[Silco is on the attack. Those scars itch and whine with pain, his jaw throbs with teeth marks. The man finds what lies below, and he has to cut back his own groan behind a bite of his lower lip as those fingertips brush against the swollen, needy hit. He would buck against that touch, if not only for the sudden piercing tone of what comes out of Silco's mouth.]

[He latches onto it, in his fervor. What a beautiful sound. Its enough to send his heart into his spine with an electrifying beat, making him shiver out a groan of his own. Words start to spill out of his mouth, unfettered. The babble of a madman.]

Silco. Silco, Silco. Oh, I wish you came prepared. I would've ground you into the bed for that. I would. I would break you.

[A haggard, rough little noise, as he pulls back a hand to help the man, unzipping his pants before he returns to his task. The pumps of his hand, scars and all, are thorough, but put of rhythm, almost a little too needy.]

Hah. [And his other hand yanks the man's hand right over his groin, to do as he pleases. Another kiss, another, with a definite growl from the back of his throat.] Say my name. Say it.