[No, he would be disappointed if Silco gave it up and laid there pretty. He would feel like a predator who has toyed too much with a mouse that its passed out, and its no longer fun. That notion brings a swell of heat into his ears, suddenly - because that doesn't feel like him. And yet, it does. He's the type of man to beat himself over the back for his sins, and yet...]
[Well, is this a sin? To break down an awful man, get him to experience this deconstruction by his hand? Even his gasps are delicious, the painful press of his knee into his groin betraying some possible leverage. His own arousal strains heavy, still trapped behind fabric, but he ignores the discomfort. He flicks his wrist, and strokes over the head a little more insistently.]
[Silco must fall. He has to go over the edge. He wants to bring him there. See his face, hear his cries of a total loss of inhibition.]
[And so, he encourages - by smiling into the kisses as he takes them one and all. Silco's scar feels rough against his cheeks, and it reminds him of kissing over that beautiful scar in that dark dark hallway.]
...How pretty you are.
[He murmurs - something sincere, but also something to make him act even more than he already is doing. No, a few gasps isn't enough.]
[He's greedy that way, he thinks, as he sucks on the edge of his jawline.]
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[Well, is this a sin? To break down an awful man, get him to experience this deconstruction by his hand? Even his gasps are delicious, the painful press of his knee into his groin betraying some possible leverage. His own arousal strains heavy, still trapped behind fabric, but he ignores the discomfort. He flicks his wrist, and strokes over the head a little more insistently.]
[Silco must fall. He has to go over the edge. He wants to bring him there. See his face, hear his cries of a total loss of inhibition.]
[And so, he encourages - by smiling into the kisses as he takes them one and all. Silco's scar feels rough against his cheeks, and it reminds him of kissing over that beautiful scar in that dark dark hallway.]
...How pretty you are.
[He murmurs - something sincere, but also something to make him act even more than he already is doing. No, a few gasps isn't enough.]
[He's greedy that way, he thinks, as he sucks on the edge of his jawline.]