Uh-huh.
[b inch]
[But he does sigh, grimacing as he folds his arms.]
I was suspecting you were up, so I...was checking on you. That's all.
[b inch]
[But he does sigh, grimacing as he folds his arms.]
I was suspecting you were up, so I...was checking on you. That's all.
[So that's what it was about.]
< ...Guess I really have made a habit of working late. >
[Though to have made him come out here just to drag them to bed...
They sigh]
< Sorry. I'll try and set an alarm or something next time. >
< ...Guess I really have made a habit of working late. >
[Though to have made him come out here just to drag them to bed...
They sigh]
< Sorry. I'll try and set an alarm or something next time. >
[ If it wouldn't have given it away — how much he did love this — he would have writhed and hissed and whined at the chill air on him, cooling spit. His back arched, he sucks and bites him and the whine comes ripped out of his throat, back arched and fingers tight into the sheets. If he were stronger, they would rip.
His head pressed to the bed, that burning pit of an eye rolled up to the back of his head. ]
No —
[ He hissed out, pain blossoms like an old welcome friend, and he twitches, twists, Vergilius keeps going, keeps talking and he swallowed back a frustrated groan as he took him back in. He fights against his hands, trying to thrust deeper into him and getting nowhere, but his legs, they're free enough that he squirms with them before he lifted one to hook one around his shoulders and neck, as if it could keep him there.
Saying clearly what Silco wasn't, that it was that good. ]
His head pressed to the bed, that burning pit of an eye rolled up to the back of his head. ]
No —
[ He hissed out, pain blossoms like an old welcome friend, and he twitches, twists, Vergilius keeps going, keeps talking and he swallowed back a frustrated groan as he took him back in. He fights against his hands, trying to thrust deeper into him and getting nowhere, but his legs, they're free enough that he squirms with them before he lifted one to hook one around his shoulders and neck, as if it could keep him there.
Saying clearly what Silco wasn't, that it was that good. ]
[The slender leg presses over his shoulders. As if that could stop him from doing anything. His cold red eyes have a hint of something coming close to mirth. He enjoys this. It must be like what a cat feels when it sees a mouse in a trap.]
[He can feel the minute tension of the muscles as Silco tries vainly to push his hips upward. Perhaps its time to give him a reprieve. He lets go, his hands carressing over his slender abdomen as he slips off wetly. A lick of his lips, and he's going back, but with only the head entering past his lips.]
[He won't move down. He's giving a chance for Silco to fuck it upwards to enjoy himself. If just a little bit.]
[He can feel the minute tension of the muscles as Silco tries vainly to push his hips upward. Perhaps its time to give him a reprieve. He lets go, his hands carressing over his slender abdomen as he slips off wetly. A lick of his lips, and he's going back, but with only the head entering past his lips.]
[He won't move down. He's giving a chance for Silco to fuck it upwards to enjoy himself. If just a little bit.]
[ Even though he releases his hips, Vergilius truly does still have all of the control here. Silco may have wrapped a leg around his shoulders, an awkward twist of long, thin limbs, and he arched to put his foot on the sheets, as if it would give him enough leverage to fight him — he doesn't even have to fight him, he can just push down again anytime he wants.
But with the newfound freedom he does surge up, following his mouth, chasing heat and sensation and thrusting up and into him. He'd very nearly chased him up and away, but as soon as he's given freedom, he takes it. Irregular, uncontrolled thrusts up and into him, his heel pressed tight against his back to try and hold him down (ineffectively) and his hips pushing up.
It's all liquid heat, wet and too hot and it pools in his belly, makes his head hazy, and control so difficult to grasp, like sand sifting through his fingertips. Is it better when he holds him down? Is it better now, when he can fuck himself into his mouth? He can't even tell, but with his hips unrestrained, he's falling, falling, falling so fast off the precipice. ]
I'm —
[ He reaches out with a hand, to pull one of his hands off from his abdomen, to tighten fingers into it, like he needs to hold onto something — him. Can he hold on? He feels like he's already starting to fall. ]
But with the newfound freedom he does surge up, following his mouth, chasing heat and sensation and thrusting up and into him. He'd very nearly chased him up and away, but as soon as he's given freedom, he takes it. Irregular, uncontrolled thrusts up and into him, his heel pressed tight against his back to try and hold him down (ineffectively) and his hips pushing up.
