[He wants to drink it in. He will, both literally and metaphorically. He's never seen such a sight, and he burns it right in his eyes.]
[How beautiful. How wonderful. In the future, he will see the man, and the very image of these raised hips, this arching back, this moaning mouth, his eye rolled back in pleasure, all will float in his perception like a burned after image.]
[And by the Wings, its all for him.]
[He swallows. It burns at the back of his tongue, yet the man himself seems to burn hotter than anything here. He pulls off, lips stained and dribbling the remains, before he licks it off.]
[But its not over. He pulls himself up, cock swollen and heavy as he reaches down to grasp it. As Silco moves through the throes of pleasure, Vergilius strokes himself to the sight of it. His voice comes like a murmured prayer to an awful god as he keeps staring down at what he's left of the man.]
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[How beautiful. How wonderful. In the future, he will see the man, and the very image of these raised hips, this arching back, this moaning mouth, his eye rolled back in pleasure, all will float in his perception like a burned after image.]
[And by the Wings, its all for him.]
[He swallows. It burns at the back of his tongue, yet the man himself seems to burn hotter than anything here. He pulls off, lips stained and dribbling the remains, before he licks it off.]
[But its not over. He pulls himself up, cock swollen and heavy as he reaches down to grasp it. As Silco moves through the throes of pleasure, Vergilius strokes himself to the sight of it. His voice comes like a murmured prayer to an awful god as he keeps staring down at what he's left of the man.]
Fuck. Silco. Fuck.