[He's kissed, and it feels like both a lifeline and a deaty sentence. Silco takes him in, brushes his bangs back - the touch of his hands is something he finds himself constantly thirsting for, even more than the kisses.]
[His gaze, exposed. The order, given. He gives himself a few short pumps, his voice scratching against his vocal cords.]
Ah. Silco-
[And that name ends in a low moan as he finally hits his peak, body shaking as hot streams do, indeed, make a mess over the man's waiting body. He whines as he feels his breath heave, biting Silco's lips as he rocks against his own hand. It feels too glorious. It feels like he's in a sea of stars. He really shouldn't deserve this, yet-]
[He lets his head drift to the man's shoulder, resting onto it as his eyelids flutter from the aftershocks going up his spine.]
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[His gaze, exposed. The order, given. He gives himself a few short pumps, his voice scratching against his vocal cords.]
Ah. Silco-
[And that name ends in a low moan as he finally hits his peak, body shaking as hot streams do, indeed, make a mess over the man's waiting body. He whines as he feels his breath heave, biting Silco's lips as he rocks against his own hand. It feels too glorious. It feels like he's in a sea of stars. He really shouldn't deserve this, yet-]
[He lets his head drift to the man's shoulder, resting onto it as his eyelids flutter from the aftershocks going up his spine.]