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𝗦𝗢𝗹𝗰𝗼 ([personal profile] zauneyete) wrote in [personal profile] immortalpoet 2025-03-19 06:05 am (UTC)

[ He's rewarded with a rush of air through clenched teeth, already starting to tempt those sighs out of him. He wondered if Vergilius would punish him for that stabbing β€” and this was a punishment in its own way, reminding him of what they had; here, and now β€” his legs spread for him, barely upright. If he tipped him over any more, he would fall forward, and onto the bed. ]

Oh β€” [ Is it surprise? Something else? He takes his ear in his mouth, and Silco does gasp this time, his fingers searching, searching, for something to hold onto. He can't grip his shoulders like this, he can't reach out to take him or grip him.

He can find his fingers, reaches for his arm, but it's an ineffective squeeze at best, tightening around the flesh there, holding him, digging fingers in. He pressed his back up against his, arching his back so he has as much as he wants from him, and his touch leaves him chasing it with a lewd thrust of his hips.

He's been craving it just as much as Vergilius has. Maybe that's the most shameful thing of all, even more shameful that he gives it up, allows him to see it.
]

And you think you can keep me in line to do that?

[ He says it, knowing what it will do. Maybe he's playing with fire, tempting him out a little bit, tempting him to show him that monster.

If his voice came out a little breathless, no it didn't.
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