[ It's a show, personal and put on just for him β Silco barely realizes he's doing it. He's twitching underneath him, some part of him wants to thrust up and into his mouth, he fights to do it, but Vergilius is so much stronger than him, can hold him down and have his way with him all he wants. His head pressed as flat as he can, back arching even though he can do little more than just arch it β
He feels like he's in a tailspin, dizzying and out of control, he can't speed him up, he can't force him to take him all in unless it is his whim and will. Scarred hands on his skin, he could so easily just rip Silco off of the bed and he wouldn't be able to do more than protest ineffectively. But it makes him press his head to the sheets, and spread himself wider, let him hear and see what he's doing to him.
Dividends, indeed. Isn't he reaping the rewards? His one eye open, he stares down at him, the way he drags his mouth back up him β his mouth open and gasping out a soft β ] You Bastard β
[ It's an admonishment, it's also fond in its own way. As if he'd expected nothing less. ]
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He feels like he's in a tailspin, dizzying and out of control, he can't speed him up, he can't force him to take him all in unless it is his whim and will. Scarred hands on his skin, he could so easily just rip Silco off of the bed and he wouldn't be able to do more than protest ineffectively. But it makes him press his head to the sheets, and spread himself wider, let him hear and see what he's doing to him.
Dividends, indeed. Isn't he reaping the rewards? His one eye open, he stares down at him, the way he drags his mouth back up him β his mouth open and gasping out a soft β ] You Bastard β
[ It's an admonishment, it's also fond in its own way. As if he'd expected nothing less. ]