Vergil regained his breath, and sat up on the bed beside you, over the now damp with sweat and stained bedsheets. The stoic half-demon began to fix himself without even casting a single glance at you, beginning to put on his usual attire and slick back his hair once more.

But you were there, on his bed, also regaining your breath. Once under him and now just basking in the afterglow of your pleasure, you now stared at Vergil — you clearly wanted something from him.

You had never had these sexual encounters with him before, but when he looked back to meet your eyes, Vergil just couldn’t keep up his cold mask any longer. From your expression alone, he could tell you needed aftercare in such a vulnerable state as you were.

Sitting onto the bed once more, he runs a finger through your messy hair. He wouldn’t normally do this to anybody but… He couldn’t resist.

“… Come here. Do you want me to help you clean up?”