[See, this is what he was missing from before. From their little encounter, body to body, in the dark hallway of where their blood mingled with one another. Reciprocation. Silco wants this. Wants him. What he says is everything. From the way he gasps his name, to the promise of a next time.]
[Oh, a next time. His brain is on fire. Brief glimpses of images. Silco's hips against his, completely. More sighs into his ears, more cute noises ro swallow one by one. Next time. The image of a headboard knocking against a wall. More of a flush in Silco's cheeks. Next time. His voice cracks at the weight of it, pouring through his being with a definite rush of heat and blood below.]
As if you would - gh - let me do that to you.
[Silco wouldn't lay flat and pretty. Even now, those fangs smart at his ear to make him jump and moan as the hum of the ear warms the flesh after. Vergilius starts to buck into his grip - shamelssly. A thrust, two thrusts, even as his own hand starts to try to time his own hips and their movement with the machinations of his fingers over Silco. More, more.]
Hrgh - Silco. [He bites over that beautiful slender neck, hums, and suddenly feels it, the tension about to snap like a taut wire.]. I'll do everything for -that-
[And he goes over, a wave to drown them both as he muffles a moan into the man's crook of his neck with the jerking shot of hot release. He lost the battle, perhaps. Or maybe he will win the war. So it shall be. They will sink together. Hand in unlovable hand.]
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[Oh, a next time. His brain is on fire. Brief glimpses of images. Silco's hips against his, completely. More sighs into his ears, more cute noises ro swallow one by one. Next time. The image of a headboard knocking against a wall. More of a flush in Silco's cheeks. Next time. His voice cracks at the weight of it, pouring through his being with a definite rush of heat and blood below.]
As if you would - gh - let me do that to you.
[Silco wouldn't lay flat and pretty. Even now, those fangs smart at his ear to make him jump and moan as the hum of the ear warms the flesh after. Vergilius starts to buck into his grip - shamelssly. A thrust, two thrusts, even as his own hand starts to try to time his own hips and their movement with the machinations of his fingers over Silco. More, more.]
Hrgh - Silco. [He bites over that beautiful slender neck, hums, and suddenly feels it, the tension about to snap like a taut wire.]. I'll do everything for -that-
[And he goes over, a wave to drown them both as he muffles a moan into the man's crook of his neck with the jerking shot of hot release. He lost the battle, perhaps. Or maybe he will win the war. So it shall be. They will sink together. Hand in unlovable hand.]
[In the sea of blood, stretched to eternity.]