[He may be done, the last twitching spurts of his high finally adding to the pooled heat, but he's still rocking his hips, a rhythm he can't just break. He should be catching his breath. Instead, he feels somehow energized. Everything is awake, everything feels like it can't simply just slow down.]
[And of course, he hears that beautiful whine of a request. His scarfed hand snakes between them as he slides it down, down, scars prickling over his groin.]
Your wish is my command.
[And now, dutiful, he graps the man solidly. He pumps it, strokes it, brushes the tip with his thumb, desperate to have him find his own release. He tries to time it with the continued movement of his hips. Silco, Silco, Silco. To think before he would have been at his throat even for something like this. Now, it feels inevitable. Like this is where fate etched them to be.]
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[And of course, he hears that beautiful whine of a request. His scarfed hand snakes between them as he slides it down, down, scars prickling over his groin.]
Your wish is my command.
[And now, dutiful, he graps the man solidly. He pumps it, strokes it, brushes the tip with his thumb, desperate to have him find his own release. He tries to time it with the continued movement of his hips. Silco, Silco, Silco. To think before he would have been at his throat even for something like this. Now, it feels inevitable. Like this is where fate etched them to be.]
Come. Come. Pretty one. Come on.