[There he goes. Right where he expected him to. Silco finds a wound, and digs in. He can't help himself from the hurt, the pain, if he's causing it for someone else.]
[He should reprimand him. Instead, he takes a different route. Silco brushes forward, and Vergilius, with strong scared hands, takes the man by the thin curve of his waist and turns him around so that his back is to his abdomen.]
[Immediately, he's leaning foward to kiss and then bite at the nape of his neck, like an animal would mark a mate. He's pressing against him, leaning as to make Silco almost fall to the bed.]
Haa. [Comes the scratchy growl against his skin - Vergilius's hands palms downward between his legs, lewd and desperate for taking what he has missed all this time.] By doing it so you don't get a chance to look at me when get my due. Is that not fair?
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[He should reprimand him. Instead, he takes a different route. Silco brushes forward, and Vergilius, with strong scared hands, takes the man by the thin curve of his waist and turns him around so that his back is to his abdomen.]
[Immediately, he's leaning foward to kiss and then bite at the nape of his neck, like an animal would mark a mate. He's pressing against him, leaning as to make Silco almost fall to the bed.]
Haa. [Comes the scratchy growl against his skin - Vergilius's hands palms downward between his legs, lewd and desperate for taking what he has missed all this time.] By doing it so you don't get a chance to look at me when get my due. Is that not fair?