’s thick, stretching you open on that perfect edge of almost too much and just enough. His fat tip keeps knocking into your womb, the pleasurepain skittering down your spine and making your eyes water. He has to cum inside you. 

You think you say as much out loud since he gives you one of those hidden smiles, wicked eyes promising you pleasure. He thrusts upward, cock rutting into your squelching cunt with deep, steady strokes. He bunches your hands together so he can clasp them in one of his, using the other to loosely grasp your neck and pull you down. Your noses bump before he nips your bottom lip. 

“Are you going to cum for me, dear heart? Squeeze me until I spill all sticky, sweet inside your perfect cunt?” He whispers against your lips, the words stealing into your mouth and settling deep into your core.

Pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, his tongue slides into your mouth, flicking against yours. You whine, pussy clamping down on his cock, climax beginning to crest inside you once again.

“That’s it, let me feel you,” Vergil coaxes, voice low and silky. “Cum for me.”

His hand moves from your neck down between your bodies to lightly rub across your clit. Pussy clenching, your grind down onto his cock and whimper. A few more soft circles against your pudgy bud and you’re cumming again. Moaning his name, your body flinches and shudders, orgasm buzzing through your senses until all you can feel is him.

“Do you still want me to fill you?” He asks, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.

“Yes, yes, please, Vergil.” You nod, body still trembling. He groans and kisses you with fervor, hands gripping your hips so tightly it stings. 

Cunt dripping your cum and slick, Vergil’s cock fills you over and over until he buries himself inside your soft, fluttering walls. Groaning, his head falls back to the mattress, eyes clenched shut, his balls pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside your pussy.

Slumping forward, your nose presses uncomfortably against his collarbone. His hands loosen their grip and he runs his fingertips across your back and side, raising chillbumps in their wake. Humming, you tilt your head and kiss his neck.

“Such a sweet girl,” he rumbles in your ear.

Your eyes drift closed, and it’s not until you feel movement that you realize you have even fallen asleep. 

“I did not mean to wake you.” Vergil shifts you in his arms. You can feel his spend oozing from your puffy cunt sending a frisson of heat through your clit. 

Shaking your head, you ease yourself up onto your feet. “I need to go clean up.”

His eyes drag down your naked body to see the mess he left between your thighs. His cock flexes, but stays soft. 

“Shall I accompany you to the bath?” 

Feeling shy and a little intimidated, you nod. “That would be nice.”

He ushers you into his en suite bathroom, fussing over the towels and water temperature before finally settling you both under the shower spray. Vergil lathers you in his body wash, being careful to wash every inch of your skin. You hum, eyes closed and totally relaxed. Soft kisses are pressed into your shoulders and neck. Between the warmth of his body and the drumming heat of the water, you think to yourself it’s quite easy to fall for someone like Vergil.

Once he finishes with you, he sets to cleaning  himself. Vergil bats your hands away from helping him wash off. He keeps it perfunctory, just a quick and thorough cleaning before he’s pressing back against you in the water, lips seeking yours out. You look up at him, his hair beaten down by the water and making him look younger. Fingers running through his wet strands, you slick it back. 

“You’re really handsome,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed and juvenile once the words escape you.

He grasps the wrist marked by his teeth and drops a soft kiss to your palm. 

“And you are unequivocally lovely.” His blue eyes never waver from your gaze. “You have bewitched me quite easily.”

His hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing across your cheek bones. “Would it be forward of me to ask for a courtship?”

You laugh, blinking the water from your eyes. “Kind of did things a bit backwards, huh?”

His lips tic into a half smile. “Yes, a bit backwards.”

Smiling, you slip your arms around his shoulders. “I’d love to go out with you.” Pausing, your eyes dart to the side, a frown pinching your brow. “You don’t think it’s weird I’m Nero’s friend?”

“As long as you do not find it odd that I’m his father,” he jokes, and it makes you smile up at him again.

“Then, it’s settled,” you stretch up on your toes to kiss his nose.

