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𝗦𝗢𝗹𝗰𝗼 ([personal profile] zauneyete) wrote in [personal profile] immortalpoet 2025-03-16 10:29 pm (UTC)

[ It's hard to tell whether it's the scrape of teeth, the rush of air, or his hands that does it. Maybe all three, or maybe it's the promise murmured against his skin, but that warm flush down his spine leaves him spreading his legs too-obedeiently for him. His hands are what keep him from falling all the way forward, though his slight weight feels off-kilter.

Out of control even, but maybe just like Vergilius is often out of control with him, he finds himself in the same position. Caught by surprise. Just like now, his weight solid against his back, boxing him between that and the bed.

But Silco doesn't just comply. He never just complies, does he? His lips curl as he turned his head to look over his shoulder, leveling that blackened eye towards him, even if he's settled against the back of his neck.
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Oh? Is it? [ He asked, a shark's smile on his face. He shouldn't like this, the way he pushes him into place, but he likes it regardless. It makes him want to fight back just a little bit spitefully. Like now. It makes it better, he can feel how his body reacts to his palms, his fingers, to this. He makes him want to comply β€” and fight back β€” all at once. ] How are you going to do that? [ Put him into his place? ]

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