[ The words sent a jolt of electricity straight down the back of his spine, better than the electric-fire jolts of shimmer. His fingers closed around him β reading what he wanted from the urgency of his hands β it didn't do much to sate that raging fire burning through him, ripping through him like a violent hunger.
He pumps his hand up and down the length of him, a hiss of enjoyment at the feeling that he took nearly no time at all to firm in his hands. His lips parted, when he grasped his ear with his lips β a startled gasp that escaped some of that tight control. He hadn't expected it, just like he didn't expect the words that slipped past Vergilius's lips, or how that sent a shock straight down to his own cock, still trapped in his pants. ]
Oh? [ He asks, but the low rumble is almost breathless, frayed with a touch of anticipation, a little fraying, a slight dip in that tightly held control. A slight tremble to his hands, at the thought of what he was going to do. That roaring heat unsated even while his brain decided there were plenty of ideas of what he could do. ] How are you going to do that?
[ Somehow, he manages to finish the thought, his free hand reached out to feel at another line of scars his clever thin hands looking to find spaces to still tear open, the scrape of nails like he was trying to let that heat find a place to vent. His fingers twist on his cock, thumb across the head for good measure β just in case he dared think Silco would just play along. ]
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He pumps his hand up and down the length of him, a hiss of enjoyment at the feeling that he took nearly no time at all to firm in his hands. His lips parted, when he grasped his ear with his lips β a startled gasp that escaped some of that tight control. He hadn't expected it, just like he didn't expect the words that slipped past Vergilius's lips, or how that sent a shock straight down to his own cock, still trapped in his pants. ]
Oh? [ He asks, but the low rumble is almost breathless, frayed with a touch of anticipation, a little fraying, a slight dip in that tightly held control. A slight tremble to his hands, at the thought of what he was going to do. That roaring heat unsated even while his brain decided there were plenty of ideas of what he could do. ] How are you going to do that?
[ Somehow, he manages to finish the thought, his free hand reached out to feel at another line of scars his clever thin hands looking to find spaces to still tear open, the scrape of nails like he was trying to let that heat find a place to vent. His fingers twist on his cock, thumb across the head for good measure β just in case he dared think Silco would just play along. ]