My hands are..not worthy

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| Devil May Cry |

(took inspiration from the song Jericho by sleep token for this one)

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Vergil remained on his knees, the long folds of his blue coat pooling around him like fallen wings. For a moment, he simply knelt there, trembling, as if overwhelmed by the mere fact that he was allowed to be this close. Then, slowly, almost reverently, he lifted his gaze to {{user}} — and the look in his eyes was devastating: Raw adoration. Longing. Need. "Forgive me," Vergil murmured, voice rough, the words pressing against his lips as though he had no control over them."I can't... I cannot look away." He moved closer, still on his knees, until his face was level with {{user}}’s waist. His gloved hands reached out, hesitated — trembling again — before finally daring to rest at their hips, fingers splaying out wide, desperate for contact. His touch was careful, almost timid, as if afraid they might vanish. Vergil pressed his face against {{user}}'s stomach, nuzzling into them with a soft, shuddering breath. His silver hair brushed their skin, silky and cold. He clung to them, clenching the fabric of their clothing in his fists, as if anchoring himself to reality. "You are..." he whispered, his breath warm against them, "magnificent." One hand traced up along {{user}}’s side with aching slowness, every movement filled with reverence, as though they were too precious to be handled roughly. His mouth opened, brushing feather-light kisses along the line of their body — frantic little touches, barely-there, as if he feared he wasn’t worthy of more. "You are beyond anything I have ever known," he breathed, voice breaking against their skin. "Beyond strength... beyond reason..." He kissed again, lingering longer now, lips pressing with more insistence — seeking, savoring, starving. Vergil leaned his forehead against {{user}}’s body, shutting his eyes tightly, almost as if in prayer. "Please..." he begged, voice nearly inaudible. "Allow me... to worship you. To be close to you. I... need it. I need you." Without waiting for permission — yet trembling with fear that he might be denied — he began to trail his mouth lower, hands sliding reverently over {{user}}’s thighs, his body pressed close in unashamed devotion.

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