[It feels easier, now. The way they fall against each other, the way they now know how their acerbic back-and-forths lead to the same end every time. They were so guarded, before. And step, by step, they put down their cards, saw each other a little clearer, liked what they saw.]
[Of course, he can't exactly say his feelings about Silco are that simple. Even deep down, he has a true anger in regards to him that can't be snuffed out. He feels even Silco can see that. But within that burning anger, there isn't hatred. How can he hate him? Between the both of them, the one who deserves hatred is him, himself.]
[Maybe that's why he's been more than happy to bear his scars, where others would look towards being unmarred. He lets Silco help him, drops his shirt to the side of the bed. Silco threatens to add to his morbid little map. Perhaps if he can, there will be scratches of nails and crooked evidence of teeth to dot his skin with the rest of them.]
[He won't be a passive bystander. The kisses are returned, but he's twisting his head to nibble a little over the other's jaw before taking the tip of his ear to suck. His hands, explorers, slide down the man's waist, thumbs rubbing little circles into his hips.]
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[Of course, he can't exactly say his feelings about Silco are that simple. Even deep down, he has a true anger in regards to him that can't be snuffed out. He feels even Silco can see that. But within that burning anger, there isn't hatred. How can he hate him? Between the both of them, the one who deserves hatred is him, himself.]
[Maybe that's why he's been more than happy to bear his scars, where others would look towards being unmarred. He lets Silco help him, drops his shirt to the side of the bed. Silco threatens to add to his morbid little map. Perhaps if he can, there will be scratches of nails and crooked evidence of teeth to dot his skin with the rest of them.]
[He won't be a passive bystander. The kisses are returned, but he's twisting his head to nibble a little over the other's jaw before taking the tip of his ear to suck. His hands, explorers, slide down the man's waist, thumbs rubbing little circles into his hips.]
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