[ He wants β needs β something to sate this fire burning under his skin, a flush that creeps down his neck and lower, lower, lower. His fingers look to dig into flesh, but it isn't enough for that, that roaring hunger seems as insatiable as the monster he proclaimed himself to be. He gasped against his mouth, all teeth and tongue, it's as violent as Silco always is β no softness, nothing pleasant to be found here β but his fingers stop digging into his face and his neck.
It's not enough. What will be enough?
He digs further in, like he's searching for something that will sate his hunger. his fingers ineffectively tug at his shirt, before he finally gets a few buttons loose. His fingers follow, tugging more of his shirt open with that heated desperation, he needs β he needs more of whatever this is.
What can sate this hunger? What will quell that insatiable raging inferno that's making his heart pound so fast and so hard? His fingers light on scars that he wants to dig into, scrape furrows next to and leave lasting marks next to them, like he can leave a mark on him.
It doesn't feel like enough, it's not enough to satisfy.
Slotted on his lap, he leans forward β into that kiss a little more, still biting, still all sharp and mean β but he groans against him from the friction, rubbing up against him, sending a jolt of something electric and hungry straight down his spine. ]
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It's not enough. What will be enough?
He digs further in, like he's searching for something that will sate his hunger. his fingers ineffectively tug at his shirt, before he finally gets a few buttons loose. His fingers follow, tugging more of his shirt open with that heated desperation, he needs β he needs more of whatever this is.
What can sate this hunger? What will quell that insatiable raging inferno that's making his heart pound so fast and so hard? His fingers light on scars that he wants to dig into, scrape furrows next to and leave lasting marks next to them, like he can leave a mark on him.
It doesn't feel like enough, it's not enough to satisfy.
Slotted on his lap, he leans forward β into that kiss a little more, still biting, still all sharp and mean β but he groans against him from the friction, rubbing up against him, sending a jolt of something electric and hungry straight down his spine. ]