[ Even though he releases his hips, Vergilius truly does still have all of the control here. Silco may have wrapped a leg around his shoulders, an awkward twist of long, thin limbs, and he arched to put his foot on the sheets, as if it would give him enough leverage to fight him β he doesn't even have to fight him, he can just push down again anytime he wants.
But with the newfound freedom he does surge up, following his mouth, chasing heat and sensation and thrusting up and into him. He'd very nearly chased him up and away, but as soon as he's given freedom, he takes it. Irregular, uncontrolled thrusts up and into him, his heel pressed tight against his back to try and hold him down (ineffectively) and his hips pushing up.
It's all liquid heat, wet and too hot and it pools in his belly, makes his head hazy, and control so difficult to grasp, like sand sifting through his fingertips. Is it better when he holds him down? Is it better now, when he can fuck himself into his mouth? He can't even tell, but with his hips unrestrained, he's falling, falling, falling so fast off the precipice. ]
I'm β
[ He reaches out with a hand, to pull one of his hands off from his abdomen, to tighten fingers into it, like he needs to hold onto something β him. Can he hold on? He feels like he's already starting to fall. ]
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But with the newfound freedom he does surge up, following his mouth, chasing heat and sensation and thrusting up and into him. He'd very nearly chased him up and away, but as soon as he's given freedom, he takes it. Irregular, uncontrolled thrusts up and into him, his heel pressed tight against his back to try and hold him down (ineffectively) and his hips pushing up.
It's all liquid heat, wet and too hot and it pools in his belly, makes his head hazy, and control so difficult to grasp, like sand sifting through his fingertips. Is it better when he holds him down? Is it better now, when he can fuck himself into his mouth? He can't even tell, but with his hips unrestrained, he's falling, falling, falling so fast off the precipice. ]
I'm β
[ He reaches out with a hand, to pull one of his hands off from his abdomen, to tighten fingers into it, like he needs to hold onto something β him. Can he hold on? He feels like he's already starting to fall. ]