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Ever since the beginning of his relationship with Vergil, Dante knew it would never be the typical relationship. Not just because of the taboo part. It wasn’t like Dante could care less about it. He truly didn’t, and as far as he knew, neither did Vergil. It was a problem far more complex than that.
Their relationship was relatively ordinary in certain senses—at least by their standards. They kept it simple; there was no conversation regarding feelings. They both knew somehow; their shared connection from the womb was obvious more often than not.
Instead, their relationship was filled by the usual violence that characterized them. They did jobs together, stayed close to one another, and definitely fought until they ended up falling into bed panting and closing the gap between their bodies—with the only difference of a bloody mess at the end of it.
Sex was always like that, rough and violent; feelings stayed on the sidelines —mostly for Vergil. He didn't seem willing to be submissive during sex. None of them did; although more than half of the time it was Dante giving up. A common ground was only reached until someone won the fight.
For a long time, Dante started to think Vergil was not sentimental at all; or at last, he didn’t show the emotions during sex. But Dante knew there was something beneath Vergil’s cold act; a quiet yearning for affection that he stubbornly refused to indulge.
It wasn’t surprising. Vergil spent decades thinking feelings were vulnerability, weakness interfering with his duty. But once they fall into their relationship, his brother promised to be more open. So, Dante knew he was trying.
It just didn’t happen quite instantly. Vergil rarely revealed more than he was willing to share, and kept the rest carefully hidden behind a well-rehearsed composure.That alone didn’t bother Dante. He could see right through him, reading every one of his brother’s expressions. Yet, Vergil fought the urge to relax around him, even when his own body reacted to intimacy.
After a few weeks, Dante finally began to understand the issue. Beneath the cold façade, Vergil loved physical contact; yearned to be wanted and desired. Perhaps more than anything else; but in a complete different way. Not in the common way normal people reacted.
It just happened to be disclosed by small signs. Dante noticed how the icy blue eyes seemed a little dimmer whenever he left the shop for a few hours; losing their sparkle easily. Almost as a child refusing to let go of his mom.
It happened even when Dante wasn't sticking next to him while he was too absorbed into some boring poetry book. Vergil would stare at him; childishly offended.
The most telling signs emerged unintentionally. In most cases, Vergil wasn’t aware of how he was acting. He’d pout without realizing it whenever Dante didn’t pay attention to him; other times, a little groan would escape him when Dante got up after having been glued to him for over an hour. Small childish displays of dissatisfaction made it quite clear that Vergil was being sincere. Too raw and too vulnerable to be his regular self.
In reality, Vergil sought affection and reassurance as a kid who was denied it from years.
The idea shook Dante quite a bit. It made a mess out of his brain. Looking back, Vergil’s behavior was undeniably adorable, yet it was controlled. A restraint so deeply-rooted that it seemed almost instinctive. Even when he sought comfort, he did so cautiously, as if he were afraid of wanting too much—or asking too much from Dante.
The more Dante thought about it, the more the idea unsettled him. Truth be told, Vergil would never ask for affection out loud; not even company. And maybe starting with small steps would fix the problem gradually.
It was after a grueling job that Dante decided to do something about it. Not that it was anything planned; it was more of an idea that just popped into his face. Quite literally.
He found himself standing in front of a souvenir shop near the city. Some stuffed animals were hanging from the storefront window, and to be completely honest, Dante couldn't resist buying one of them. Naturally it was ridiculous, but Dante thought it would work.
He wasn’t entirely wrong about it. The day Dante brought home that stuffed animal, things became much more obvious. Dante pushed open the office door carrying two bags, a plush rabbit tucked beneath one arm. It wore a small red cloth around its neck, absolutely adorable in Dante’s perspective. Better yet, Dante thought it was perfect for Vergil—or at least a decent substitute for when he couldn't be around.