It's all liquid heat, wet and too hot and it pools in his belly, makes his head hazy, and control so difficult to grasp, like sand sifting through his fingertips. Is it better when he holds him down? Is it better now, when he can fuck himself into his mouth? He can't even tell, but with his hips unrestrained, he's falling, falling, falling so fast off the precipice. ]
I'm —
[ He reaches out with a hand, to pull one of his hands off from his abdomen, to tighten fingers into it, like he needs to hold onto something — him. Can he hold on? He feels like he's already starting to fall. ]
[He too, doesn't know which is better. To keep Silco where he wants him, or to let Silco do whatever he wants to him. Maybe both. He can't decide.]
[It's even harder when his cock is thrusting into his mouth so desperately. How beautiful. His jaw will be sore for sure, as he has no real chance to readjust as the man moves with reckless abandon. He would do something similar in his spot.]
[He can't say anything. He only groans around the mouthful, as if to encourage him. The hand is...a surprise, his eyes widening as those spider fingers tangle into his. To be his anchor, he assumes.]
[How ironic, to be the one to support him, and be the one to pull him into hell.]
[His own cock is pressing against the sheets, heavy, and desperate for his own friction. He ignores it- right now, its all about Silco.]
[It's even harder when his cock is thrusting into his mouth so desperately. How beautiful. His jaw will be sore for sure, as he has no real chance to readjust as the man moves with reckless abandon. He would do something similar in his spot.]
[He can't say anything. He only groans around the mouthful, as if to encourage him. The hand is...a surprise, his eyes widening as those spider fingers tangle into his. To be his anchor, he assumes.]
[How ironic, to be the one to support him, and be the one to pull him into hell.]
[His own cock is pressing against the sheets, heavy, and desperate for his own friction. He ignores it- right now, its all about Silco.]
[ His fingers wind against his, as tight a grip as he can muster, he does need the anchor. Something to touch, to grip, to hold him as he falls off the cliff. His mouth wrapped around him feels like so much, like every stray thought or plan is plucked directly from his mind the moment it bursts to life. Like everything has narrowed to this moment right here, to the space between them, to just them, and the heat that feels like it's drawing everything out of him.
It doesn't take much more than another thrust, he's already teetering, Vergilius's hand really there to pull him down off the cliff's edge. He can feel it, that burst of heat and sensation that seems to burst just behind his eyes, like he can't see anything, and though he can close one eye, the other rolls back, for once fully unseeing, drawn by the drop of sensation that shoots straight down his spine. He lifts his hips, a wet gasp that devolves into a moan; shoulders pressed into the bed, he falls, crashes hard as he comes in his mouth.
Like he's afraid he's going to pull away, his leg wrapped around his shoulder locks, as if he's trying to hold him there, weakly fucking into his mouth while he shudders, falling apart before him. Because of him. ]
It doesn't take much more than another thrust, he's already teetering, Vergilius's hand really there to pull him down off the cliff's edge. He can feel it, that burst of heat and sensation that seems to burst just behind his eyes, like he can't see anything, and though he can close one eye, the other rolls back, for once fully unseeing, drawn by the drop of sensation that shoots straight down his spine. He lifts his hips, a wet gasp that devolves into a moan; shoulders pressed into the bed, he falls, crashes hard as he comes in his mouth.
Like he's afraid he's going to pull away, his leg wrapped around his shoulder locks, as if he's trying to hold him there, weakly fucking into his mouth while he shudders, falling apart before him. Because of him. ]
An alarm where? In your own head?
[Sarcasm aside, he shakes his head.]
Still. You shouldn't make this a habit.
[Sarcasm aside, he shakes his head.]
Still. You shouldn't make this a habit.
