[Silco pulls him back, and with the pressure of the finger pressing into sensitive, injured flesh, his lips pull back in a definite hiss, punctuated with a gruff groan. Oh, so he wants to dictate what he should do, huh? How bold he is. A small man who doesn't ever want to relent. He likes that. He doesn't like it, also, but Silco never would have attracted him if he was simply the type to let life roll over him.]
[Now that his hand is free, he's reaching up to slide over his chest, hook his fingers on the edge of his collar. His exposed eyes, no longer hiding under the shade of bangs, are vivid as ever, like jewels. Inhuman, really. Hungry.]
....Maybe we should get rid of your shirt. [A simple solution, right? His hand starts to pull down on the fabric, trying to find the nearest button to pluck away from its slot.] Save you the mess.
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[Silco pulls him back, and with the pressure of the finger pressing into sensitive, injured flesh, his lips pull back in a definite hiss, punctuated with a gruff groan. Oh, so he wants to dictate what he should do, huh? How bold he is. A small man who doesn't ever want to relent. He likes that. He doesn't like it, also, but Silco never would have attracted him if he was simply the type to let life roll over him.]
[Now that his hand is free, he's reaching up to slide over his chest, hook his fingers on the edge of his collar. His exposed eyes, no longer hiding under the shade of bangs, are vivid as ever, like jewels. Inhuman, really. Hungry.]
....Maybe we should get rid of your shirt. [A simple solution, right? His hand starts to pull down on the fabric, trying to find the nearest button to pluck away from its slot.] Save you the mess.