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Vergilius ([personal profile] immortalpoet) wrote 2024-12-26 05:31 am (UTC)

[Just right. It feels just right. That might be a thought to haunt his early hours later, when all is said and done. This isn't the first time he's done this, it won't be the last time. But something about this, right now, with Silco clenching down just so over him, it feels just right.]

[What an awful, beautiful, amazing, horrible thing that is.]

[And so, Silco will get that sweating brow, that rumble in his chest that explodes out his mouth into a longing groan that whimpers with his thrusts, digging deeper. Its as if he's threatening to leave himself embedded into the man for ages. Silco may claim him as his, but it doesn't mean he can't do the same thing right back.]

[His knees draw up to press into the man's sides as he injects even more power into his hips. He practically wants to see, feel the sin of the man almost literally bouncing on his swollen cock. He will show him. His hand trails up to cup the man's nape of his neck as he grunts his effort into their movement, hoarse now as he proclaims his answer.]


I'll have a - fuck, hah - lot of proofs to come.

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