A huff of laughter escapes him before he kisses you sweetly. His hands still cup your jaw, keeping your head angled perfectly for him to deepen the kiss into something hot and heavy. After a few minutes of making out under the shower spray, you both begin to feel the water cooling off. 

“Let’s get out.” He kisses you one last time, a quick peck to your lips, before shutting the water off and stepping out of the shower.

Returning quickly, he wraps a towel around you and gently dries you off. Once you’re ready, he drops the towel and has you put on one of his bathrobes. It’s too long in the sleeves and the hem touches the floor, but it’s soft and comfortable. He towels off quickly, eyes never straying too far from you. You watch him, with a dopey smile on your face you’re sure. 

After cinching the towel around his waist, Vergil runs a hand through his damp hair, brushing it back from his face except for a few strands that stubbornly refuse to move. 

“Let’s find you something to wear.” He tugs the end of the robe’s sleeve. “But it seems like my clothes may wear a bit long on you.”

You shrug, following him back into the bedroom. “I can head back to my room and—”

“Nonsense,” he cuts you off. “Especially since you’ll be sleeping in here, there is no reason to leave the room for tonight.”

“Oh!” Surprise suffuses your features.

“Did you think I would have you leave?” A nonplussed look combined with an eyebrow raise leaves you feeling sheepish. 

“I didn’t think about it honestly,” you smile awkwardly. “But I’m more than happy to stay.”

“Good,” he tugs you in for a kiss before guiding you over to his closet. “I have a few items you can wear comfortably.”

Walking into the closet, he moves over to a built in wardrobe, leaving you to look around the space. You wander over to a tall mirror seated into the wall. Vergil turns with a shirt in hand and sees you admiring the ornate frame.

“It was a gift from my mother,” he says conversationally, stepping behind you.

“It’s gorgeous,” you smile at him through the reflected surface.

“Thank you,” he nods, then holds up the shirt. “May I?”

“Oh, sure,” you go to turn and he stops you.

One hand undoes your robe and lets it fall to the floor; his nostrils flare, eyes dragging down your naked body. Surprisingly, he doesn’t do anything more than help slip the shirt over your head. The fabric is soft and it smells like him, making your heart beat fast. He smoothes it down your body, hands resting on your hips.

Vergil pushes up against you and you bite your lip to feel his cock rutting against your thigh. 

“Like what you see?” You tease, lifting the hem of the shirt from where it falls against your upper thighs, barely concealing your naked cunt.

“Always,” he nips your earlobe, hands drifting under your shirt to pull it up over your breasts.

He pinches your nipples and your head falls against his chest. Mewling, you rock back against his chubbed cock. One hand groping your tits, he slips the other away to undo his robe. Vergil’s hand then grasps your hip, thumb digging into your lower back. Notching his cock at your pussy, he swipes through the slick leaking from your hole. 

“So eager,” his svelte voice fills your ears the same time he sinks inside your wet pussy.  

He pins you to the mirror, the cool glass almost too much for your hard nipples. He pistons his cock harder into you, smushing your tits into the reflected glass. Face turned to the side, your breath fogs the mirror with each gasping pant. Your reedy moans and his soft grunts fill the closet space; long deep strokes of his cock send pleasure surging through your body. You’re still so sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take long to push you to the edge.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Spread open and perfect. Taking me so well.”

“Vergil,” you whimper, eyes fluttering with every bump against your cervix.

“Do you know how delectable it is that you can cum like this?” He rumbles, raspy tone making you clench down on him. “I don’t even need to touch your pretty clit, just fill this slick cunt with my cock until you’re cumming around me.”

“Oh, god, I’m so close, please,” you babble, spit smearing against the mirror from your parted lips. 

He shifts his grip from your hips to your ass, squeezing hard enough for fat to dimple between his fingers. Grunting, he fucks into you even harder, cock splitting you open with every deep stroke. His drippy tip bumps into the opening of your womb and sends pleasure careening through your veins. Pressure builds up in your core and you twist your hips, trying to change the angle of Vergil’s dick. 