Vergil didn’t take his eyes off his book. A pair of glasses rested on his nose while his eyes remained fixed on the page. “You’re back” A greeting of acknowledgment left his mouth as he continued reading.
“Missed me already?” Dante asked; although it was his own way of greeting him back
Vergil gave a soft hum; still concentrated on the pages as a faint smile played on his lips.
Dante dropped the bags on the desk and then quickly hid the stuffed animal behind his back.
“Guess what I got for you” Dante snatched the book from Vergil’s hands and playfully smiled.
Vergil arched a brow; not even irritated and very used to Dante’s behavior. “I don’t know, Dante.” He sighed. “What could it possibly be that you are stealing my book?
“I got this little guy just for you.” Dante pushed the plushie towards Vergil. “It has my color and smells like me. Isn’t it cute?” he asked, smiling widely
Vergil froze; blinking slightly and narrowing his blue eyes on the plushie. A faint blush crept across his cheeks as he took the stuffed animal in his hands. He gazed at it from a distance at first, running his fingers over the fabric. The book was pushed aside onto his lap the moment the stuffed animal reached his hands.He seemed filled with curiosity, similar to a kid holding a new toy.
Dante tilted is head, waiting eagerly for an answer “So…what do you think?”
Vergil hesitated. His fingers caressing the fluffy fabric, smoothing the rabbit’s ears. Absently staring at the plushie “It reminds me of you” his voice low. “I like it”
Dante took it as a personal victory as he immediately planted a kiss at the corner of Vergil's lips. The gesture earned him nothing more than a soft sigh, though he considered that a success all the same.
Buzzing happily to himself, Dante headed to the kitchen to organize the rest of the groceries in the cabinets. When he returned, Vergil was curled up with the book in his hand and the stuffed animal clutched tightly to his chest. He held it with an almost protective tenderness, as if it was something precious. His thumb absentmindedly caressed the fabric as he flipped the pages. As if he was not making Dante go crazy over him.
In hindsight, Dante should have known that Vergil loved that stuffed animal too much— he even wondered if Vergil had a weird obsession with the plushie by that point.
The stuffed animal never left his hands; he carried it through every room, though most of the time it stayed in the living room, taking up Vergil’s spot on the couch. Dante thought that prying into the matter would be a threat to his own life, so he never pushed intothe issue.
At least not until a few weeks later.
“You really love that plushie more than me, don’t you?” Dante asked, leaning on his chair behind his desk.
Vergil watched the movement carefully from where he sat on the couch; hesitating before speaking. “No” It came as sharp; a fast denial not allowing space for questions.
Dante looked at him for a brief second; smiling. “No?” Well, you do seem to have a sweet spot for that plushie”
“It’s not the plushie” he admitted. “It’s a reminder that you are around.” Vergil said; brutally honest yet composed.
Dante stopped, glancing at him. “Does it make you happy?”
Vergil avoided his gaze. Faint embarrassment slipping in his facial expression. “It makes my head feel fuzzy”
Dante was left perplexed by the response. From the way Vergil avoided eye contact, he suspected that Vergil was trying to say something else. “Fuzzy, huh? Might as well explain that one for me.”
“I don’t know” Vergil flatly replied. His puzzled expression revealed he was restraining himself about something.
“You absolutely do know” Dante shook his head. “C’mon babe, you can just tell me”.
He saw Vergil’s expression flicker with the words; seemingly struggling to speak his mind. Dante saw it in real time. Vergil gripped the plushie tighter, clenching his jaw, but never looked back at him “Forget it.”
The conversation ended there. Mostly because Dante tried not to push too much. After all, Vergil valued his privacy when it came to certain things. Even so, the fact that the plushie had joined their cuddle sessions in bed made Dante happy enough to let it slide. The reasons behind it were irrelevant.
It took two days more before Vergil finally disclosed the reason. A random day; in their shared bedroom. Dante was just returning home late at night only to find Vergil sat on his own bed; a blanket pulled up to his chest and a book resting beside him. Of course, the plushie remained nestled in the bed as well.
