[Silco knew about the missile toads and even now, he was passing his eyes from Miller's current situation to the hanging mistletoe nearby. He was trying to discern if the little creature was still there, waiting for Miller to free himself or changing angles to capture him as well.
He shifted his weight, trying to avoid having an unfortunate event himself. He hated this time of year because of these little amphibians. He'd rather be chewed on, though for that part, he had experienced it recent enough that he was also not looking for a repeat performance.]
Indeed, I need to pick up the alcohol list to restock from the Last Drop supply.
[He noted Miller's reluctance, which meant fighting or... oh. Silco debated immediately leaving. This was why he didn't venture out.]
[ Oh, it's there alright. He wouldn't have willingly walked under this plant if it wasn't good at taking a stealthy vantage point, but then again, he had no reason to suspect it was anything more than a silly tradition until this happened.
And now here they are, and by the way Silco gives no resistance at the thought of leaving him in this predicament, he is starting to get the suspicion that he was alone in that. Miller rubs the back of his neck. ]
Right, then you had best not waste any daylight.
[ The days get shorter and shorter towards the end of the year and everything...
Okay, okay, he realizes how completely ridiculous this looks and this may well be his only chance of getting free in the next who knows how long. ]
Before you go though, do you happen to know how to handle these things' demands?
[The days were shorter, and as much as Silco was confidence in his ability to move through the dim light or dark, it wasn't a situation he normally enabled for the staff. Besides, come dark the Last Drop would be open and patrons would flood in, making it difficult to shift his resources from one business to the other.
He should just leave. There was nothing to keep him here. Well, loyalty in a sense; Miller was one of his and that required a certain return of loyalty as much as he would rather fall on rusty nails otherwise.]
I haven't been caught in their traps before, but from what I've heard over the years, you cannot escape your binding unless the demand on that paper is met. Three choices unless they've expanded their horizons: fight, talk or kiss.
[He made a point of tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket, as if he were considering that fighting would not end well for him in particular. Miller might be older, but the man was a combatant through and through. Silco was... not.]
[ Really, Miller wouldn't blame him for that at all, and despite recognizing that Silco might be able to help him out of this, the thought of asking for that help is ...
Well, there's no doubt they feel the same about it. That is why they've managed to foster this relationship into what it has become thus far. They seem to share so many of the same sentiments. Why throw a wrench in that now for some stupid Aldrip-style bullshit? Miller takes that explanation in with a worried, deepening frown. ]
I really wish I'd been lucky enough to get some kind of a warning!
[ As he continues, he looks directly at Silco at first, but can't help but flick his gaze away at the admission of which demand it is. ]
But you can still take this as yours... It's the third option.
[ So he should really go, before he gets caught here, too. ]
[They had always had a friendly business like relationship that was also plainly two old men bonding over the fact that they were the oldest here. It helped that Miller was someone that didn't try to get close to Silco and vice versa, that they spread their attentions over surface level topics aside from their daughters.
This particular predicament was unfortunate, but he also had no issue walking away either. Someone else would come along, especially a woman whom he assumed with be Miller's preference anyway.]
Hmmmm, unfortunate for you. Most people here are well below your age.
[He wrinkled his nose and shifted his weight to put distance between them. Except suddenly he couldn't move his feet because the lurking missile toad caught him up, and he lurched and nearly fell into Miller's chest. His expression went from shock to rage in a matter of seconds.]
Absolutely not! [He snatched the piece of paper that came next with the word 'kiss' scrawled on it.] I'm going to savage that creature....
[ Frankly, he finds it rather unnatural not to maintain a level of professionalism with most he comes to know as anything closer than acquaintances. Everyone is the commander's "friend," but he is still the commander at the end of the day. That distance is normal. And even here, in this city where he's just the same as everyone else, he still lacks the personability to find that connection with most, much less Silco who also tends to hold people at an arm's length.
That's why this is especially trying, and actually, he's partly relieved to let the matter end for the two of them there —
But unfortunately, the toad had other plans.