< It's an app... >
[So technically he wasn't wrong.]
< So I probably shouldn't mention that it already is? >
[From before they were dragged here, even. On the bus, in their room in the evenings, left to their own devices. Fiddling with their PDA and going over each and every Identity and E.G.O. at their disposal.]
[So technically he wasn't wrong.]
< So I probably shouldn't mention that it already is? >
[From before they were dragged here, even. On the bus, in their room in the evenings, left to their own devices. Fiddling with their PDA and going over each and every Identity and E.G.O. at their disposal.]
Oh, so you know it exists. Good for you. And yet you never use it.
[The admission only seems to make him further irritated, folding his arms.]
Back in the City...our work...it may be understandable. Maybe. Here, there's no point to running yourself ragged. Break the habit.
[The admission only seems to make him further irritated, folding his arms.]
Back in the City...our work...it may be understandable. Maybe. Here, there's no point to running yourself ragged. Break the habit.
[So it's fine as long as it benefits the company?
Maybe they should have expected that to be the case.]
< Okay, okay... I'll try. >
[Their work tucked under one arm, their free hand rubs the back of their neck awkwardly.]
Maybe they should have expected that to be the case.]
< Okay, okay... I'll try. >
[Their work tucked under one arm, their free hand rubs the back of their neck awkwardly.]
[...]
[With everything at stake...]
[Of course, they all have to work towards that. Least of all the dear Manager.]
[A low sigh escapes his mouth, before he glances towards their work.]
What were you even staying up for, anyways?
[With everything at stake...]
[Of course, they all have to work towards that. Least of all the dear Manager.]
[A low sigh escapes his mouth, before he glances towards their work.]
What were you even staying up for, anyways?
< I offered consultation sessions to people here. I can't do the same things for them that I can do for the Sinners-- >
[Just Ishmael now, they suppose]
< --but I can do that. So I've been trying to put together sign-up forms to post on my door, organize my notes, figure out if I need to change things around in my room... That sort of thing. >
[A pause]
< ...And then after that was done I started studying the reports Ishmael made for me on the kaiju. And rearranging the schedule I already had to fit in self-defense classes in the mornings? >
[Just Ishmael now, they suppose]
< --but I can do that. So I've been trying to put together sign-up forms to post on my door, organize my notes, figure out if I need to change things around in my room... That sort of thing. >
[A pause]
< ...And then after that was done I started studying the reports Ishmael made for me on the kaiju. And rearranging the schedule I already had to fit in self-defense classes in the mornings? >
[He wants to drink it in. He will, both literally and metaphorically. He's never seen such a sight, and he burns it right in his eyes.]
[How beautiful. How wonderful. In the future, he will see the man, and the very image of these raised hips, this arching back, this moaning mouth, his eye rolled back in pleasure, all will float in his perception like a burned after image.]
[And by the Wings, its all for him.]
[He swallows. It burns at the back of his tongue, yet the man himself seems to burn hotter than anything here. He pulls off, lips stained and dribbling the remains, before he licks it off.]
[But its not over. He pulls himself up, cock swollen and heavy as he reaches down to grasp it. As Silco moves through the throes of pleasure, Vergilius strokes himself to the sight of it. His voice comes like a murmured prayer to an awful god as he keeps staring down at what he's left of the man.]
Fuck. Silco. Fuck.
[How beautiful. How wonderful. In the future, he will see the man, and the very image of these raised hips, this arching back, this moaning mouth, his eye rolled back in pleasure, all will float in his perception like a burned after image.]
[And by the Wings, its all for him.]
[He swallows. It burns at the back of his tongue, yet the man himself seems to burn hotter than anything here. He pulls off, lips stained and dribbling the remains, before he licks it off.]
[But its not over. He pulls himself up, cock swollen and heavy as he reaches down to grasp it. As Silco moves through the throes of pleasure, Vergilius strokes himself to the sight of it. His voice comes like a murmured prayer to an awful god as he keeps staring down at what he's left of the man.]
Fuck. Silco. Fuck.
