[ If it wouldn't have given it away β how much he did love this β he would have writhed and hissed and whined at the chill air on him, cooling spit. His back arched, he sucks and bites him and the whine comes ripped out of his throat, back arched and fingers tight into the sheets. If he were stronger, they would rip.
His head pressed to the bed, that burning pit of an eye rolled up to the back of his head. ]
No β
[ He hissed out, pain blossoms like an old welcome friend, and he twitches, twists, Vergilius keeps going, keeps talking and he swallowed back a frustrated groan as he took him back in. He fights against his hands, trying to thrust deeper into him and getting nowhere, but his legs, they're free enough that he squirms with them before he lifted one to hook one around his shoulders and neck, as if it could keep him there.
Saying clearly what Silco wasn't, that it was that good. ]
no subject
His head pressed to the bed, that burning pit of an eye rolled up to the back of his head. ]
No β
[ He hissed out, pain blossoms like an old welcome friend, and he twitches, twists, Vergilius keeps going, keeps talking and he swallowed back a frustrated groan as he took him back in. He fights against his hands, trying to thrust deeper into him and getting nowhere, but his legs, they're free enough that he squirms with them before he lifted one to hook one around his shoulders and neck, as if it could keep him there.
Saying clearly what Silco wasn't, that it was that good. ]