[Pride is not an emotion he's used to letting himself feeling. It peeks out here and there, in the way he can look down on others despite his own internal self-deprecation. But here? Now? He feels like he's baking in it. Silco, so beautiful in the way that originally awful pale pallor mottles with vivid red in all the right places, and it's because of him. Silco, being driven to the peak again from the sheer strength of thrusts threatening to tear him into two, and its because of him. His pride roars like a beast, and it seeks to state that you feel this way because of me. No one else. I'm the only one.]
[He's not a young man. Even as strong as this body is with all its past surgeries, he will feel it in the morning. But that burning hunger that punched itself into his abdomen so suddenly is now shifting into a new form. It feels more like true and honest passion, a new and thrilling thing to feel as the man arches that lovely little curve and gasps.]
[Everything is new, renewed. And now, his own results are sending shockwaves into his abdomen and curling his toes, and he feels he can't hold on any longer. Sure, maybe he's losing the battle as he can't help himself, doing one last final thrust that bottoms out completely within the man But he will win the war - since the explosion of heat that sends him groaning and arching his own back against the sheets with a wordless cry is something he wants to see Silco react to.]
[It almost bowls him over, the strength of this one. It feels more potent, a cup overflowing - he's riding it out with a babble of Silco's name, his hand almost scruffing the man to keep him where he is as he fills him to the brim.]
Fuck, fuck, ha, Silco, you're so fucking good, haaagh, Silco-
[Again, and again, until the shooting stars down his spine become aftershocks that twitch through his pleased and heated body - and even his face seems softer, now, with a grin that shines from where he's laying.]
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[He's not a young man. Even as strong as this body is with all its past surgeries, he will feel it in the morning. But that burning hunger that punched itself into his abdomen so suddenly is now shifting into a new form. It feels more like true and honest passion, a new and thrilling thing to feel as the man arches that lovely little curve and gasps.]
[Everything is new, renewed. And now, his own results are sending shockwaves into his abdomen and curling his toes, and he feels he can't hold on any longer. Sure, maybe he's losing the battle as he can't help himself, doing one last final thrust that bottoms out completely within the man But he will win the war - since the explosion of heat that sends him groaning and arching his own back against the sheets with a wordless cry is something he wants to see Silco react to.]
[It almost bowls him over, the strength of this one. It feels more potent, a cup overflowing - he's riding it out with a babble of Silco's name, his hand almost scruffing the man to keep him where he is as he fills him to the brim.]
Fuck, fuck, ha, Silco, you're so fucking good, haaagh, Silco-
[Again, and again, until the shooting stars down his spine become aftershocks that twitch through his pleased and heated body - and even his face seems softer, now, with a grin that shines from where he's laying.]
[He's so proud.]