[It surprises Vergilius, too, that Silco is as needy as this. Back in that hallway, he had barely reacted to Vergilius and his first little kiss to his scar. Now, it feels like he wants to milk as he can from him to the point of destruction.]
[And see, the problem is, Vergilius doesn't mind. He has wanted that. A reaction, a sharing of feeling, even if the things that tie them together are nasty, twisted, awful little notions. Silco hates him in some way. And yet here he is, hands prying, teeth biting, and Vergilius so deeply needs him like this all the time. There's something about being desired so heavily that sends a tingle from his toes to the top of his head, making him suddenly break out in a pleasantly flushed sweat.]
[He doesn't ever want to let go of this man. He is his to break. His abdomen churns with the spike of feeling as Silco utters those words. A challenge. He grasps at those bony hips, prompts them upward as he shifts his body-]
[So that he can get in the right location to start to press into him once more. His hands tug to encourage him to move down, to sink fully. To let himself be claimed and filled and proven to be pretty.]
Haaaa. [Comes the sigh that edges into a whine - the pain at those pinprick bites only spurs him forward.] Oh. I'll show you, alright, pretty one.
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[And see, the problem is, Vergilius doesn't mind. He has wanted that. A reaction, a sharing of feeling, even if the things that tie them together are nasty, twisted, awful little notions. Silco hates him in some way. And yet here he is, hands prying, teeth biting, and Vergilius so deeply needs him like this all the time. There's something about being desired so heavily that sends a tingle from his toes to the top of his head, making him suddenly break out in a pleasantly flushed sweat.]
[He doesn't ever want to let go of this man. He is his to break. His abdomen churns with the spike of feeling as Silco utters those words. A challenge. He grasps at those bony hips, prompts them upward as he shifts his body-]
[So that he can get in the right location to start to press into him once more. His hands tug to encourage him to move down, to sink fully. To let himself be claimed and filled and proven to be pretty.]
Haaaa. [Comes the sigh that edges into a whine - the pain at those pinprick bites only spurs him forward.] Oh. I'll show you, alright, pretty one.