[ There's something about the way his words spill out, uncontrolled and honest that sent a jolt of a thrill down his spine, a shaky breath exhaled. He'd been swallowing them, his little hitches of breath and the louder gasps that he knew would give away how quickly this was spiraling out of control for him too. His fingers wrapped around his cock, nowhere near gentle, instead a nearly too-tight grip, but his motions are clumsy and just as out of rhythm as his.
He swallowed into his lips, another soft gasp shared between them like shotgunning a smoke β it devolves into another of those lower groans, his mouth open and pressed to his β the sharp scrape of fangs ever-present. It makes kissing him dangerous, and he's not of a mind to concentrate where his fangs pierce or drag against skin. It hurts, even while he can't do anything but acquiesce to him. ]
You should β have planned for that β Vergilius β [ It's half a command, but his voice sounds raw and rough against his lips. It's only soft because the room is small, because Silco doesn't dare speak up, promising something like this. ] Next time β
[ His words come with a soft groan, and like it's a battle, he swept his hand up against him, to swipe his thumb against his head, before he drug it back down slowly. Next time, he promises, like this isn't just a one-off encounter. Perhaps he doesn't intend it to be. ] β Perhaps I'll let you.
[ His hips roll, to match his pace, completely uncontrolled and unbidden. His free hand reaches up to loop around his neck, pulling him back in close, against Silco's neck so he can hum in his ear, teasing him with fangs against his flesh, hips fucking into his hand. A soft gasp against his ear. ]
Maybe I'll let you break me, Vergilius.
[ They both knew it was a fight to see who broke first. ]
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He swallowed into his lips, another soft gasp shared between them like shotgunning a smoke β it devolves into another of those lower groans, his mouth open and pressed to his β the sharp scrape of fangs ever-present. It makes kissing him dangerous, and he's not of a mind to concentrate where his fangs pierce or drag against skin. It hurts, even while he can't do anything but acquiesce to him. ]
You should β have planned for that β Vergilius β [ It's half a command, but his voice sounds raw and rough against his lips. It's only soft because the room is small, because Silco doesn't dare speak up, promising something like this. ] Next time β
[ His words come with a soft groan, and like it's a battle, he swept his hand up against him, to swipe his thumb against his head, before he drug it back down slowly. Next time, he promises, like this isn't just a one-off encounter. Perhaps he doesn't intend it to be. ] β Perhaps I'll let you.
[ His hips roll, to match his pace, completely uncontrolled and unbidden. His free hand reaches up to loop around his neck, pulling him back in close, against Silco's neck so he can hum in his ear, teasing him with fangs against his flesh, hips fucking into his hand. A soft gasp against his ear. ]
Maybe I'll let you break me, Vergilius.
[ They both knew it was a fight to see who broke first. ]