“W-wait, I’m—I think I’m gonna pee,” embarrassment makes your voice squeaky. “Vergil, please, I don’t wanna make a mess.”

He grunts, hips thrusting harder. “Let yourself go. I promise it will be fine. Your sweet cunt is just feeling good.”

Hands pushing at the mirror, you raise up but the angle only drives his cock in deeper, the head nailing your cervix and making your legs tremble. Clit pulsing, the tight band of arousal centered in your core finally snaps. Slick gushes around Vergil’s cock, nearly pushing him out of your pussy. Pussy walls flutter and pulse around his thick length, sucking him further into your soaked cunt.

“Perfect girl,” he groans, leaning forward to bite and kiss your neck. “Look at you squirting for me.”

Your watery eyes turn to your reflection and you take in your fucked out expression. Eyes moving from yours to Vergil, you watch him in the mirror. His eyes meet yours and he smirks.

“Didn’t that feel good?” He coos. “Now, rub that sweet, swollen clit. Let’s make you feel even better.”

Feeling wrung out, you sluggishly do as he says. Your fingers rub your clit in soft circles and your pussy flutters around his cock.

“Perfect,” he whispers, burying his face against your shoulder, teeth biting into the muscle. “So lovely.”

You whimper and whine, pussy swollen and sensitive and yet you still want to cum for Vergil, let him feel you squeeze down on his cock. He continues biting into your shoulders, breath hot on your neck when he finally raises his head to stare at you in the mirror.

“I’m close,” he murmurs. “Are you ready for my seed? Ready for me to spill inside you.. right here?” One hand slides up to press his palm flat to your lower abdomen. “Cum inside you so deep, you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Please, please,” you beg, tears clumping your lashes together. “I want you to cum inside me. Please, Vergil, please.”

“How can I deny such a sweet request?” He hums.

His hand joins yours, fingertips strumming across your clit and sending electricity zinging through your brain. He kisses a sensitive spot on your neck that leaves you shuddering, and he latches onto the skin, teeth and tongue working to leave a mark. Cock brushing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his fingers playing with your pudgy clit sends you spiraling into another orgasm. 

“Utterly perfect,” he growls, letting your walls milk his cock as you slump into the mirror, climax wiping out your muscles. 

Reaching under your thighs, Vergil hooks your legs over his forearms and lifts you up. Too tired to care, he spreads you open, showing you both where he’s splitting you open. Grunting, he fucks you, cock barely pulling out before filling you once more. It doesn’t take long for him to drop you down onto his dick as he thrusts up, stilling with a low groan. Hot spurts of cum coat your pussy walls, making you gasp and clench down on his cock. 

“Such a good girl,” he moans in your ear and your hole clamps down on him even harder.

Grunting, he pumps his cock slowly in and out, spurting the rest of his thick, sticky load into your cunt. There’s so much, you can see some of it bubble out from around his cock. When Vergil finally pulls out, his dick is coated in your slick and his spend; a quick glance at your hole shows it completely stuffed with his cum.

Feeling self conscious, you squirm in his hold. “Y-you can put me down now.”

He chuckles and it sends butterflies through your chest.

“I rather like this view,” he noses against your ear before kissing the shell.

His half hard cock rubs against your ass and you whimper.

“Maybe we should call it a night, hmm?”

You nod, watching as Vergil continues to nuzzle against your ear. He turns his attention back to you, eyes locking on yours in the mirror. 

“So much for that shower,” you mumble, surprising him enough he barks out a laugh.

“Apologies,” he kisses your cheek. “Should we have another?”

Shaking your head, you turn your head to kiss his temple. “No sense. I have a feeling we’d only end up this way again.”

“I fear you are right,” he kisses you before slowly lowering your legs down to the floor. Clicking your tongue, you wince at the thick glob of cum oozing from your pussy. 

“Bend over,” he suddenly orders and you have no reason to resist. 

He spreads your cunt and slides his tongue into your messy hole.

“Vergil,” you squeal. 