Really an endearing view—and a better confirmation of Dante’s suspicions. Dante found it oddly cute but thought little about it.
“Dante.” Vergil called him; his tone tinged with uncertainty.
“What’s it, babe?” Dante asked, sliding the sleeves of his coat off and hanging it in his closet.
“I need to tell you something.” Vergil looked everywhere in the room. He pulled the blanket aside; although it still covered his legs. His fingers were visibly digging into his sweatpants with force.
“Yeah? Hope you didn’t kill anyone while I was gone.” Dante smirked, sliding his boots off one by one at the edge of the bed.
“It is a serious matter, Dante.” Vergil’s voice came out sharp immediately flashing all the warnings on Dante’s head.
“Alright. Go ahead.” Dante pushed the boots aside. Seriously looking at Vergil this time.
“I want to try something new with you.” Vergil paused for a second, squeezing the plushie with one hand.
He hesitated; pulling the blanket closer. “I was thinking… perhaps we could switch roles in bed”
Dante turned his head, his brows furrowing into a confused expression. “Roles?—...” He paused, tilting his head slightly. The realization suddenly struck him seconds after “As in fucking?”
Dante’s casual tone almost made Vergil want to stab him on the spot. His cheeks warmed at the phrase.
“You’re vulgar as usual.” Vergil inhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to say. “I do not wish to be the older brother. Perhaps we could… switch it”.
Vergil regretted his proposal immediately; he truly wished the floor would swallow him the moment the words left his mouth. He stared at any wall he could find while the awkward silence stretched for seconds that felt like an eternity.
A moment later, Dante reacted. An expected reaction.
He burst out laughing, falling into the bed as he held his stomach.
So that's what it was all about.
Right. The reaction to that stuffed animal. Childish behavior. Pouting but never complaining.
How could Dante be that clueless?
Vergil wanted to be the younger brother. Wanted to be babied and cared for. Most importantly, he wanted Dante to take the responsibility out of his shoulders; until all the pain went away.
Dante should’ve suspected that long time ago.
It clicked instantly.
Vergil frowned in irritation, but it came out as a cute gesture instead “You are mocking me. What’s so funny about it?” The words came out cold and deliberate. A knot immediately formed in his throat trying not to back off now. And maybe he blamed the fuzzy headspace messing with his brain, but the urge to cry grew stronger.
Was this humiliation worth it?
“No, no,” Dante said. His tone still filled with amusement as moved closer to his brother. He finally paused; taking a deep breath “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you liked our roles in bed.” He placed a hand on Vergil’s thigh. “I had no idea you had a little thing for age play”
In all his honesty, Dante had a fair knowledge about these dynamic switches. It was not uncommon for someone to temporarily seek a younger headspace. Truly it didn’t surprise him. After everything Vergil had endured for years, this desire to push aside responsibilities and act younger was almost inevitable in nature.
“That label doesn’t sound familiar.” Vergil blinked; pausing for a few seconds. Then, cleared his throat, his gaze still avoiding Dante’s. “...It’s foolish I know.” his voice was barely audible.
Dante stared at him intently; just the way Vergil spoke of himself made his chest ache, as if wanting to be cared for and comforted were something foreign to him. It hurt.
“No, it’s not” Dante ran the hand through Vergil’s thigh; soothing him. “It helps you, right? I noticed it”
Vergil continued ignoring Dante’s remarks although he didn’t quite deny them; leaving the words lingering in the air. The emerging vulnerability made his chest feel tighter.
With some effort, he managed to slip some words out of his mouth “…I only know there are moments when I wish to feel safe again.”
The confession came out weaker than he intended, barely a murmur but painfully truth deep inside. Feeling loved and protected. Vergil longed for that feeling; chased for it only to find distant memories faltering. The plushie made him realize that perhaps that side of him was still there; buried underneath decades of suffering.
