[He'll regret this later. Not necessarily physically - this body has been operated on so many times that a marathon of this seems somewhat paltry in comparion, though the exhaustion will be there- but its about the feeling of it. This man, who twists into him and holds like a barbed harpoon, now being given an experience to almost die for. He doesn't deserve it. Silco doesn't deserve it either. And yet, here he is, caught underneath him and sweating.]
[This hunger he has for Silco, where does it come from? If he even thinks about it, it doesn't make sense, the pocky staying far away from his mind as possible. Maybe its normal to fuck an old druglord into oblivion. He should think about it more. Figure it out. He doesn't.]
[Silco presses at him with his legs to turn over. Ridiculous, but he's seeing this as another opportunity of sorts. He laughs against that knee, and then relents to his direction.]
[Here he is. All on his back for you.]
[He beckons him with his own gaze and curl of his hands, that rush of fire in his belly coming into a shimmer.]
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[This hunger he has for Silco, where does it come from? If he even thinks about it, it doesn't make sense, the pocky staying far away from his mind as possible. Maybe its normal to fuck an old druglord into oblivion. He should think about it more. Figure it out. He doesn't.]
[Silco presses at him with his legs to turn over. Ridiculous, but he's seeing this as another opportunity of sorts. He laughs against that knee, and then relents to his direction.]
[Here he is. All on his back for you.]
[He beckons him with his own gaze and curl of his hands, that rush of fire in his belly coming into a shimmer.]
Do your horrible work.