“Hush,” he pats your ass and you bite your lip. “I’m cleaning up my mess.”

Overly sensitive, you moan quietly, feeling every swipe of his probing tongue as he licks his cum out of your pussy. Once he can’t taste any more dripping out of you, Vergil pulls away, dropping one last kiss to your lower back before standing up. 

Once more, he smoothes down the shirt he picked out for you to wear to bed, eyes warm in and otherwise stoic expression. 

“Now shall we head to bed?”

You laugh, legs shaky enough that Vergil wraps a hand around your waist to let you lean against him.

“Are we going to bed? Or are we going to bed?” You raise your eyebrows at him, amusement coloring your voice.

“Both,” he deadpans, and you snort before covering your mouth. 

“How is that funny?” He murmurs, grabbing your waist and manhandling you down onto the bed.

His hands brush your thighs and your hips, seeking out any ticklish spots. Laughing, you sink your hands into his hair and guide him up to your mouth for a kiss. He sighs against your lips, and you whimper to taste yourself on his tongue.

Pulling away, he glances down at your bare thighs. “Shall I procure undergarments?”

“No, thank you.” You run your hands down his neck to his shoulders. “I don’t think I’ll need any.”

His shoulders twitch under your hands as he breathes out a soft laugh.

“Are you suggesting that I cannot keep my hands to myself?”

“I’m suggesting,” you whisper against his mouth, “that I don’t mind if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He licks into your mouth, groans muffled against your tongue. Hot, open mouthed kisses simmer down to sweet, soft presses of his lips until he finally pulls back.

“As delightful as another round would be, we should attempt to sleep,” he sighs, forehead pressing against your temple.

“Mmm hmm,” you agree readily, your body starting to feel how tired you truly are. “No complaints from me.”

Anxiety had nearly vanished, and there was nothing in-between the enclosed space of your bodies afterwards.

Despite the hardened and intense sheen within his eyes, Vergil had been nothing if not gentle with the way he touched you. And when it came to the moment you wanted to take a step further in your relationship, he kept that same semblance – if not somewhat wary in the way his hands sat on your waist, holding you like he was afraid you’d break from too much pressure that his muscles were used to applying. You’d been grateful he let you set your own pace, starting with fleeting touches and chaste kisses, but when his fingers were two knuckles deep and your walls were fluttering around him as he curled three fingers into you, you found it incredibly hard to resist any longer on what you wanted him to take from you. Your whimpers in his ear spurred him on, teeth and lips nipping and sucking at the exposed skin of your shoulders and collarbones as he went on, but it soon came to a moment where you knew it wouldn’t be enough and he’d desire for what you wanted to give to him.

Vergil’s mouth found yours again, hot and needy as a gentle nibble accompanied his newfound desire, and your fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck as it pulled a growl from the back of his throat. He only pulled back from your face far enough to mumble messily against your lips, “More.” 

“More what?” you sighed, feeling yourself clench around his fingers once more as he flexed them and pulled you further into his lap. His head shook, nose rubbing along your throat, and you could feel the tension of his thighs underneath as he held himself back.

“You.”

It was enough to make you spiral, and your own desire coated on his fingers agreed with the sentiment.

Fingers lifted to pull down the straps and negligee you wore, silky and unburdened by his hands, as your chest was exposed – yet, not for the first time. You could feel him throb underneath you, his own arousal digging up into your thighs as it twitched to beg for relief. Letting go of him for just a moment, you pulled back enough to tug at buckle of his belt, a small hiss blown through the cracks of his teeth as he leant back a fraction to allow you access to taking it off of him. It wasn’t hard to get it off of him, your ears burning at the sound of the zipper’s teeth whining as you pulled it down and freed him, and then with what you had learned from friends you rubbed yourself up along his length in shaky strokes, slicking up his cock since the size was to gawk at and something you needed more preparation for.

Vergil’s voice – usually as soft as the moonlight looked shining along his skin –  was blunt, rough, and grounded as he grunted into your neck, “Don’t stop.”

