[It's like a fire burning inside. Something hot and beautiful and deadly. Even as the height of physical ecstasy calms, he can't help but moan his adoration as his hips stagger and thrust. He likes seeing Silco when he reaches his peak. The loss of control is so rare.]
[Nobody else gets to have this Silco in their hands. Messy and stained and with hair tussled and skin slick with sweat.]
[He really is the most gorgeous thorn in his side. He hates him for it, in a way. The pain he has caused, time and time again...]
[Well, he can punish him in so many ways. Just like this. Vergilius shifts, only to kiss him. Its a little desperate, one hand threading through the man's hair to cup over the nape of his neck.]
...It's been too long.
[He can't help but murmur. It really has. From the van to nights without a single thing to a knife in his side. And then back here.]
[He wants to bask in it a little while longer, even as his wound aches. To remind him.]
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[Nobody else gets to have this Silco in their hands. Messy and stained and with hair tussled and skin slick with sweat.]
[He really is the most gorgeous thorn in his side. He hates him for it, in a way. The pain he has caused, time and time again...]
[Well, he can punish him in so many ways. Just like this. Vergilius shifts, only to kiss him. Its a little desperate, one hand threading through the man's hair to cup over the nape of his neck.]
...It's been too long.
[He can't help but murmur. It really has. From the van to nights without a single thing to a knife in his side. And then back here.]
[He wants to bask in it a little while longer, even as his wound aches. To remind him.]
[He really should listen to himself.]