[Is it true control? He might wonder about that later. Silco, the proud, the man who wouldn't give an inch before taking a mile, first. It seems paradoxical here. Silco bares himself entirely for him to grasp and handle and kiss and suck down on. He presents himself to Vergilius like an offering to a beast. The practical "virgin" to sate the dragon's appetite.]
[Then again, to think of Silco being anything close to a damsel in distress is laughable. This, too, will get this businessman dividends. Even so, even if he knows Silco will be benefitting from it - doesn't his voice, low and moaning, sound so wonderful saying his name like this?]
[He heeds the command. His fingers splayed on firm lean skin, he descends to swallow him as deep as he can go, humming all the while. He won't let the man indulge in the feeling, as he's scrapping his teeth upwards on sensitive skin as his saliva drips down his shaft. His own cock twitches, almost lonely in its mirror. He ignores it for now, red eyes flitting up to see the man's minute little reactions.]
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[Then again, to think of Silco being anything close to a damsel in distress is laughable. This, too, will get this businessman dividends. Even so, even if he knows Silco will be benefitting from it - doesn't his voice, low and moaning, sound so wonderful saying his name like this?]
[He heeds the command. His fingers splayed on firm lean skin, he descends to swallow him as deep as he can go, humming all the while. He won't let the man indulge in the feeling, as he's scrapping his teeth upwards on sensitive skin as his saliva drips down his shaft. His own cock twitches, almost lonely in its mirror. He ignores it for now, red eyes flitting up to see the man's minute little reactions.]