Maybe it was the recovery of his humanity that awakened these desires. Vergil craved all of them—the desire for attention, protection, and feeling loved. Just enough to quiet thoughts. For once, he wanted to stop being the composed older twin and simply exist without expectations. Yet such thoughts felt childish—little more than impossible fantasies he could never bring himself to claim. It was something Vergil never allowed himself to have.
But the way Dante looked at him pushed him deep into this headspace despite his efforts to maintain control. There was something in his gaze; warm and unwavering, that simply made him feel smaller. Vergil gravitated towards it naturally. He wished it the temptation to fall into the feeling wasn’t that strong. But giving up still terrified Vergil.
Dante seemingly thought about it for some minutes. Then, hetook one of his hands, pulling Vergil’s body closer. The plushie ended up trapped between them but the feeling of being held in Dante’s hands made Vergil feel dizzy; his mind blanking out with the soothing touch. Dante pressed a kiss into his brother’s silver hair, ruffling it shortly afterward.
“I care for you. I love you” Dante replied as an obvious statement “Would you let me take care of you?” Dante asked, his hands cupping Vergil’s face fondly.
The mere action caused Vergil to slip into a hazy headspace. He was never able to explain what happened during these moments; but it made him feel comforted. Years of resisting blurred easily through the fog of his brain. He was aware the entire time, yet the urge to resist disappeared.
“Yes, please” Vergil couldn’t take it anymore. He gave up and leaned involuntarily into the touch of Dante’s hands.
Dante said nothing else. He took the plushie from Vergil’s hands and set it at the edge of the bed. Vergil grumbled at the lack of contact, trying to grab it again. Dante stopped him halfway through the motion, moving Vergil’s hands away from the plushie. Vergil looked at him with discontent; too naïve and lost in the moment.
“Now, I need you to listen carefully” Dante said, his tone a little lower and more commanding. “I have certain rules for you.”
Vergil looked at him attentively, but the voice was doing tricks to his brain. He barely moved his head in acknowledgment at the question.
Dante maneuvered Vergil’s body across the bed with ease. His back ended up resting against a pile of pillows while his silver hair spread across them; disheveled for the most part.
“I need you to listen to my commands, okay baby?” Dante said. “Can my little brother do that for me?”
Vergil nodded, his face warming at the gentle tone. He felt small under Dante’s gaze, almost dizzy with desire. Dante lifted Vergil’s lower back, caressing with his thumbs the pale skin. He removed the sweatpants from his brother’s waist in nearly slowmotion. The loose shirt remained, hiding the frame of Vergil’sbody. But now his boxers feel tighter; uncomfortable fitting his groin.
The worse part is that Dante only used words. He hadn’t touched him and Vergil was a needy mess.
“You are wet down there, baby.” Dante pointed out. His warm hands traveled over his brother’s body, pinching his firm nipples until a gasp escaped Vergil’s lips.
Vergil squirmed on the bed, one hand covering his mouth to keep sounds from escaping his throat.
“Is my baby shy?” Dante asked. Vergil’s cock kicked in with the pet name. He cannot believe he is turn on with the words, with being submissive.
Dante finished pulling off his own shirt in one motion. The buckle of his pants still sat perfectly around his waist. “You need to speak. Tell your big brother what you actually want, will you?”
Vergil struggled to find his words. Dante made him feel small with just a few simple phrases, and his boxer briefs were definitely soaked from the pet name alone. It was completely humiliating, yet it felt good. He had to force himself to answer after Dante paused his actions, patiently waiting for a response.
“…Want you to touch me” Vergil left out the words in a cry. His voice sounded too soft to his own ears; nothing alike the usual sharp voice “Please.”
Dante smiled in response, stepping away for a moment to undo his own belt buckle. His pants fell away from the bed. His erection throbbing beneath the fabric of his boxers.
Vergil found himself staring at the cock pulsing beneath the fabric.
