[It's a little... surreal, Silver thinks. Somewhere below them, the party goes on unawares, music occasionally breaking through the doors and distance muting them. And still here, in this quiet space, he finds himself both vulnerable and relatively comfortable - past the unyielding heat of his skin and the ache of his cock, anyway. He's glad, perhaps, that it's Malleus here and not one of the others.
The hazy feeling of everything is enough to let him nearly doze off in the wee spaces between undressing, until his heated skin is no longer contained by cheap satin and velvet. Every graze of skin is careful and knowing, and the younger man can't help but wonder what's going through Malleus' head throughout.]
... it seems absurd that he just walked away, smoking that... [There again, the distant suspicion that this was intentional. A plot to start a scandal, presuming Silver to be someone to give in to his desires at any cost... it's almost enough to keep him from shifting as Malleus' gaze lands on his tented underwear and the slowly growing damp spot at the head of his covered cock. With just that left covered, it feels like agony. His own gaze focuses on the other's face at the sound of his own name in his lips.]
Malleus... please...
[He has never considered himself a desperate person. Not passionate or driven by personal desire. As such, it's a little overwhelming how much he wants to-- to move, and for what? To press into Malleus until those hands find only him, to offer every inch of his body until he feels like he's drowned in pleasure and filled to the brim with--]
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The hazy feeling of everything is enough to let him nearly doze off in the wee spaces between undressing, until his heated skin is no longer contained by cheap satin and velvet. Every graze of skin is careful and knowing, and the younger man can't help but wonder what's going through Malleus' head throughout.]
... it seems absurd that he just walked away, smoking that... [There again, the distant suspicion that this was intentional. A plot to start a scandal, presuming Silver to be someone to give in to his desires at any cost... it's almost enough to keep him from shifting as Malleus' gaze lands on his tented underwear and the slowly growing damp spot at the head of his covered cock. With just that left covered, it feels like agony. His own gaze focuses on the other's face at the sound of his own name in his lips.]
Malleus... please...
[He has never considered himself a desperate person. Not passionate or driven by personal desire. As such, it's a little overwhelming how much he wants to-- to move, and for what? To press into Malleus until those hands find only him, to offer every inch of his body until he feels like he's drowned in pleasure and filled to the brim with--]
I need you, Malleus.