[How frantic, how desperate. He was prepared, he realizes. Even after all of that, with stabbing him in the side, he had expected Vergilius to return and really give him a scolding in more ways than one.]
[He sees Silco's face, now, and for a moment its like time has stopped. He sees the pursing of those lips, the edges of his scar, the blossoming of red across usually pale skin. Something intense stabs through him. A violence that somehow tastes so sweet at the back of his tongue.]
[And meanwhile, his own face is marred by obvious lust, a passion that burns through his stare. The words come choking out, like animals escaping their den.]
I've dreamt of this every night.
[As honest as he can be. The lube is taken, cracked open. Both hands withdraw, before one returns to squeeze his ass with a slick finger that dives in, encircles his entrance with a tease.]
Oh. If only we were alone in that van that night. I would have...devoured you.
[Such horrific hunger has to have an outlet. He starts to press in, rocking his finger to and fro. Another kiss is pressed against his shoulder, before he worries a little bruise into his beautiful bare skin.]
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[He sees Silco's face, now, and for a moment its like time has stopped. He sees the pursing of those lips, the edges of his scar, the blossoming of red across usually pale skin. Something intense stabs through him. A violence that somehow tastes so sweet at the back of his tongue.]
[And meanwhile, his own face is marred by obvious lust, a passion that burns through his stare. The words come choking out, like animals escaping their den.]
I've dreamt of this every night.
[As honest as he can be. The lube is taken, cracked open. Both hands withdraw, before one returns to squeeze his ass with a slick finger that dives in, encircles his entrance with a tease.]
Oh. If only we were alone in that van that night. I would have...devoured you.
[Such horrific hunger has to have an outlet. He starts to press in, rocking his finger to and fro. Another kiss is pressed against his shoulder, before he worries a little bruise into his beautiful bare skin.]