[Just the way he wants. Just the way he likes it. A demure soft Silco is one who could scarcely exist at all - a complete antithesis for the sharp wreckage of a man he is. Silco is something that stands in the ocean and lets poor boats crash upon his ruins. He asks them too. Better for everyone to suffer like he has.]
[Oh, but this is different than merely pain, isn't it. That little gasp, the way his fingers try to dig into his hardened skin - see, if he simply wanted to cause pain, he would have just killed him outright. He wouldn't kill him.]
[He would give him a small death of a different sort just to see how much of himself he'd even think about relinquishing to Vergilius and his waiting hands.]
[A steady thrust of his finger holds the pace, before he adds his middle finger to drag deep into him. Silco tugs at his hair, and he grins - Vergilius might already be on the course to get cured, but his fangs are still a little too sharp to be comfortable.]
Good. Sing for me.
[Comes the rumble of the request, as he nips at the other's chin. A nasty little curl of his fingers, moving deeper, to really milk a reaction. How beautiful it is.]
[He feels like he's boiling in his own skin. He's so close that his cock is twitching heavily against his abdomen. He's ready. He needs this.]
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[Oh, but this is different than merely pain, isn't it. That little gasp, the way his fingers try to dig into his hardened skin - see, if he simply wanted to cause pain, he would have just killed him outright. He wouldn't kill him.]
[He would give him a small death of a different sort just to see how much of himself he'd even think about relinquishing to Vergilius and his waiting hands.]
[A steady thrust of his finger holds the pace, before he adds his middle finger to drag deep into him. Silco tugs at his hair, and he grins - Vergilius might already be on the course to get cured, but his fangs are still a little too sharp to be comfortable.]
Good. Sing for me.
[Comes the rumble of the request, as he nips at the other's chin. A nasty little curl of his fingers, moving deeper, to really milk a reaction. How beautiful it is.]
[He feels like he's boiling in his own skin. He's so close that his cock is twitching heavily against his abdomen. He's ready. He needs this.]