[To be with Silco feels like a whirlwind, like throwing caution into a tornado. He feels broken, put back together, unsure where his emotions start and where they end.]
[He doesn't even feel all that conscious of his own body, as if its a wild thing of his own. His breath hitches in his chest from...is it the pain? Or the sudden shift against his inner thigh? Vergilius is taking deep breaths against Silco, as if to swallow whatever is left. It serves to cut down on the shaking, at least.]
...I am tempted.
[For what? He doesn't elaborate, here. His hand in Silco's hair holds him steadily as he takes in in another breath, before sucking in a kiss against that beautiful bruised skin.]
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[To be with Silco feels like a whirlwind, like throwing caution into a tornado. He feels broken, put back together, unsure where his emotions start and where they end.]
[He doesn't even feel all that conscious of his own body, as if its a wild thing of his own. His breath hitches in his chest from...is it the pain? Or the sudden shift against his inner thigh? Vergilius is taking deep breaths against Silco, as if to swallow whatever is left. It serves to cut down on the shaking, at least.]
...I am tempted.
[For what? He doesn't elaborate, here. His hand in Silco's hair holds him steadily as he takes in in another breath, before sucking in a kiss against that beautiful bruised skin.]