[Be careful, he says. Ah, it makes him want to laugh. Both at Silco and himself. The comedy of it all. He allows himself a sliver of a grin, shining white, before it disappears with a groan of pleasured pain with the teeth that now lay claim to his collarbone. A gasp of a breath, and he hoarsely replies:]
What are you going to do, if you're around me much longer?
[Did he think that he was the predator here, and he had found welcome prey? No, he doesn't think Silco is stupid. He understands what he has, who he has. Vergilius is tantalizing because of the danger that holds above his head like a blade. They both wandered into this knowing just what vicious ends they may lead themselves to.]
[Even something like this, with the warmth of a tryst of lovers, could hold something as sharp as the promise of a thousand knives. Vergilius looks down onto the man, whose unblinking, inhuman eye meets his own.]
[He shifts, and its easy as anything - maybe this is unfair, the way he shows off his strength, but he's rolling them over in a single move so Silco is now with his back into the bed as Vergilius looms over him like a shadow.]
I know at least one thing you won't do, if you're around me much longer. [He's still deep within the man, and he is loathe to detach himself. He may not have gotten his arousal back, yet, but it doesn't stop him from making a smooth roll of his hips just to let the other feel the slick movement edging heavy into his abdomen. It's practically a threat. He has a spiteful little dream that Silco will be haunted by this. He wants him restless at night, feeling empty, wanting the only thing that could make his greedy soul feel whole even for a moment.] You won't be walking for a good long while because of little old me. Is that okay with you, I wonder?
"little old me" verg you've got almost a foot on him
[ No, he knows Vergilius is a monster, a beast that could put an end to him with a snap of his wrist. If anything, that makes something low in his gut stir back to life, despite the fact that he'd spent nearly everything he had, and that he could barely move as it was. He was well and thoroughly already destroyed — and vulnerable — but the man had stayed his hand, every time he had the opportunity.
Would that change? Would he kill him and return him to his home in a fit of... something? Could he? Or would LILTH interfere? Silco's heart beat a touch faster at the thought, the danger of the man's violence something he wanted to see on full display, and take in hand, and direct. He wanted to see that monster flourish, and thrive. His good eye almost slid closed, up until the moment he flipped him over.
Silco... he is not a man who is given to fits and to taking such indulgences, but the fact that he did it so readily, in one fell swoop caused his stomach to flip-flop, that rush of something that was like a rush of blood away from his head and towards — ]
Do you think I'll be able to so far?
[ Already, he could feel it. His back ached, his hip twinged. A part of him knew well enough that he would be aching elsewhere for days.
His lips curled, a touch of that overconfidence back.
Maybe the display of strength was something he'd liked. Or maybe it was the way he rolled into him, a lewd sound that accompanied it. His breath escaped in a rush, and if anything, he almost seemed to spread his legs a touch wider for him. ]
I thought you were going to break me?
[ He goads, even as he reaches up to his neck, to hold his hand there, and dig his nails into his neck, dull little things, but still, he tries to dig in.
As if either of them are going to be able to forget this, as if Silco won't be thinking about it after every single time they talk, as if he won't lash out at him accordingly. As if he won't be embarrassed later, when he realizes the culprit, for how much he wants more, more, more; and how he keeps thinking about it afterward. ]
[He will miss this. This pride, this pleasure, this pain. Silco won the war here, may have even eked out a victory in battle. After this, the hooks into his skin are more evident - he can't simply detach himself from this moment, where burying himself into the man feels like it should be a constant in his life.]
[It's wrong. Silco is horrible. Someone who has betrayed his trust, turned him into a monster. Does he come back to him because the idea of being manipulated like this is a foregone conclusion? Does he simply miss the touch of others this much, even if it's coming from someone this ready to hurt him?]
[See, there he digs in. Vergilius shudders and grinds his teeth in muted pain. His hide is tough. And yet Silco aims to leave a mark however possible.]
[He is not to be deterred. He will take on that challenge from before, now goaded with words. He thrusts forward again, languid like a wave lapping at the shore. His movement is eased by the slick feeling present, leaking slightly onto the sheets between them with his movement.]
[Amazing, how even now, he feels like he could push forward, fill him again to the brim, like Silco is a receptacle for everything he chooses to be.]
[His hand reaches forward to grasp at the side of his face, edge of his thimbnail digging as it slides upwards. His mouth is open as his breath heaves with his movement below.]
I will. I certainly will.
[His breath comes out rough, rattling, but tinged with a certain kind of warmth, almost fond.]
[ He digs his thumbnail into the side of his face, and Silco hisses in response. Vergilius can cut him in two so easily, but right now, it doesn't chill the mood, Silco's head only tipped into it, a quirk of his lips, as if to challenge him to do more. He's already left a mark on him — the bite mark on his own neck has scarred over — but Silco is a greedy man. He wants more of it. Maybe it's this haze, this heat that still seems to pull a veil over logic, but...
It's lessened. His brain might have been able to work, if it weren't for the fact that his cock was still in him, and if he wasn't still lazily moving in him. Each movement seemed to jolt through him, piercing him down to his core and he can feel himself stirring, even if his body should be well past done. Vergilius may as well be some sort of demon, for how his energy was going to be drained from him when all is said and done. He'll be incapable of walking, let alone moving.