Fuck, he needed it so bad.
Genuine desperation crossed his face with just the view. But he had to behave, and wait. He pushed his head back looking at the ceiling to just not get on his neck and suck his brother off right on the spot. Of course, Dante noticed the lustful glance. “Maybe if my little brother behaves, he can take all this”
Vergil inhaled deeply; gathering all his self-restraint. The fact that he could hear Dante playing with his own cock, caressing it through the fabric in front of him didn’t help. He needed his big brother to put it inside him before he actually lost it.
A short while later, the plushie was carefully placed back into Vergil’s arms. Vergil immediately clung to him; wrapping his arms around the rabbit with an innocent stare.
“I will fuck you while you hold the plushie. How does that sound?” Dante asked brushing the strands of his hair with a quick motion.
“Yes, please” Vergil replied as best he could, buckling his hips unconsciously on the bed; breathing coming out ragged already with the idea of being fucked with the plushie on his arms.
Dante grabbed Vergil’s waist; the stuffed animal trapped between their bodies, while Dante left kisses on his cheeks licking the skin. Then moved to his chin, leaving open-mouthed kisses across every part of his body.
“Uh— big brother.” Vergil’s voice came out almost as a whisper; his cheeks flushed at the nickname. He shouldn’t be ashamed of saying it loud, since it already sounded pleasing coming from his lips.
Dante lifted his head, staring down at him with tenderness. His hands braced on either side of Vergil’s, silver hair dropping down his forehead. Their eyes met directly. Not only he looked fucking hot on top of him, he looked stronger and dominant.
The sudden attention made Vergil’s brain become fuzzy; it felt so good being babied like that.
“It aches” Vergil clutched the blankets beneath him. “Need you.” His eyes became glassy just thinking about it. Begging for it like a child, and it was turning him on even more.
“I know, sweetheart.” Dante traced circles on Vergil’s waist with his fingers. “My baby really needs his big brother to fill him.”
Apparently, Dante understood immediately because he removed Vergil’s boxers with a tug, shoving them away. His cock bared to the air; if it wasn’t for the loose shirt covering half of it. He did the same with his own; exposing the skin with ease; his cock painfully hard and leaking from the tip.
“Open your mouth for me, baby” Dante ordered. Already setting aside Vergil’s lower lip.
Vergil followed the order keenly. Dante’s fingers slid over hismouth, teasing his tongue in the process. Saliva slid easily across the lips while Vergil sucked on the fingers. Dante smiled, curling his fingers inside until his gag reflex reacted. His own hands found themselves holding Dante’s hand almost in a fist, encouraging the fingers deeper into his mouth. . Vergil continued licking them eagerly; he sought Dante’s gaze for approval.
“You really like things in your mouth, don’t you?” Dante slid his fingers out of his mouth with an obscene sound. Saliva dripped down Vergil’s chin before Dante himself wiped it away with his thumb.
“Uh… I like it when you do it.” Vergil’s voice sounded softer; too innocent.
Dante lifted Vergil’s hips, flipping him over until he was facedown. His head ended up resting in one of the pillow; as his hips sought any contact.
Vergil let out a soft moan; more like a small whine as he chewed on his lower lip swallowing the sound. The plushie was still trapped in his arms, held tightly. The smell of their own scents filling the room made his head blank with desire. Vergil couldn’t resist dragging his cock back and forth across the sheets chasing the pleasure; moaning low.
Dante stopped him mid-action; pinning his body harder into the mattress. “You will be a good brother and stay still until I say so”.
Vergil trembled, but simply couldn’t say no to the dominating voice; he swallowed his pride and pushed his face on the pillow.
Dante grasped his butt cheeks with both hands, caressing the round soft skin, delighting himself with the view before spreading them apart. His fingers grazed Vergil’s hole, still dripping with saliva.
The slick sound made Vergil let out shaky breaths. A moan escaped his throat when Dante grazed the right spot.
