[Can the pot recognize when the kettle calls it black in return? Maybe. Maybe not. They say such things, and yet they still guard their cores like frightened little animals. As if they can keep playing their same games. Over and over and over again, refusing to look directly into the sun.]
[Silco's fingertips brush against his. His mouth quirks upward, almost a smile. His own hand brushes through Silco's hair, almost petting it as the man attempts his work on his jaw. A pleasurable tickle, but...no, he's getting frustrated, a little.]
[His hand grasps the back of Silco's head, a little tug to gather attention. His growl rumbles as he leans forward, his own teeth encircling the man's earlobe to give it a bip.]
no subject
[Can the pot recognize when the kettle calls it black in return? Maybe. Maybe not. They say such things, and yet they still guard their cores like frightened little animals. As if they can keep playing their same games. Over and over and over again, refusing to look directly into the sun.]
[Silco's fingertips brush against his. His mouth quirks upward, almost a smile. His own hand brushes through Silco's hair, almost petting it as the man attempts his work on his jaw. A pleasurable tickle, but...no, he's getting frustrated, a little.]
[His hand grasps the back of Silco's head, a little tug to gather attention. His growl rumbles as he leans forward, his own teeth encircling the man's earlobe to give it a bip.]
Don't be a coward. Claim me.