Virgil's breath hitched slightly, knowing where Romans hand were about to go. He bit his lip to contain his noises of desperatality.

Roman's hand soon moved up enough and he began to palm Virgil gently, his eyes flickering from Virgil's face to where his hand was.

Virgil moaned softly, looking at Roman from time to time. How did this turn from satisfying Roman to satisfying me? He thought. Or maybe
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He KnOWs-

Roman licked his lips, moving his hand a bit more roughly. He hummed slightly as well.

Virgil moaned more vocally now but tried to control his sounds so Patton wouldn't freak out later about what they were doing.

Roman soon slowed his movements until they came to a stop, hooking a finger on the waistband of Virgil's boxers. "Can I?.." He whispered softly.

Virgil nodded slowly "y-yeah" He said meekly, his face still red with a blush.

Roman slowly pulled Virgil's boxers down to his knees, his cheeks taking on an intense pink tint.

Virgil whimpered slightly at the air hitting his cock. It twitched, begging for attention.

(sorry to say buty friends decided to not continue this)