“Ah—Feels weird” Vergil murmured incoherently. He whined with little hiccupping moans; his own fingers found their way to his mouth with desperation.
“Yeah?” Dante said with some amusement. “Found your sweet spot, sweetheart.”
Dante crooked his fingers upwards, running circles into the spot with a perfect rhythm. The contact made Vergil moan loudly jerking his hips following the movement. The fingers rubbed the spot multiple times, but if Dante continued, he might just cum like that. It was too much.
“Please, p-wlease” He begged, but the words came incoherent with the fingers deep into his mouth. Not even a word.
Dante withdrew his fingers the moment he felt Vergil growing desperate and grinding harder into his fingers. It wouldn’t be fun if his little brother came just like that.
He teased with his hands the roundness of Vergil’s butt cheeks slowly massaging the skin until he was pleased.
Vergil stared back at him. He was giving him that exact same look; the pouting one. “Please… continue”
And just because Dante thought his little brother deserves it; he indulged him. “Shh, relax. Let your big brother take care of you”
Vergil let out a sob, too caught up in the overwhelming feeling. It didn’t help that Dante teased him, using soft words and playing with him as he wished. His brain felt empty. Too hazy to recognize anything that wasn’t Dante’s touch. He just need to filled with his cum; used as he pleased without thinking.
Dante adjusted Vergil’s hips “I’ll make you feel good, baby brother” His cock, already dripping, aligned perfectly with his hole; barely grazing the spot. Vergil moaned slightly.
Dante buried his cock easily, melting deep inside him with a pleased groan. Vergil sighed with satisfaction, squirming at the warmness filling him. Dante’s hands found his brother’s hips, pulling them closer to his cock; reaching deeper.
“Such a sensitive baby.” Dante kept pushing gently; slow pace riding the waves of pleasure. He braced himself with one hand on the pillow, the other firmly fixed on Vergil’s waist. He brought his face a little closer to Vergil's, leaving a kiss in the crook of his neck. Vergil responded with a soft whimper;
Dante pushed Vergil's fingers away from his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva down the pillow. He swallowed every soundcoming from his brother’s mouth, biting his lower lip. Dante started thrusting deeper; angling his cock to find the lovely spot.
And God— Vergil looked so precious beneath him. Whimpering and shedding tears with the Dante’s cock pulsing inside him.Dante pulled away slightly; building up a steady pace and rocking his cock deep with precise thrusts. A few kind words slipped from his lips, every time the words “baby brother” came from his mouth, Dante would obtain a gratifying response from Vergil.
Vergil’s hands shyly clung to his plushie, feeling his body rock back and forth across the sheets. Dante’s chest felt protective where it pressed against his skin; his sculpted pectorals bouncing against his back. His big brother’s well-formed body didn’t make things easier; the structure of his wide back, calloused hands and definitely a well-endowed cock made him see stars.
A few high-pitched sounds left his mouth with every rock of their hips together. Vergil involuntarily grinded his hips while his entire body shook with pleasure.
“How does it feel, baby? Does my little brother enjoy being fucked like this?” Dante asked through ragged breaths; almost a growl. The question nearly made Vergil’s brain feel fuzzy; almost stuffed with cotton.
“Too much—ah.” Vergil could barely talk through the fog of pleasure; his head fell again into the pillow. His eyes started watering; tears dripping from his blue eyes.
“I know, little brother. You are taking it so well.” Dante adjusted the angle of his hips. The heat pooled in his gut just by watching Vergil teary eyes; whimpering and submitting to him. Calling him “big brother” each time Dante thrusted his prostate; begging him to go deeper and covering his blushed face in the pillow. It was perfect.
Dante couldn't wait to hear more words come out of that little mouth. Making his brother lose it with tender words until he realized how much Dante actually loved him. “Look at you. All worked up with just taking my cock”. Vergil trembled with the words.
