[ Wasn't Silco? With the way he looks at him like a greedy little bird, that pitch eye drinks all the lines of him in. Every time his muscles ripple under his skin, every time he caught his eyes from across the room. As if he didn't look at him and think exactly that; that he wanted more. Silco knows he is lean, hunched over, withered β he still covets him, and strangely, he lets him.
He breathes out, a soft half-chuckle. Something dark and a little bit pleased. ]
Maybe you should...
[ His fingers trail along the line of his jaw, to his ears, to brush at the fine hairs at the back of his neck. ]
We could sneak away... Would anyone even miss us? For just a little while.
[ He wasn't exactly making waves against the kaiju, and besides. He'd need his bodyguard with him, if he went off on his own. Right.
He tipped his head, to brush his lips against his jaw, and to breathe into his ear. ] Next time, maybe you should do it. Keep me occupied.
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He breathes out, a soft half-chuckle. Something dark and a little bit pleased. ]
Maybe you should...
[ His fingers trail along the line of his jaw, to his ears, to brush at the fine hairs at the back of his neck. ]
We could sneak away... Would anyone even miss us? For just a little while.
[ He wasn't exactly making waves against the kaiju, and besides. He'd need his bodyguard with him, if he went off on his own. Right.
He tipped his head, to brush his lips against his jaw, and to breathe into his ear. ] Next time, maybe you should do it. Keep me occupied.
[ Keep him from getting any ideas... ]