[ he does raise a brow at the suggestion, watching openly between his hand and his face, something distantly curious there. his vices were practically an open book for anyone, especially silva, to take advantage of and while alcohol was likely the largest of them all, restraint here is tempting to lose. he wouldn't call himself addicted to sex so much as addicted to pleasure and that came in many forms. he didn't need one of m's psychiatrists telling him that but considering his life, he figured it was the least he deserved, being pleasured.
this would not be pleasure. in the basest sense, maybe, but not truly and still here he is, moving to the bed as indicated, casually unbuttoning his his jacket in the fluid motion between standing and sitting. his pants pull taught against his thighs and thoughtlessly (or perhaps just as much to play the game), he presses a hand down the length of one, setting there above his knee. he knows silva remembers the way they feel, his larger hands practically consuming them in that brief but memorable moment. and then he gestures with both hands, as if to say, here i am. ]
Sorry it's not a suite. I hadn't intended to stay.
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this would not be pleasure. in the basest sense, maybe, but not truly and still here he is, moving to the bed as indicated, casually unbuttoning his his jacket in the fluid motion between standing and sitting. his pants pull taught against his thighs and thoughtlessly (or perhaps just as much to play the game), he presses a hand down the length of one, setting there above his knee. he knows silva remembers the way they feel, his larger hands practically consuming them in that brief but memorable moment. and then he gestures with both hands, as if to say, here i am. ]
Sorry it's not a suite. I hadn't intended to stay.