Dante’s hands pinned Vergil’s body beneath him. The other hand set apart his brother’s lower lip, inviting him to open the cavity. Well knowing that Vergil loved taking things into his mouth.
Vergil immediately soaked the finger; drooling into the pillow as his ass was fucked roughly. The sticky sensation made his head fuzzy. “Ah—‘M feeling full.” The friction between the mattress and his grinding body made his neglected cock ache. Vergil felt himself leaking through his tip, but couldn’t do anything about it.
He let out a cry the moment Dante picked up a frantic pace; the fingers left Vergil’s mouth once again spreading saliva everywhere. Vergil started gasping; fingers curling tighter into the plushie. “P-please, ‘M gonna cum”
More tears slid down his face the perfect stimulation.
“Can you hold it a little bit for me, baby brother?” Dante’s voice dipped; nearly a groan. His husky voice struck the perfect note in Vergil’s ears sending shivers down his cock. It sounded deep, perfect.ly commanding him. Made him feel smaller.
Dante’s left hand found his brother’s cock beneath his body; slowly playing with the tip. Leaking pre-cum dripped until it spread across the shaft; spreading a mess. Dante had never seen Vergil being this wet before; soaked and hot in his own hand. He pumped the cock slowly, nearly a torture; teasing every vein. The encouraging sounds leaving Vergil’s mouth were higher each time; the coordination of the thrusts and the hand made him scream loudly
“Big brother—ah” Vergil moaned incoherently; begging for more with every rock down his prostate. Double stimulation building up his orgasm from the inside.
“Please.” He buried his head in the pillow, smothering the whimpers from his throat. Just based on the high-pitched noise vibrating through it; Dante knew they were both close.
“You can cum now, baby” Dante rocked his hips faster; striking deeper against that spot. He murmured near Vergil’s ear, but it came as a low lustful groan. “Such a good little brother.”
Vergil came with a higher moan, his eyes rolling back with pleasure. He could feel his body tremble with the stimulation; the orgasm overwhelming his senses as more tears slid from his eyes. The plushie never left his arms, held tightly against his chest as a protection.
Dante continued thrusting deeper; coming with a loud groanshortly after. Cum spilled out of Vergil’s ass, dripping between his legs and soaking the sheets creating a perfect mess. He panted, admiring the view under him. Vergil’s skin red; his hole pulsing while cum came out of it, and his pale legs trembled with the orgasm. Dante smiled pleasantly rubbing fingers through the skin. “You are perfect. And all mine” he murmured.
Dante left a few tender kisses on his shoulders, nipping at his earlobe shortly afterward. “You were so sexy, moaning like that and acting so innocent just for me.”
Vergil took his hands off the plushie and held the pillow closer to his face, wiping the remaining tears into it with embarrassment. His face undeniably red; he couldn’t even look at Dante in the eyes. “I enjoyed it.”
You made me feel small again. He didn’t say.
“Oh, I know you did” Dante chuckled earning a groan in response. He spoke again with a serious tone this time “You deserve it” Dante removed himself from Vergil and reached for a cloth to clean them up. It took a few minutes before the mess was dealt with—not entirely, but for the most part.
Vergil turned over afterward, scanning Dante’s back from where he stood, patiently waiting for him to return to bed. Dante walked back toward the bed shortly afterward, bringing Vergil his boxers.
“Thank you for trusting me” Dante said slipping into the bed; draping the blanket around them until they were cocooned on it.
Vergil hummed in acknowledgment. Still very lost in a strange headspace, a warm feeling flared across his chest leaving him dizzy. He flipped his body until he was facing Dante, except he didn’t look at him. His arms wrapped behind Dante’s neck as he made himself small against his chest; rubbing his face between his pecs. Dante intertwined his arms around Vergil’s waist, watching the strands of Vergil’s hair cascade across his forehead.He left a kiss on his hair; pulling his body closer until they fell asleep.