[Even in this addled lavender haze, there's this understanding that is so apparent as to be in your face. Silco has some sort of complex with the neck. He drank blood from it before, and touches him now, and Silco's body stills like a deer in the dark.]
[The heat from his cheeks is something to obsess over. Silco bends down to scrape at his own neck, and a haggard sigh pushes past his lips as his other hand slides to his back and then - to seemingly keep it from getting too pure, he's squeezing whatever pitiful excuse Silco has for an ass.]
[His hunger still beats like a drum - he's grasping the back of Silco's neck, firm but soft, as he starts to slowly rock his hips up against the man's abdomen. He was half hard before from the touch of it all, but he will take what is his no matter what. Already, he's dreadfully missing being so buried deep into the man to the point of rupturing every little spider's web of control he can find.]
I know so.
[Comes his answer, pressed into a kiss above his carotid artery.]
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[The heat from his cheeks is something to obsess over. Silco bends down to scrape at his own neck, and a haggard sigh pushes past his lips as his other hand slides to his back and then - to seemingly keep it from getting too pure, he's squeezing whatever pitiful excuse Silco has for an ass.]
[His hunger still beats like a drum - he's grasping the back of Silco's neck, firm but soft, as he starts to slowly rock his hips up against the man's abdomen. He was half hard before from the touch of it all, but he will take what is his no matter what. Already, he's dreadfully missing being so buried deep into the man to the point of rupturing every little spider's web of control he can find.]
I know so.
[Comes his answer, pressed into a kiss above his carotid artery.]