[Pain lances through his jaw - if he was of clear mind, he'd protest that the man was trying to eat him again. Vergilius's breath hitches with a groan of pain, which, like a whip to a horse, spurs him onward. The dreamy warmth of Malkuth seems like years in the past. This is raw, unfettered, and vicious.]
[He's pushing into him with a bit more added vigor and pettiness, trying to angle him against the wall to find that exact spot to make the man wail. Silco takes him so perfectly - the way his body feels so hot as he buries into him is intoxicating. The heat is not abating, no. It seems more awful now, rattled by the intensity of feeling that sucker punches him and sends his hips forward.]
[How wonderful. How amazing. He's muttering to himself, wordless between little cries and grunts, but pulling back, he can't help but nip at the man's ears as he moans:]
no subject
[He's pushing into him with a bit more added vigor and pettiness, trying to angle him against the wall to find that exact spot to make the man wail. Silco takes him so perfectly - the way his body feels so hot as he buries into him is intoxicating. The heat is not abating, no. It seems more awful now, rattled by the intensity of feeling that sucker punches him and sends his hips forward.]
[How wonderful. How amazing. He's muttering to himself, wordless between little cries and grunts, but pulling back, he can't help but nip at the man's ears as he moans:]
You - agh - feel too good... Bastard.