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Vergilius ([personal profile] immortalpoet) wrote 2024-11-25 09:56 pm (UTC)

I'm not.

[Of course not. Definitely not. It wasn't good. It was terrible. He doesn't think about it. Not even a little. ]

[...It's nice to lie to himself, sometimes. Even so, his initial complaints feel like they're melting away, leaving something raw and heated, an open wound he didn't account for. It's not a new feeling. He had it that night, in the midst of bites and swallowed blood. But this feels like someone swung a hammer over his head when he least expected it.]

[Silco is bending in. Vergilius's eyes flicker - to his eyes, to his hand, to...his mouth, now. He feels a breath seize in his chest that he lets out, almost stuttering.]


I guess not. [Finally an admission, quiet, but with that he's striking like a viper, hand curling around the man's collar to yank him in.] Come here.

[It's nowhere near chaste. He's taking this kiss like he's starving for it. He won't let him go with a familiar hunger like this. Not now.]

[Maybe not ever.]

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