[ Coming down from the high, it takes longer than he would have anticipated, but he's still drifting slowly back down. His eye still rolled up into his head, his body still arched, his hair has already gone askew over his forehead, and he blinked, winding fingers in the sheets as he comes back to himself, but it's so slowly. His chest heaves, his leg slowly drifts down from his shoulders, and he finally turns his eyes toward him, watching him.
There he is, hovering over him, staring down at him. He's flushed, and messy, and all of that careful control has already slipped through his fingertips. He can't gather it back up, that control, it's like sand in between his fingertips, slipping away.
Mouth parted, he watches him with lewd attention, too-focused, like he's half-mesmerized by the sight of him coming apart over him. He has him on his tongue, and he's stroking himself, saying his name and — ]
Come on. [ He hissed, reaching up to run fingers against his temple, brushing bangs out of his face. He tries to push himself up on his other shaky elbow, leaning up to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips. It's lewd, tasting himself on him, but he does it anyway. ] Leave a mess.
[ On me hangs in the air between them. ]
There he is, hovering over him, staring down at him. He's flushed, and messy, and all of that careful control has already slipped through his fingertips. He can't gather it back up, that control, it's like sand in between his fingertips, slipping away.
Mouth parted, he watches him with lewd attention, too-focused, like he's half-mesmerized by the sight of him coming apart over him. He has him on his tongue, and he's stroking himself, saying his name and — ]
Come on. [ He hissed, reaching up to run fingers against his temple, brushing bangs out of his face. He tries to push himself up on his other shaky elbow, leaning up to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips. It's lewd, tasting himself on him, but he does it anyway. ] Leave a mess.
[ On me hangs in the air between them. ]
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[He's kissed, and it feels like both a lifeline and a deaty sentence. Silco takes him in, brushes his bangs back - the touch of his hands is something he finds himself constantly thirsting for, even more than the kisses.]
[His gaze, exposed. The order, given. He gives himself a few short pumps, his voice scratching against his vocal cords.]
Ah. Silco-
[And that name ends in a low moan as he finally hits his peak, body shaking as hot streams do, indeed, make a mess over the man's waiting body. He whines as he feels his breath heave, biting Silco's lips as he rocks against his own hand. It feels too glorious. It feels like he's in a sea of stars. He really shouldn't deserve this, yet-]
[He lets his head drift to the man's shoulder, resting onto it as his eyelids flutter from the aftershocks going up his spine.]
[His gaze, exposed. The order, given. He gives himself a few short pumps, his voice scratching against his vocal cords.]
Ah. Silco-
[And that name ends in a low moan as he finally hits his peak, body shaking as hot streams do, indeed, make a mess over the man's waiting body. He whines as he feels his breath heave, biting Silco's lips as he rocks against his own hand. It feels too glorious. It feels like he's in a sea of stars. He really shouldn't deserve this, yet-]
[He lets his head drift to the man's shoulder, resting onto it as his eyelids flutter from the aftershocks going up his spine.]
[ The pain on his lips is barely noticeable, he very nearly grins against him, hearing his name sound like it's being ripped from him, the way his voice grates and scrapes, his fingers brushing against his hair, nails scraping against skin.
He shudders underneath him, the mess being left cools on his skin as his lips curl in satisfaction at the sight of him tipping his head to rest against his shoulder, vulnerable like this. He likes it, watching him hold onto him like he's a lifeline. The way his whole body shudders, and that it was Silco who did it to him. ]
Hmm.
[ His fingers drift from his face, to his back, scraping nails along an untouched path, before he turned his head, to press the side of it to his. He could say any number of honest things, if he wanted. That he enjoyed hearing his name on his lips, or that he felt good with his lips wrapped around him, but instead, he only chuckled softly. ]
I didn't expect you to take commands like that.
[ It's teasing, at least, as he starts to reach out, and fish towards the sidetable for one of his cigars resting there. ]
He shudders underneath him, the mess being left cools on his skin as his lips curl in satisfaction at the sight of him tipping his head to rest against his shoulder, vulnerable like this. He likes it, watching him hold onto him like he's a lifeline. The way his whole body shudders, and that it was Silco who did it to him. ]
Hmm.
