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There was little solace in this world for Vergilius. Even when he closed his eyes, memories that would rather be forgotten flashed across his mind, taunting him with his past mistakes. It was a bitter existence, more akin to torture than anything else. Yet, Vergilius had come to terms with this a long time ago; it was easier to accept things that could not be changed rather than struggle.
It was almost second nature, finding himself outside of Dante’s door after a nightmare or rough day. He had urged them to reject his advances, ‘Please tell me to leave’, but it fell on deaf ears. Like clockwork, Vergilius would knock softly on their door and Dante would let him in without question.
Clothes were thrown around the room haphazardly as Dante led Vergilius to their bed, pushing him down against the mattress and running their hands over his chest. They traced the scars down to his navel, and then lower, brushing the light hairs of his happy trail before Vergilius flipped them over, pushing his face between their thighs. His warm tongue lapped over their cunt, teasing them before pushing it in further. They leaked against his tongue, Vergilius lapping up the juices like a starved man, and basking in their flavor.
Dante unraveled under Vergilius tongue, pushing their pussy against his mouth as they arched off the bed. Vergilius moaned, earning more sounds out of Dante as the vibrations shook them to their core. He pushed fingers in, sucking and thrusting till Dante was a shivering mess. Only then did he show them mercy, wiping Dante’s slick off of his lips and chin.
Vergilius lined himself up, his tip pressing against Dante’s entrance before slowly pushing in. He watched them closely, attempting to gauge any discomfort, though their face and body language gave away nothing. Perhaps their nerves were fried, their pain tolerance already heightened to a concerning degree in these last couple of months that they had been subjected to the constant agony of rewinding for the Sinners. The thought made Vergikius frown, but he wouldn’t be surprised if this was indeed the case. Everyone lost a part of themselves in this world, and it would be no different for Dante.
He was torn from his thoughts as Dante bucked into him. They had grown impatient, needing more than the weak thrusts that Vergilius was giving them as he got lost in his head.
He snapped his hips against theirs instinctively, the warm walls that surrounded him lulling him into a fake sense of comfort that he could only find in these desolate moments with Dante.
Soft ticks were milked out of Dante as Vergilius moved with hunger. The sounds were like a melody to him, echoing in his head as his hips moved with more fever. They gushed around him, nearly pulling him back in every time Vergilius pulled out. It felt as if Vergilius were melting, the heat and warmth that was Dante was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as addicting as it was dangerous. Like a street drug, keeping him hooked, though he knew it would only end in painful withdrawals when the time came for him to repent for his actions.
Ecstasy filled every vein in his body as he shot into Dante, warm seed coating their insides. They trembled as he ground his hips into them, carrying them through their orgasm. Vergilius pushed his cum in deeper before stilling, letting the both of them catch their breath as Vergilius stared at the cum that had spread across his shaft as he had been humping Dante. The thought of filling Dante to the brim was almost too much for him, and he felt himself twitch in interest.
Vergilius grinded down against Dante, a silent request to let him continue. They twitched, but spread their legs further, giving them access to their everything. It was as if they were on display for them, bare for him to see. Though Vergilius was already familiar with every scar and dip on their skin, he traced his fingers over the expanse of their torso. He moved his hips slowly as he traced over their chest, lazy strokes in and out of them that felt far more intimate than was appropriate for two individuals who had no idea what they were doing. Neither of them dared to ask for clarification on what exactly they were to each other. The answer was clear for them to see, and any other response would be a pitiful attempt to hide themselves from the truth. The positions that they found themselves in were not merciful or gentle. Vergilius didn’t have the gaps in his heart to allow Dante to wiggle through, and Dante had no one but Vergilius.
Desperate to rid himself of these thoughts, Vergilius picked up his pace, the load he had already pushed into Dante mixing with the slick that steadily leaked from their pussy and making a slick sound with every thrust. It was mesmerizing, watching as Dante once again fell apart in front of him. He was sure he looked as disheveled as they did (Dante always liked to make a mess of his hair for reasons unknown to him), but all Vergilius could think about was how Dante looked splayed out in front of him. They exposed more skin to him than they had ever exposed to anyone else. It brought a selfish part of himself pleasure knowing he had seen parts of Dante that they refused to show anyone else.
Vergilius gritted his teeth as his movements became sloppy, pleasure clouding his mind. Every drag of Vergilius’ dick against Dante’s walls threatened to make him spill, his stomach tightening as his orgasm started to overtake him. He could tell Dante was close as well, their thighs trembling as their ticking became broken. A loud moan, followed by a chime, echoed through the room as they both reached their orgasm, Vergilius spilling deep into Dante, prodding as deep as he could in order to make his mark in them.
Dante’s cunt made a lewd ‘pop’ as Vergilius pulled out, his seed starting to spill from their pussy and making a mess of the sheets beneath them. The sight filled Vergilius with a carnal, almost animalistic, desire. He scooped the spilled come from the sheets with a finger, pushing it back into Dante. A pleased chime left Dante as Vergilius massaged their soft insides, a new wave of slick covering his hand.
Reaching his breaking point, Vergilius flipped them onto their side, hooking one of their legs over his shoulder and giving himself better access to their pussy. Dante struggled to steady themselves in the new position as Vergilius pushed back into them, now digging in deeper than ever. He was hitting spots that Dante had not known were possible to hit, causing them to cling to the sheets as they let Vergilius ravish them. Perspiration grew on his brow as Vergilius punched broken ticks out of Dante, holding their shaking thigh close to his chest as he did.
It didn’t take long for both of their orgasms to hit them, Vergilius pushing as far as he could as he unloaded deep into Dante once again. They quivered around him, squeezing more cum out of him as Dante collapsed agaisnt the mattres, exhaustion evident on every fiber of their being.
There was always a sense of desperation whenever Vergilius and Dante found themselves tangled in each other. Desperation with the slightest undertone of grief. Those emotions were clearer than ever as Vergilius fought past his own overstimulation in order to spill the last of his seed into Dante, bending them every which way in order to hide his face in he crook of their neck as he brought his hips harshly against them. His breath tickled their sensitive skin, making a shiver run down their spine as they tightened around Vergilius, causing him to spill until he was completely empty.
The lay panting for a while, Vergilius weakly pushing his cum further into them. They caught their breath till the sweat and stickiness brought them out of their sex crazed haze and back to their grim reality. The ache was back in Vergilius' heart as he pulled out of Dante, but he steeled himself as he always did, resealing any holes in his armor that may have been exposed and removing himself from Dante, a heavy feeling in his chest.