[ It's not comfortable, but he adjusts to leaning against the wall, one of his legs moved to wrap around his thigh, giving him β more, more access, tugging him in closer, it didn't really matter. That heat thrumming down his spine. It made him want more of this, not just the good, but the searing pain of it all too. Silco didn't mind the pain, not really.
It was just how things went, wasn't it? Life was nothing without pain and suffering, and even something good hurt. Truly, he was an iceberg of a man, seeking to destroy and wreck everything around him. If they are strong enough to handle the destruction, surely they will persevere, right? Even Vergilius, he seeks to wrap up into this whole... everything. The trauma and hate and cause, it's all a cocktail for disaster against a man that wants to break him and see if he can find the pieces and put them back together. Especially when he wants to do the same.
They both have hammers, and they're trying to see what they can chip off from the surface. Like they're trying to find something deeper. Does he know the size of the shard he's chipping away at, to see this? How little he gives, but here and in this mad, too-hot moment, he gives it away readily when he knows that it is dangerous? Vulnerable?
Maybe there's a little victory for Vergilius here, when he added a second, biting at his chin with those slight remnants of fangs left over β Silco shuddered softly, the pain enough to make him want to lash back out. He does, tugging at his hair, trying to yank it out while he dug his fingers in. But oh β when he curled his fingers like that β
Ineffective fingernails dug into his skin, and there's a soft hitch of his breath, before he gasped. It isn't much, but for Silco, it's a so much, he leaned forward, to bite at his lip, no kind touches here. Maybe they didn't want them β or deserve them. He rocked his hips slightly against his finger, urging him on. Like he needed more of... Something, of This. This time β oh this time β his fingers hit just so
His head tipped back, and he does offer a louder, more authentic gasp, released to the open air, even if a part of him wants to swallow it or cut it off. He can't, it just devolves into a proper groan instead, breathed into the air like a secret. ]
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It was just how things went, wasn't it? Life was nothing without pain and suffering, and even something good hurt. Truly, he was an iceberg of a man, seeking to destroy and wreck everything around him. If they are strong enough to handle the destruction, surely they will persevere, right? Even Vergilius, he seeks to wrap up into this whole... everything. The trauma and hate and cause, it's all a cocktail for disaster against a man that wants to break him and see if he can find the pieces and put them back together. Especially when he wants to do the same.
They both have hammers, and they're trying to see what they can chip off from the surface. Like they're trying to find something deeper. Does he know the size of the shard he's chipping away at, to see this? How little he gives, but here and in this mad, too-hot moment, he gives it away readily when he knows that it is dangerous? Vulnerable?
Maybe there's a little victory for Vergilius here, when he added a second, biting at his chin with those slight remnants of fangs left over β Silco shuddered softly, the pain enough to make him want to lash back out. He does, tugging at his hair, trying to yank it out while he dug his fingers in. But oh β when he curled his fingers like that β
Ineffective fingernails dug into his skin, and there's a soft hitch of his breath, before he gasped. It isn't much, but for Silco, it's a so much, he leaned forward, to bite at his lip, no kind touches here. Maybe they didn't want them β or deserve them. He rocked his hips slightly against his finger, urging him on. Like he needed more of... Something, of This. This time β oh this time β his fingers hit just so
His head tipped back, and he does offer a louder, more authentic gasp, released to the open air, even if a part of him wants to swallow it or cut it off. He can't, it just devolves into a proper groan instead, breathed into the air like a secret. ]