Pickman’s Muse

I know a lot of you out there seem to write Vergil as this very serious hardcore dom…but I just don’t see it. This is the man who needs someone to be the focus of his loyalty, his devotion.

Vergil doesn’t care so much about whether he’s top or bottom—our boy’s a switch if you ask me—he just wants to do whatever pleases you most. Service top? Sure. Service bottom? He’s down. But if you really push him to tell you what he wants, he’ll eventually admit he just wants to worship you.

Vergil is the kind of partner who refuses to cum before you do. He takes it as a point of pride, actually, if he can get you to orgasm twice for every one of his. And yes, no matter what equipment you have, he can and will take it in his mouth as many times as you’ll let him. Vergil strikes me as demisexual—his devotion is slow to build, but absolutely all-consuming when it comes to fruition.

There are definitely some things he desires that are influenced by a childhood in Makai, though. He’ll take some time to admit this, but he’d love you to bite him. Especially if you leave marks. He wants everyone to know you’ve claimed him, and while he won’t explain, if anyone asks about the marks on his neck he’ll just smirk and walk away.

And if you bite his throat while you’re having sex? Doesn’t matter how long or short you’ve been going at it, he will cum on the spot. It’s like a button, honestly.

This goes without saying I think, but he wants to see you. You’re his focus, his center, his North Star. He always wants to be able to see you—especially while you’re fucking him. Missionary’s good, sure, but there’s something primal about when you put him in a mating press. It makes him desperate, and about three times more likely to cry. It’s a release of all the tensions he’s been carrying.

Speaking of which, this man needs praise. He won’t tell you that, naturally, but if the person who’s like a god to him tells him he’s sweet, he’s perfect, he’s good—he will absolutely start crying. Someone who thinks he’s enough, that he’s good, after everything he’s been through? It’s what he needs to hear.

Vergil, surprisingly, isn’t as opposed to PDA as you might think. He doesn’t want it prolonged, he has things to do, but he’s very much on board if you decide you want to kiss him in public. Particularly if you’re letting someone know that he’s yours. He loves that reminder that his devotion is reciprocated. He doesn’t doubt your loyalty or get jealous, but he loves to know that you still want him just as bad as he wants you.

He’s not really a fan of games in the bedroom. To him, this is serious business, because it involves you, and you are what matters most to him. He wants it to be very clear that his love and loyalty is real, and not a joke or game.

Vergil is usually not overly loud in bed—more choked gasps than full moans, and not long ones—but the easiest way to get him to really moan under you is to give him his own medicine. Worship him the way he worships you, and this man is gone.

Vergil’s theatric entrances carry over to sex, too. He very much wants to dress up for you. And he’ll cater to what you like in this department too, but he does have a personal favorite kind of costume, if you can get him to admit it. Draping, semi-transparent fabrics that give him a dramatic, ethereal look that suits him perfectly, but also hides very little from your gaze. Blues and teals and sometimes greens are near his heart, but you can sometimes talk him into purple or white.

And when he learns about body chains? You can bet you’re coming home to find at least three sets of them, with different themes he can pair with his silks. Once you’ve won his devotion, this man won’t skimp on ways to make himself look deliciously good for you.

Vergil has an artistic streak, which means he’ll hate the idea of things he considers trite or ugly in bed—handcuffs, for instance. That said, if you introduce him to shibari, or aerial silks, he will be all over that. He wants to feel beautiful, and if you encourage that, he’ll just melt.

He has a thing for shibari, honestly. Knowing that he could break out, but chooses not to out of the depth of his devotion to you? That gets him every time. It’s a test of his loyalty, and he likes that, because he knows he’ll win.

You have to watch him, though, because this is a man who will try not to use his safeword, at least in the beginning. He wants to please you so bad, he thinks it’s worth pushing himself. When you take his face in your hands and tell him that you want him to be your equal, not your servant, that safewords only work if you use them, he will probably cry a little. After that, he gets it. He wants to be good so desperately.

Vergil has mixed opinions about toys. Crops etc. are a hard no—they remind him too much of certain memories—and so is anything else for pain or punishment. He wants to be good. But things that exacerbate his pleasure, or better yet, yours? Those he loves. No blindfolds, he wants to see you, but he has no objection to certain gags—they make it harder for him to keep in every little noise, which you love.

You better believe his stamina is off the charts. And for a half-Makaian, refractory periods aren’t really a thing. Vergil can—and will, if you spoil him enough—cum ten times in one night. He’ll worry that you aren’t pleasured enough, but when he sees how very, very untrue that is, he’ll give in and let you ruin him. Every once in a while.

Vergil gasps out under you, his muscles trembling as he strains not to break the ropes that hold him spread-eagled on the bed. You’ve decided to tie him for the night. It’s your birthday, and he’s already eaten you out twice, before you could even get him to one orgasm.

You just wanted to spoil him, and he started by spoiling you.

You start at his throat. Butterfly kisses, flirting with the idea of more. He twitches, and you know he’s holding in a whine. So you give him what he wants, and close your teeth around his throat.

That punches a glorious moan out of him, as his chest heaves desperately as his orgasm hits him hard. His cock, pinned between your stomach and his, spurts white cum almost to his own mouth.

Grinning, you sit back on him, staring down at Vergil’s face. His eyes are less focused, the gaze softer and fuzzier, but still fixed on you. Always fixed on you.