[Where would Silco even go? Would he ever lay with someone like this, bared? Not a chance. What he has here, with every ridge and curve of this slender body, belongs to him and him alone. This is a sight made for Vergilius. No one else.]
[He's never been a possessive man. His selfishness has always been buried deep, punished for existing. But perhaps here, with the taste of Silco on his tongue, he can acknowledge how pleased he is to have this all for himself.]
Mm. [Another mumble into the biting kiss, his hand palming over the hot swell in those pants, teasing.] Of course I do. But I'm sure you wouldn't want just anyone to walk in on your dick halfway down my throat.
[Crude, crude, crude. He will break out poetry, and then follow up with something as dirty as this. He unzips him now to relieve pressure, his own tent aching as he shifts it ever so slightly against the man on top of him.]
...I like - mm - when you touch me. [A little exhale, almost a laugh, to be stolen by Silco's mouth.] I think you've memorized everything by now.
me slapping on the nsfw tag...smh
[He's never been a possessive man. His selfishness has always been buried deep, punished for existing. But perhaps here, with the taste of Silco on his tongue, he can acknowledge how pleased he is to have this all for himself.]
Mm. [Another mumble into the biting kiss, his hand palming over the hot swell in those pants, teasing.] Of course I do. But I'm sure you wouldn't want just anyone to walk in on your dick halfway down my throat.
[Crude, crude, crude. He will break out poetry, and then follow up with something as dirty as this. He unzips him now to relieve pressure, his own tent aching as he shifts it ever so slightly against the man on top of him.]
...I like - mm - when you touch me. [A little exhale, almost a laugh, to be stolen by Silco's mouth.] I think you've memorized everything by now.