[An admission. But as Silco might suggest, they are not averse to danger. They dance with it like he is dancing with him, now. They've always been bed partners with things that will kill them in the end.]
You're dangerous.
[He can tell Silco wants to pull him in. His little black hole. That hungry gaze, on him, and him alone.]
[Would he be a black hole, too? His hand curls slightly on Silco's spine. He's torn out spins easily. It could be so easy.]
no subject
[An admission. But as Silco might suggest, they are not averse to danger. They dance with it like he is dancing with him, now. They've always been bed partners with things that will kill them in the end.]
You're dangerous.
[He can tell Silco wants to pull him in. His little black hole. That hungry gaze, on him, and him alone.]
[Would he be a black hole, too? His hand curls slightly on Silco's spine. He's torn out spins easily. It could be so easy.]
[His gaze fixes on Silco's lips.]
But I think I can keep my head above water.