But his energy stays (the horny brain heat flooding through him keeps him afloat for the moment) and he pressed up against his hand, as if he could lean up and take his lips again, to kiss and bite at his lips while he fucks him through it. He tugs weakly with his hands, still digging in like dull pricks against his skin, issuing a wordless command with his hands. Come here he demands with his spider-fingers, like beckoning a beast.
He wants to break him in half, he says he will — if he'll have him. As if he hasn't already? It's an idle thought, and he almost laughs, but it manifests in a curl of a smirk on his scarred lips, and he lifts his head slightly, against that thumbnail digging into his skin. Will it scar? ]
For the rest of the night, stop asking.
[ He says — commands — ] If you're going to break me, then do it.
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What are you going to do, if you're around me much longer?
[Did he think that he was the predator here, and he had found welcome prey? No, he doesn't think Silco is stupid. He understands what he has, who he has. Vergilius is tantalizing because of the danger that holds above his head like a blade. They both wandered into this knowing just what vicious ends they may lead themselves to.]
[Even something like this, with the warmth of a tryst of lovers, could hold something as sharp as the promise of a thousand knives. Vergilius looks down onto the man, whose unblinking, inhuman eye meets his own.]
[He shifts, and its easy as anything - maybe this is unfair, the way he shows off his strength, but he's rolling them over in a single move so Silco is now with his back into the bed as Vergilius looms over him like a shadow.]
I know at least one thing you won't do, if you're around me much longer. [He's still deep within the man, and he is loathe to detach himself. He may not have gotten his arousal back, yet, but it doesn't stop him from making a smooth roll of his hips just to let the other feel the slick movement edging heavy into his abdomen. It's practically a threat. He has a spiteful little dream that Silco will be haunted by this. He wants him restless at night, feeling empty, wanting the only thing that could make his greedy soul feel whole even for a moment.] You won't be walking for a good long while because of little old me. Is that okay with you, I wonder?
"little old me" verg you've got almost a foot on him
Would that change? Would he kill him and return him to his home in a fit of... something? Could he? Or would LILTH interfere? Silco's heart beat a touch faster at the thought, the danger of the man's violence something he wanted to see on full display, and take in hand, and direct. He wanted to see that monster flourish, and thrive. His good eye almost slid closed, up until the moment he flipped him over.
Silco... he is not a man who is given to fits and to taking such indulgences, but the fact that he did it so readily, in one fell swoop caused his stomach to flip-flop, that rush of something that was like a rush of blood away from his head and towards — ]
Do you think I'll be able to so far?
[ Already, he could feel it. His back ached, his hip twinged. A part of him knew well enough that he would be aching elsewhere for days.
His lips curled, a touch of that overconfidence back.
Maybe the display of strength was something he'd liked. Or maybe it was the way he rolled into him, a lewd sound that accompanied it. His breath escaped in a rush, and if anything, he almost seemed to spread his legs a touch wider for him. ]
I thought you were going to break me?
[ He goads, even as he reaches up to his neck, to hold his hand there, and dig his nails into his neck, dull little things, but still, he tries to dig in.
As if either of them are going to be able to forget this, as if Silco won't be thinking about it after every single time they talk, as if he won't lash out at him accordingly. As if he won't be embarrassed later, when he realizes the culprit, for how much he wants more, more, more; and how he keeps thinking about it afterward. ]
kinning himself as a short person
[It's wrong. Silco is horrible. Someone who has betrayed his trust, turned him into a monster. Does he come back to him because the idea of being manipulated like this is a foregone conclusion? Does he simply miss the touch of others this much, even if it's coming from someone this ready to hurt him?]
[See, there he digs in. Vergilius shudders and grinds his teeth in muted pain. His hide is tough. And yet Silco aims to leave a mark however possible.]
[He is not to be deterred. He will take on that challenge from before, now goaded with words. He thrusts forward again, languid like a wave lapping at the shore. His movement is eased by the slick feeling present, leaking slightly onto the sheets between them with his movement.]
[Amazing, how even now, he feels like he could push forward, fill him again to the brim, like Silco is a receptacle for everything he chooses to be.]
[His hand reaches forward to grasp at the side of his face, edge of his thimbnail digging as it slides upwards. His mouth is open as his breath heaves with his movement below.]
I will. I certainly will.
[His breath comes out rough, rattling, but tinged with a certain kind of warmth, almost fond.]
And I want enough to do again, if you'd have me.
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It's lessened. His brain might have been able to work, if it weren't for the fact that his cock was still in him, and if he wasn't still lazily moving in him. Each movement seemed to jolt through him, piercing him down to his core and he can feel himself stirring, even if his body should be well past done. Vergilius may as well be some sort of demon, for how his energy was going to be drained from him when all is said and done. He'll be incapable of walking, let alone moving.
But his energy stays (the
horny brainheat flooding through him keeps him afloat for the moment) and he pressed up against his hand, as if he could lean up and take his lips again, to kiss and bite at his lips while he fucks him through it. He tugs weakly with his hands, still digging in like dull pricks against his skin, issuing a wordless command with his hands. Come here he demands with his spider-fingers, like beckoning a beast.He wants to break him in half, he says he will — if he'll have him. As if he hasn't already? It's an idle thought, and he almost laughs, but it manifests in a curl of a smirk on his scarred lips, and he lifts his head slightly, against that thumbnail digging into his skin. Will it scar? ]
For the rest of the night, stop asking.
[ He says — commands — ] If you're going to break me, then do it.