Miller braces Silco by the shoulders as he's thrown forwards, a combination of futilely wishing to spare him and trying to stop them from colliding. Seeing as it accomplished very little though, he lets go, glaring with dread at what Silco is likely to have found inside his own parchment. ]
I'd like to join you, but will that release us from this trap?
[The only reason that he didn't pitch forward right into Miller's chest was purely because of Miller himself. Silco made basically no effort to catch himself, instead intent to look at the confused mess that his legs were contained in. He crumpled the paper and threw it away immediately, anger at himself that he hadn't simply walked away when he had the opportunity.
He turned his mismatched eyes on the older man, them standing contained with the unfortunate similar order. This place was so unbelievably ridiculous. It wasn't even that he cared about kissing another man, but it was the fact that he was taken hostage for it. He considered matters between himself and Miller to be exactly fine as they were before this mess.
So what was a crime lord to do? Well, take control.
He pushed himself to stand on his own two feet, and he regarded the other man as he performed some mental math in his head.]
Fine. Fine. We can skin it after we escape. We have to do what it says, so our current options are: wait for someone else to come along, do what the amphibian demands, or do nothing and stand here for who knows how long - days probably. [He sighed long-sufferingly and ran his fingers through his hair.] I prefer the first two options. For both our sakes, I'm leaning to the second. Perhaps a kiss on the cheek or forehead will suffice.
[ He understands, really. He wasn't acting so dignified himself when Silco found him here reacting to being caught. Participating in some awkward mistletoe tradition is one thing and, even if he'd rather avoid it, it's a harmless annoyance in the grand scheme of it all. It's more the fact that he's been made to take part against his will which leads him to question whether the ask is really as simple as a kiss. Such forced scenarios have not usually ended so easily for him here.
But now that Silco is trapped, too, it seems like they have exhausted any chance of finding a loophole. The man sounded familiar with this predicament; it was his own explanation of it that has Miller starting to accept what will probably be the easiest way out.
He rubs his hands together as Silco talks their choices out, staring down at the muck covering their feet, but the suggestion that they wait seems to snap him out of his reclusiveness and his eyes lock onto the other man once again. ]
No, no, that would be ridiculous. It's worth a try, at least. We can't just stand here all night and freeze to death.
[ Anyway, a kiss on the cheeks is quite normal for close friends back home. While they don't exactly have that type of a relationship as of now, it wouldn't really be a big deal if that was all they had to do... ]
Come here.
[ So Miller puts a hand out to grasp Silco's own in a shake if he'll allow it, and uses that to pull him in close enough to kiss his cheek. A little forced, but still a friendly gesture. ]
[Silco tended to keep his physical affection to anyone outside of two people as absent as he could. He did not enjoy strangers touching him nor he did enjoy touching other people unless the situation absolutely called for it. Of course, there were exceptions, but he hardly considered stabbing someone to be anything worth calling affection.
He nodded his head in agreement when Miller weighed in on the options regarding waiting. It was his least favourite option, especially since it was guaranteed he would freeze to death first between the two of them. He was already cold from being held in place this long.
The space between them was minimal at best, so he examined the hand for a moment before offering his own. Hand shaking was common enough, and he had strong grip because he hated the perception that he was weak by anyone. He turned his mouth to add a kiss to Miller's cheek at the same time as he felt contact with his own. Such a simple gesture.
That done, he leaned back and tipped his head to regard the mess that was their feet bound to the ground. Nothing. He shifted his weight to try to break the hold, but they appeared to be held fast. He glared at the useless amphibian then side-eyed Miller.]
[ The awkwardness to it never really vanishes completely, but just maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends like they are a bottle deep —
No. It doesn't work. Silco's handshake is far too lucid, and instead, he has to try to think about nothing at all. But it would all be incredibly easy to brush off if it were all they had to do...
As Silco tests whether there's been a change to their imprisonment, Miller is already doing the same, although far less elegantly. Trying to jerk one leg free accomplishes little besides straining his knee as his boot refuses to lift from the ground. ]
Shit. [ That hurt, but it was completely self-inflicted. Miller rubs a hand to the offending knee. ] What does it look like?