You obliged as your nerves began wane into the fog of desire, grateful for how he continued to let you do what you wanted. Feeling bold as Vergil was pliant and under your control you lined his cock up with your pussy, lifting yourself up ever-so slightly away from his hold before you began to gradually lower yourself onto him – a sting and wince as you felt the engorged tip of him split your flesh open. The fear from before of it sounding like some horror story due to the pain of it briefly entered your mind, before you went slow and pushed yourself onto him inch by inch as it only reduced itself as the time passed. Maybe it was Vergil himself soothing you, or maybe it was your paranoia receding back into your mind, but the pain was absent as you latched yourself to him.

Vergil held you with a firm grasp, letting you seat yourself onto him as slow as you needed to be, but it was borderline painful not to move the moment you fully slid him within you. You twitched and sighed, and when you started to lift yourself off of him and dropped your hips back down in slow yet agonizing roll, he let out a soft growl. It seemed too much for him to not move, a shudder his body and burn in his skin as he lifted his hips gently to meet yours, just enough to get a little deeper than when you first took him. The reaction was instantaneous within you both, his fingers dug deep divots into the fabric of your lingerie in a bid to control himself, your moan raising the hair on the back of his neck as you felt the urge to grind yourself so hard it broke all momentum and softness between you both. His head shook again, then you could feel the shudder he gave vibrate into your chest as his fingers twisted into the hem of your gown.

"Again," he groaned completely breathless, and you whined into his burning skin. Vergil was never too open with his wants and needs with you, often showing it through his actions instead, so to hear him become so vulnerable in his desire for your touch… You felt so powerful in that moment, like you weren’t the one who was the inexperienced virgin, and perhaps Vergil was doing that for your benefit as a heat bloomed within your heart. You felt as though you could nearly come undone from that alone, and you began move with purpose with the need to hear his voice again… and again.

With swollen lips and a slight ache in your shoulder from Vergil’s teeth there was a rush of heat within your mind that made you falter in your movements, the upwards jerk of his hips afterwards reminding you to maintain your focus. Fresh silk on worn leather you found yourself lost within his lap, legs locked around his hips with your toes pointed into the sheets while an arm anchored you to him as the hold was possessive as it was needy the closer he pulled you to him. He continued to hold himself back, but you could tell from the tremor along his abdomen as you grew closer and his finger mimicked a drawing atop your clit that it wasn’t going to be a drawn experience for the both of you.

It was too much haziness within you, too much heat, so much of Vergil with his cock thrusting inside you, his fingers on your clit, his sighs pressed into your mouth and cheeks, and the way he was trying so hard to not flip you over and plow you into the mattress like you know he wanted to so bad. You weren’t sure when you picked up the pace, but Vergil was vocal about it, and when a particular snarl purred out from the back of his throat and he rolled his hips up a fraction as his finger pressed headily down on your clit, it was no wonder you didn’t last long at all.

With no warning, your body suddenly jerked atop of him, shivering and shuddering with ecstasy as something within your body clenched and let itself go for euphoria. Your moans were bouncing off the walls as your fingers clawed into his shoulders, completely unaware of him finding his own speed to follow after you as you pussy pulsed and tightened on its own as he did so. It wasn’t long until he was joining you with a strangled grunt, teeth surprisingly soft in your flesh as he did his best to hold back the rising volume of his growls and groans to keep you at peace. You wiggled at the foreign, yet welcoming feeling of his cum seeping up into you, a new feeling completion within you as you began to sag in his arms and his arms slipped around you in an embrace to keep you tied to him.

And quiet as always with his consolation, you felt Vergil’s hand come up and caress the back of your head with a sigh, and then even then you could still sense the bout of urgency within him for more. You smiled over his shoulder and bit your lip as he twitched within you, then with the newfound confidence you hadn’t possessed while a virgin you rolled your hips experimentally with a small shudder in your sensitive body. Vergil’s reaction was abrupt, and you knew then by the way his body tensed and his lips skimmed along your ear, you knew what he wanted…

More.

Another time, and you’d let him have his way.