[So Silco unlocked the secret here. He can have his beautiful monster. He has it here and now, and its a beast that is currently taking a little too much pleasure in rocking so decisively into his lap. Silco's fingers find his wound, and the pain lances like a whip into flesh, but it only seems to spur him onwards with a little hiss and a groan.]
[His own scars are testament. He has received all the pain he could bear, and not a single thing has been able to break him.]
[Really, all it has is just made him worse.]
[Silco's hands move and tear over sinewy old skin. More attempts to hurt, to gain some control over what he wanted all along. Be careful what you wish for. He grins a little, finding it somehow funny in the heat and sound of this friction. Oh, he's hungry. This doesn't feel like its enough.]
[Will it ever be? Or is it too late, now?]
[He's sucking on the other's jaw now as he abandons his kisses for this short moment so he can growl against this ravaged skin. The man's sweat is mixing in with the metal smell of the blood already spilled.]
You asked for this. [One of his hands drops down between them, intentionally kneading down over Silco's groin as if to rudely punctuate his words.] I really should take you to the bed and make you see stars. Haaa. It might do you some good.
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[His own scars are testament. He has received all the pain he could bear, and not a single thing has been able to break him.]
[Really, all it has is just made him worse.]
[Silco's hands move and tear over sinewy old skin. More attempts to hurt, to gain some control over what he wanted all along. Be careful what you wish for. He grins a little, finding it somehow funny in the heat and sound of this friction. Oh, he's hungry. This doesn't feel like its enough.]
[Will it ever be? Or is it too late, now?]
[He's sucking on the other's jaw now as he abandons his kisses for this short moment so he can growl against this ravaged skin. The man's sweat is mixing in with the metal smell of the blood already spilled.]
You asked for this. [One of his hands drops down between them, intentionally kneading down over Silco's groin as if to rudely punctuate his words.] I really should take you to the bed and make you see stars. Haaa. It might do you some good.