#sleeping sides (queue)

Far be it for Deceit to disappoint. “No, I don’t know what you mean.” Deceit cut his eyes to the side, turning the left side of his face away from Virgil. Smirking, Virgil reached out and cupped the lying side’s face. Deceit froze, his heart starting to race. Ever so slightly, Virgil scraped his nails against the scales on Deceit’s cheek. 

Gritting his teeth, Deceit swallowed a sound, reaching up to push at Virgil’s hand. “Don’t,” Deceit started, but Virgil’s gaze hardened, and Deceit knew telling him what to do wasn’t going to end well. Slowly closing his mouth, Deceit looked down. 

“Good,” Virgil murmured, this time extending his fingers to scratch down Deceit’s face, moving slow and deliberate. A shudder jumped down Deceit’s back, goosebumps covering his skin. He shut his eyes when Virgil leaned forward, warm breath fanning across Deceit’s scales. A quiet whine escaped Deceit, and Virgil smirked. Tilting his head, he nipped at the scales that crept down Deceit’s neck. Deceit flinched, putting his hands on Virgil’s chest. 

“Virgil, this doesn’t hurt,” Deceit whispered, torn between it feeling good, and feeling so good it hurt. It was too much, when Virgil got like this. Virgil chuckled, reaching down between Deceit’s legs. Deceit flushed hotly when Virgil discovered his arousal.