[Silco pulls back to grasp at him. He might allow a second or two of that, but he is running the show, here. He grasps the other's hips so he can pull himself out with a definite slow drag of intent. And then, now freed, he's leaning forward again to reach around the man underneath him to flip him around. Silco's back hits the mattress.]
[Vergilius straddles him, the weight of his hips solidly keeping him where he is. His red eyes shine vividly under his bangs, a smile playing on his lips.]
Do you want me to say yes?
[His punishment continues. Just in a different form this time. Silco can't move his hips up like this. He only can let Vergilius decide what to do.]
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[Did he enjoy it?]
[Silco pulls back to grasp at him. He might allow a second or two of that, but he is running the show, here. He grasps the other's hips so he can pull himself out with a definite slow drag of intent. And then, now freed, he's leaning forward again to reach around the man underneath him to flip him around. Silco's back hits the mattress.]
[Vergilius straddles him, the weight of his hips solidly keeping him where he is. His red eyes shine vividly under his bangs, a smile playing on his lips.]
Do you want me to say yes?
[His punishment continues. Just in a different form this time. Silco can't move his hips up like this. He only can let Vergilius decide what to do.]
[His hand cards through Silco's hair, gently.]
Would you want to hear me say it?