[ He says he's a man, and a part of Silco accepts that, understands that he's more than merely a monster β but he is still a dangerous man, and wasn't that what he wanted? Had always wanted? The danger was a part of it, whether it's taken out on his skin or not, it's the implied danger of it all. The curl of his finger against his spine, the way his hands grab him, strength and intent clear in his grip.
He shudders a little soft chuckle against his lips, pleasure coupled with desire all in one. His fingers drag along his arm, against his face, toward his shoulders, not quite digging in, feeling at hard muscle. He could snap his neck if he wanted, he could kill him in a thousand different ways, but maybe he'll allow for another little death, and another, and another. ]
Perhaps we'll test the waters, see how long you can hold your breath.
[ He breathes it against his lips, teeth and scarred lips promising to pull him under, if he lets it. How far they can drift, how long they can last, join him in the undertow, and see how far they can drift before they're forced to the surface.
He nudges him, pushes him to the bed with no strength, but the expectation that he'll follow anyway. ]
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He shudders a little soft chuckle against his lips, pleasure coupled with desire all in one. His fingers drag along his arm, against his face, toward his shoulders, not quite digging in, feeling at hard muscle. He could snap his neck if he wanted, he could kill him in a thousand different ways, but maybe he'll allow for another little death, and another, and another. ]
Perhaps we'll test the waters, see how long you can hold your breath.
[ He breathes it against his lips, teeth and scarred lips promising to pull him under, if he lets it. How far they can drift, how long they can last, join him in the undertow, and see how far they can drift before they're forced to the surface.
He nudges him, pushes him to the bed with no strength, but the expectation that he'll follow anyway. ]