[It's wrong to put faith into those spider-like hands. It's insane to even think about trusting them, too. This is the same man who stabbed him, transformed him into a monster against his will.]
[And yet, he's here. He must be obsessed, desperate. There's something about Silco he has to return to over and over again. Like a self-punishment that burns into his skin like another type of scar. But can it be punishment when it feels so good?]
[Silco descends like a vulture. He is at mercy for his talons, his teeth. He accepts them readily, allows his lip to be bitten. As Silco makes good work of his shirt, he does the same in return for the other man as he yanks off his top to reveal that sight he knows so well. The slender waist, the spine that he can carress and fondle over.]
[Vergilius sighs again into his mouth. The flush on Silco's face...he has to say something about it. So he mutters it into his ear as he kisses and nips at his jaw. His hands keep him solidly where he is, clamped down on his tights to tug him snug against his pelvis.]
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[And yet, he's here. He must be obsessed, desperate. There's something about Silco he has to return to over and over again. Like a self-punishment that burns into his skin like another type of scar. But can it be punishment when it feels so good?]
[Silco descends like a vulture. He is at mercy for his talons, his teeth. He accepts them readily, allows his lip to be bitten. As Silco makes good work of his shirt, he does the same in return for the other man as he yanks off his top to reveal that sight he knows so well. The slender waist, the spine that he can carress and fondle over.]
[Vergilius sighs again into his mouth. The flush on Silco's face...he has to say something about it. So he mutters it into his ear as he kisses and nips at his jaw. His hands keep him solidly where he is, clamped down on his tights to tug him snug against his pelvis.]
You're cute when you blush.