[He doesn't understand it sometimes. This weakness. Not the overall weakness, he knew that part, he always knew he was a hypocritical bastard, but Silco? Why this weakness for Silco? Why could time and time again, the man would reach up from the pit and beckon him closer, and he, usually proud, would listen?]
[Silco explores every part of him like he needs to memorize every nook and cranny. The body as a museum. It's unfair, really, as he whines at the bite near his sternum, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.]
Not yet. Hah.
[Another low noise, more wanton this time, as his fingers curl at the back of the man's neck. Now exposed, he's thrusting against the man, a dry rut to mKe him shiver.]
Haven't even started for real. And I know...exactly where to start from. When you're done, mmhm...
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[Silco explores every part of him like he needs to memorize every nook and cranny. The body as a museum. It's unfair, really, as he whines at the bite near his sternum, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.]
Not yet. Hah.
[Another low noise, more wanton this time, as his fingers curl at the back of the man's neck. Now exposed, he's thrusting against the man, a dry rut to mKe him shiver.]
Haven't even started for real. And I know...exactly where to start from. When you're done, mmhm...