[The flask is tossed. Silco interweaves his fingers with him, and he doesn't know what it says about him when the scrape of that nail brings a tinge of color to his ears where other gestures don't. It feels like he is a nest for this paltry little bird to roost in, rest its bones against. Silco slots into him, and they proceed to dance.]
[Silco leads for now. This is no ballroom, but there's space enough. No one else is here. Their little private world, for two men, two monsters who gave seen each other bare far more than a handful of times at this point.]
And you think I would complain?
[About the purpose of said dance. He kisses at the edge of those hard little lips, now, sighing - and he eases Silco back to he can twirl him once, pull him right back where be belongs with scarred hand to his lower back. The friction as they meet again makes his eyelashes flutter.]
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[Silco leads for now. This is no ballroom, but there's space enough. No one else is here. Their little private world, for two men, two monsters who gave seen each other bare far more than a handful of times at this point.]
And you think I would complain?
[About the purpose of said dance. He kisses at the edge of those hard little lips, now, sighing - and he eases Silco back to he can twirl him once, pull him right back where be belongs with scarred hand to his lower back. The friction as they meet again makes his eyelashes
flutter.]
If so, then you really don't know me well, Silco.