[ His fingers drift from his face, to his back, scraping nails along an untouched path, before he turned his head, to press the side of it to his. He could say any number of honest things, if he wanted. That he enjoyed hearing his name on his lips, or that he felt good with his lips wrapped around him, but instead, he only chuckled softly. ]
I didn't expect you to take commands like that.
[ It's teasing, at least, as he starts to reach out, and fish towards the sidetable for one of his cigars resting there. ]
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2025-02-09 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Someone else has kindly taken the wheel, and that's a relief for Kabru and how anxious he can be about driving. They are lucky enough to run into a relatively smooth stretch of road, and for that reason Kabru can afford to relax a little, using the facilities available to boil some hot water for everyone else. It's probably not a good idea to have alcohol before they go into battle, so he opts instead for a coffee. It's shitty instant coffee, but it'll be enough to warm them up in the chilly climate.
Wandering toward Vergilius who's residing on one of the seats, he hands a cup to him. ]
Do you mind if I join you?
Wandering toward Vergilius who's residing on one of the seats, he hands a cup to him. ]
Do you mind if I join you?
...Fuck you.
[Comes the murmured reply against his bare shoulder. It seems like more of a kneejerk reflex of an answer than a true complaint. His breaths are still a little short as he starts to feel his body calm down.]
[Silco rests his bony face against his. He leans back, a little needy for the contact.]
Smoking, huh. [His eyes glance over at the movement - his hand, the one that's more or less clean, reaches up to brush through the other's unkempt hair.] I suppose that means you enjoyed it.
[Comes the murmured reply against his bare shoulder. It seems like more of a kneejerk reflex of an answer than a true complaint. His breaths are still a little short as he starts to feel his body calm down.]
[Silco rests his bony face against his. He leans back, a little needy for the contact.]
Smoking, huh. [His eyes glance over at the movement - his hand, the one that's more or less clean, reaches up to brush through the other's unkempt hair.] I suppose that means you enjoyed it.
[ He laughed. ] Still have the energy for it, hm?
[ His fingers find both the lighter and the tamped-out cigar he normally kept by his bed, before he tugged it close, with half a mind to light the cherry and see what he did if he pressed it to him.
Maybe just because of the way his voice sounded, asking that question.
But maybe he wouldn't, since he brushed his fingers through his hair just like that. ] You think it says something about you, do you? With how often I smoke? [ He doesn't even move his head away from him, still content to press it against him, even while he clamped it between his teeth. The pop of his lighter is loud, punctuating the silence mostly only disturbed by their breaths, heavier once the room starts to smell like smoke. ]
[ His fingers find both the lighter and the tamped-out cigar he normally kept by his bed, before he tugged it close, with half a mind to light the cherry and see what he did if he pressed it to him.
Maybe just because of the way his voice sounded, asking that question.
But maybe he wouldn't, since he brushed his fingers through his hair just like that. ] You think it says something about you, do you? With how often I smoke? [ He doesn't even move his head away from him, still content to press it against him, even while he clamped it between his teeth. The pop of his lighter is loud, punctuating the silence mostly only disturbed by their breaths, heavier once the room starts to smell like smoke. ]
[He's a little lost in his thoughts - but the approach and the voice make him glance up.]
Ah, Kabru.
[A familiar face, and someone he appreciates. He gives him a nod for the shitty coffee in thanks as he takes it...just another day in LILITH land, it seems.]
...No, not at all. Sit, if you desire. [A beat.] How has the road been?
Ah, Kabru.
[A familiar face, and someone he appreciates. He gives him a nod for the shitty coffee in thanks as he takes it...just another day in LILITH land, it seems.]
...No, not at all. Sit, if you desire. [A beat.] How has the road been?
...I think it does.
