[ Careful, careful, because Silco would always offer that promise. Vergilius has already shared that well of guilt with him, he's seen it for what it is. Something that holds him back, that keeps hi from being the man he should be. He would offer him that promise in a heartbeat β he may yet one of these days β He thinks the man could do to be more selfish, to take what he wanted when he wants. He has all of that power, after all. Could he not take what he wants?
Doesn't he now? He tugs at his pants, opens him up, they're both exposed, and he hissed out a soft gasp at the release of pressure, cool air and warm skin against him. A sharp thrill runs through him, makes his fingers tighten at that β taking what he wants, it fills him with a surge of excitement and, yes, desire. Come down deeper, into this pit, his fingers and mouth beg. There's nothing but monsters here, and what are we but just that?
He muffles the gasp against his skin, mouth open, teeth and lips and tongue all finding spaces to worry over, moving to new space after new space. There's almost a breathless laugh huffed against his skin, when he says: ]
Don't tell me the inspection's over already.
[ He punctuated it with another sucking bite on his skin, closer to his sternum, that trail of bites and marks still ever inching lower, lower, lower. ]
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Doesn't he now? He tugs at his pants, opens him up, they're both exposed, and he hissed out a soft gasp at the release of pressure, cool air and warm skin against him. A sharp thrill runs through him, makes his fingers tighten at that β taking what he wants, it fills him with a surge of excitement and, yes, desire. Come down deeper, into this pit, his fingers and mouth beg. There's nothing but monsters here, and what are we but just that?
He muffles the gasp against his skin, mouth open, teeth and lips and tongue all finding spaces to worry over, moving to new space after new space. There's almost a breathless laugh huffed against his skin, when he says: ]
Don't tell me the inspection's over already.
[ He punctuated it with another sucking bite on his skin, closer to his sternum, that trail of bites and marks still ever inching lower, lower, lower. ]