[He would have cringed at himself for a decision like this. As much as others saw him as some violent harbinger of doom, he never wanted to truly be as such, deep down. And yet, here and now, its like Silco has scratched open something raw. Something buried he didn't like to acknowledge. He still feels bad - a part of him always will - but Silco practically asked for this.]
[Besides, when he moves, he can feel the twinge of pain under the bandage on his side. Paying it forward. He can make it up to Silco lately, but...]
[Yes, maybe he does deserve it. He doesn't slacken on the pace, keeping up his thrusting with short, solid movements. He moves like he wants to knock the wind out of him. In the meantime, his forehead breaks into a sweat, but he's silent, listening for more of those wonderful little noises he can harvest.]
[Maybe he can get a rash to develop on Silco's face pressed on the sheets.]
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[He would have cringed at himself for a decision like this. As much as others saw him as some violent harbinger of doom, he never wanted to truly be as such, deep down. And yet, here and now, its like Silco has scratched open something raw. Something buried he didn't like to acknowledge. He still feels bad - a part of him always will - but Silco practically asked for this.]
[Besides, when he moves, he can feel the twinge of pain under the bandage on his side. Paying it forward. He can make it up to Silco lately, but...]
[Yes, maybe he does deserve it. He doesn't slacken on the pace, keeping up his thrusting with short, solid movements. He moves like he wants to knock the wind out of him. In the meantime, his forehead breaks into a sweat, but he's silent, listening for more of those wonderful little noises he can harvest.]
[Maybe he can get a rash to develop on Silco's face pressed on the sheets.]