[Silco feels like a king on a throne. He's never cared for royalty. The man underneath him makes his proclamation, presses his finger over those seeking lips, and licks off the blood that should belong to him. Ah, see, that's the hunger speaking. But which one? The vampirism? Or something else?]
[Yes, Silco makes him hungry. A gnawing sort of feeling, a worm that needs to find the core in this rotten apple. He wants to ruin the man. He wants to ruin himself.]
[And so, he heeds it with a glint of a grin as his hand grasps the fabric and simply - pulls. Yanks it, really. With his strength, it gives way as easy as anything, and just like that, the exposed chest makes him dive his head down. No more going slow. He's attacking in a flurry of kisses and light bites, teeth catching on the edges of ribs as he hums the whole while.]
[In the midst of it all comes a slower, definite shift of movement as if to drive the man mad. His hips are starting to curve into his lap, heavy as they come.]
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[Yes, Silco makes him hungry. A gnawing sort of feeling, a worm that needs to find the core in this rotten apple. He wants to ruin the man. He wants to ruin himself.]
[And so, he heeds it with a glint of a grin as his hand grasps the fabric and simply - pulls. Yanks it, really. With his strength, it gives way as easy as anything, and just like that, the exposed chest makes him dive his head down. No more going slow. He's attacking in a flurry of kisses and light bites, teeth catching on the edges of ribs as he hums the whole while.]
[In the midst of it all comes a slower, definite shift of movement as if to drive the man mad. His hips are starting to curve into his lap, heavy as they come.]