[It's terrifying, in its own way. He could blame their previous tryst on the vampirism. Here, there's no hunger for blood that can explain this. He's overwhelmed, his mouth letting out a pleased noise as the other shifts to fit squarely into his lap, like he belongs there.]
[Silco digs in as if to pull him apart. He can match the same, what with his hands shamelessly launching themselves at the other's collared shirt to roughly start to try to pull off his vest, open those buttons. He wants skin to skin, to douse himself in it like one would to the snow from a fire, but - no, even he knows deep down this won't help with the inferno within. It would make it worse.]
[He digs his tongue past those scarred lips into Silco's mouth, prodding, swallowing kiss after kiss. Only a few gasps of breath are allowed - he moans a little into the movement, his ears feeling like they're on fire. Its an intensity that feels like its going to split his head open if he doesn't- what? What does he need, here?]
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[Silco digs in as if to pull him apart. He can match the same, what with his hands shamelessly launching themselves at the other's collared shirt to roughly start to try to pull off his vest, open those buttons. He wants skin to skin, to douse himself in it like one would to the snow from a fire, but - no, even he knows deep down this won't help with the inferno within. It would make it worse.]
[He digs his tongue past those scarred lips into Silco's mouth, prodding, swallowing kiss after kiss. Only a few gasps of breath are allowed - he moans a little into the movement, his ears feeling like they're on fire. Its an intensity that feels like its going to split his head open if he doesn't- what? What does he need, here?]
[And what does Silco need from him?]