[ Something rumbles deep in Vergilius's chest, and that does something to him, makes his face pique with the slightest discoloration β a flush β and he swallowed back the way his breath wants to wheeze out a sound of pleasure at the sound of it. He bites it back, because of course he does. He responds instead with those fingers, finding the line of his shirt, to scrape at the edge of his flesh behind his shirt. ]
Is that what it is?
[ He calls it a punishment, maybe it is, the way he leans into him, kissing his skin down until he bites at it, sharp and just enough that it welts up red. Maybe it's a punishment for him, but he thinks it goes both ways, doesn't it?
Is it his punishment? Is it Vergilius's penance, to take something for once for himself? He remembered how he'd sounded talking about what he couldn't allow himself to have, yet here he was, taking. What a greedy, terrible monster, isn't he? Silco's fingers drift up, to brush against his scalp, rest at the base of his neck, nails digging in. It's not as sharp there, as it could be. Yet.
Is it punishment, or is the man marking him like some wild beast, taking what's his due?
Does he mind either way? ]
Are you going to remember where you leave them? [ His tone is more teasing than harsh. ] Even if I cover them?
[ It's as if he wants him to think about it, every time he sees him later. Remember. Silco is nothing if not thorough, he wouldn't say it unless he wanted him to. ]
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Is that what it is?
[ He calls it a punishment, maybe it is, the way he leans into him, kissing his skin down until he bites at it, sharp and just enough that it welts up red. Maybe it's a punishment for him, but he thinks it goes both ways, doesn't it?
Is it his punishment? Is it Vergilius's penance, to take something for once for himself? He remembered how he'd sounded talking about what he couldn't allow himself to have, yet here he was, taking. What a greedy, terrible monster, isn't he? Silco's fingers drift up, to brush against his scalp, rest at the base of his neck, nails digging in. It's not as sharp there, as it could be. Yet.
Is it punishment, or is the man marking him like some wild beast, taking what's his due?
Does he mind either way? ]
Are you going to remember where you leave them? [ His tone is more teasing than harsh. ] Even if I cover them?
[ It's as if he wants him to think about it, every time he sees him later. Remember. Silco is nothing if not thorough, he wouldn't say it unless he wanted him to. ]