[He too, doesn't know which is better. To keep Silco where he wants him, or to let Silco do whatever he wants to him. Maybe both. He can't decide.]
[It's even harder when his cock is thrusting into his mouth so desperately. How beautiful. His jaw will be sore for sure, as he has no real chance to readjust as the man moves with reckless abandon. He would do something similar in his spot.]
[He can't say anything. He only groans around the mouthful, as if to encourage him. The hand is...a surprise, his eyes widening as those spider fingers tangle into his. To be his anchor, he assumes.]
[How ironic, to be the one to support him, and be the one to pull him into hell.]
[His own cock is pressing against the sheets, heavy, and desperate for his own friction. He ignores it- right now, its all about Silco.]
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[It's even harder when his cock is thrusting into his mouth so desperately. How beautiful. His jaw will be sore for sure, as he has no real chance to readjust as the man moves with reckless abandon. He would do something similar in his spot.]
[He can't say anything. He only groans around the mouthful, as if to encourage him. The hand is...a surprise, his eyes widening as those spider fingers tangle into his. To be his anchor, he assumes.]
[How ironic, to be the one to support him, and be the one to pull him into hell.]
[His own cock is pressing against the sheets, heavy, and desperate for his own friction. He ignores it- right now, its all about Silco.]