[ It's a mistake, perhaps, he realises a little later than is useful. Silco makes a meal of him and Stephen's rapidly wide awake, pulse kicking, fingers curling loose into sheets. A hum of satisfaction cuts abruptly with a gasp, and after the hand in Silco's hair tightens its grip so he can hold him in place as he all but surges up and in for a kiss that threatens passion— but pulls back, sweet at the last second. Less caution than care. ]
Oh? Okay.
[ Stephen settles back into the pillow, glowingly satisfied with the smarting skin at his throat, and lets his hand slip from Silco's hair to trail fingertips down the length of his spine, palm going flat so he can grab a handful of his ass, squeeze, flirt fingers down toward the cleft.
And then he's heaving himself out from under Silco's drape in one determined rush and padding off in all his unkempt layers in search of the spare medical supplies he'd set aside the night before. He sheds as he goes, draping pieces of clothing over the back of Silco's single chair. Acquires a new one from nowhere along the way, returning to him clad only in boxer briefs and a light robe. ]
Say ah.
[ Flat, with a suitably obnoxious mostly-straight face even as his eyes all but sparkle with fun, offering the tip of the thermometer out when he perches back on the bed edge. It's relatively clear his motivation is at least 60% to be annoying. ]
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Oh? Okay.
[ Stephen settles back into the pillow, glowingly satisfied with the smarting skin at his throat, and lets his hand slip from Silco's hair to trail fingertips down the length of his spine, palm going flat so he can grab a handful of his ass, squeeze, flirt fingers down toward the cleft.
And then he's heaving himself out from under Silco's drape in one determined rush and padding off in all his unkempt layers in search of the spare medical supplies he'd set aside the night before. He sheds as he goes, draping pieces of clothing over the back of Silco's single chair. Acquires a new one from nowhere along the way, returning to him clad only in boxer briefs and a light robe. ]
Say ah.
[ Flat, with a suitably obnoxious mostly-straight face even as his eyes all but sparkle with fun, offering the tip of the thermometer out when he perches back on the bed edge. It's relatively clear his motivation is at least 60% to be annoying. ]