[Silco is exposed as he pulls the buttons open. Silco guards everything about himself as if he runs his own prison. His body isn't something that sees the light of day, held in pristine little vests and collared shirts and whatnot. He always did dress nicely, as much of a vicious little thing as he is. Vergilius never cared too much for what he wore.]
[Here, he gets to see the thin little curves, the edges of ribs, the sallow skin he's put his mouth to again and again. He almost feels his own mouth well up with saliva, like a dog finding a worried bone.]
[He moves backwards, guided by Silco. And the man makes his intentions known, slender little fingers pushing down to brush over the heat of his groin. It takes so little to get him going. How base of him. One day he might simply see the man and fall to his desires in a second.]
...A good plan.
[He's sitting back on this...atrocious excuse for a bed. Ugh. Vergilius does his best to ignore it.]
shoots them
[Here, he gets to see the thin little curves, the edges of ribs, the sallow skin he's put his mouth to again and again. He almost feels his own mouth well up with saliva, like a dog finding a worried bone.]
[He moves backwards, guided by Silco. And the man makes his intentions known, slender little fingers pushing down to brush over the heat of his groin. It takes so little to get him going. How base of him. One day he might simply see the man and fall to his desires in a second.]
...A good plan.
[He's sitting back on this...atrocious excuse for a bed. Ugh. Vergilius does his best to ignore it.]
Come on. Come here.