[Maybe. Not really. Sometime with Silco he says things just to complain, to be contrary. As if being his little thorn will do much at all. For them, its a lover's game of knives and daggers. He finds himself enjoying it more than he should.]
[The smoke makes his nostrils curl from the acrid smell. A few more breaths, before he reaches up to pluck the cigar from his mouth. A kiss follows as if in payment, before he puts the cigar between his own lips, inhales with a rattling little noise.]
Hrm. [And now a puff of smoke from his lips. His voice is even more hoarse.] It tastes awful.
[Maybe. Not really. Sometime with Silco he says things just to complain, to be contrary. As if being his little thorn will do much at all. For them, its a lover's game of knives and daggers. He finds himself enjoying it more than he should.]
[The smoke makes his nostrils curl from the acrid smell. A few more breaths, before he reaches up to pluck the cigar from his mouth. A kiss follows as if in payment, before he puts the cigar between his own lips, inhales with a rattling little noise.]
Hrm. [And now a puff of smoke from his lips. His voice is even more hoarse.] It tastes awful.
[ Sometimes, Silco doesn't answer his little statements, just stares at him, as if he's satisfied to let him draw his own conclusions about whether or not it's true. Maybe the fact that he doesn't say anything is statement enough, though. He doesn't mind the little thorns, barbs, or knives thrown his direction, after all. Sometimes, they hit true, sometimes, they miss. He wants to obfuscate those moments, as much as he wants to make him see things that aren't there.
Then again, he leaves as many in return, doesn't he? More, maybe, in his own ways.
He steals a kiss — it's enough to get the cigar from him. ]
These? They barely taste like anything.
[ He scoffed, before he took it back, drawing another long pull from it, letting it settle in his mouth. ] One of the cigars where I'm from might kill you, if this tastes bad.
[ He leans in anyway, to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips, filling his mouth with smoke, as if to tease him with it. ]
Then again, he leaves as many in return, doesn't he? More, maybe, in his own ways.
He steals a kiss — it's enough to get the cigar from him. ]
These? They barely taste like anything.
[ He scoffed, before he took it back, drawing another long pull from it, letting it settle in his mouth. ] One of the cigars where I'm from might kill you, if this tastes bad.
[ He leans in anyway, to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips, filling his mouth with smoke, as if to tease him with it. ]
[The smoke fills the air, fills the space betwen them, makes them hazy. It's always been hazy, with Silco. Like fumbling in the fog, yet so sure they know each other's outline.]
[His kiss is stolen, mouth filled with smoke. It's a strange taste, complete with what he swallowed before. It is Silco, in all his essence. Vergilius kisses him back, fingers scraping lightly over his neck before he murmurs in between them. His chest feels heavy with want, desire, anger as always.]
...What only kills me makes me stronger, yes?
[His kiss is stolen, mouth filled with smoke. It's a strange taste, complete with what he swallowed before. It is Silco, in all his essence. Vergilius kisses him back, fingers scraping lightly over his neck before he murmurs in between them. His chest feels heavy with want, desire, anger as always.]
...What only kills me makes me stronger, yes?
Hah.
[ He laughs against his lips, ejecting more smoke from his lungs when he does so. ]
I'd be disappointed if it actually got close. [ he reached out to tap at his chest, lean fingers like little spider's spindles, tapping the line along a scar. As if he's asking without words, if those lungs of his are different too. ]
Surviving despite what tries to kill us is everything, it is how we persevere. It is rare that people understand that.
[ He does, he thinks. Then again, places like Zaun and the City are similar enough, it is not surprising. What comes out of places like that only understands survival. ]
[ He laughs against his lips, ejecting more smoke from his lungs when he does so. ]
I'd be disappointed if it actually got close. [ he reached out to tap at his chest, lean fingers like little spider's spindles, tapping the line along a scar. As if he's asking without words, if those lungs of his are different too. ]
Surviving despite what tries to kill us is everything, it is how we persevere. It is rare that people understand that.
[ He does, he thinks. Then again, places like Zaun and the City are similar enough, it is not surprising. What comes out of places like that only understands survival. ]
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