[ The tone is not for Silco, in particular, of course. Clearly, this was not enough to lift the punishment, and now they've come to the crossroads of another decision. Miller looks at him, frowning cynically, and finds he no longer wants to waste anymore time. ]
It's clear now what it wants. Cutting corners isn't going to work.
[Silco took to this requirement of his day as little more than another task that had to be completed to move on to the next. He resented that it had become part of his day, aware that it potentially could upend the relative companionable nature of his association with Miller. However, if he had to be trapped in public forced to endure this, Miller also wasn't the worst choice.
After all, a part of Silco always enjoyed the suffering of others, especially as he had aged. Perhaps the more awkward, the more he could simply be affronted by this, though he did plan on taking vengeance on the toad as it did seem appropriate and Miller also seemed on board with the suggestion.
His head tilted to examine the other man's attempt and scoffed noisily. Of course. He suspected he knew that look of determination, and he appeared sour and contemplative. He was perfectly willing to do anything and everything to circumvent what he was being ordered to do; however, Miller seemed far less interested. Very well.]
No doubt the handshake made it too formal, too business-like.
[He shrugged his shoulders, offering a glare towards the toad who was in observance of their predicament and, as if suddenly completely unbothered, he leaned in and kissed Miller on the lips. Hard. There was nothing tentative or chaste about it; he wanted control and that's all there was to it.]
[ Had they continued the long game, it wouldn't be the first time that Miller has needed the outside push from someone else to go along with what's being asked of him to avoid the potential headache. He's been resistant to following orders nearly every step of the way out of some self-imposed principle that being agreeable to any of it was tantamount to accepting it. But even for someone as inflexible in character as himself, that effort gets old after months of being forced to do whatever this realm likes all the same.
This was just a kiss. He doesn't trust it, doesn't want to add this weird encounter into any association with a man he otherwise likes and respects, but it's still basically harmless. Right?
Or so went his reasoning when he decided he was too fed up with it. He thinks he and Silco are on the same page... which is why he never could have expected the way that, suddenly, Silco closes the gap between them again. His lips part to say something, but never get the chance to utter so much as a sound before the other man kisses him, and Miller is eyes open, hands held uselessly in the air as it happens.
But this is Silco. The man who seemed to tense up at a friendly tap to the shoulder. So, given a second for the surprise to wear off, Miller thinks that he gets it. They've just got to play along. His hands settle onto Silco's back and he leans into it, returning the forceful energy. ]
[It was just a kiss, but if he was forced into performing this act, he would make everyone involved regret it on some level. He did not particularly like being touched, least of all unexpectedly. However, he would tolerate such interactions if he was in control of the situation, and it was clear that he very much was in this particular case when he leaned up and kissed Miller.
He enjoyed the older man's wide-eyed slack handed response. That in and of itself was worth its weight in gold. If it tarnished their relationship, so be it. He was planning on pulling everything he could out of this embrace, and if it ended with Miller punching him, he would be satisfied with that reaction too.
His right hand lifted to clasp the back of the older man's neck, since Miller has several inches on his own height and he couldn't well stay on his tiptoes if they were going to make this worthwhile. He parted his lips, teasing the tip of his tongue against Miller's upper lip before replacing it with a nip of his teeth to the lower lip a moment later. The force was nice, but this wasn't simply to be platitudes. They'd give that idiot amphibian a show just this once.]
[ Although the inclination to think of it in those terms isn't one that crosses his mind, for Silco's purposes, it is true. While Miller could dominate the situation by sheer physical size, the control of this moment is still squarely in Silco's hands. Every escalation comes as a surprise, try as he might to continue rolling with the punches. He participates because, surely, this is throwing everything and the wall to see what sticks. It's an effort towards not wasting their time on more handshakes and cheek pecks.
But when he feels Silco's hand grasp his neck, the exchange of warm breath from his open mouth turning from tongue to teeth, he struggles to retain this mindset. His own lips part to inhale, too subtle to be called a gasp, but opening up to the deepening of the kiss all the same — and Miller clenches his hands into the other man's coat, pushing against him, weighing him down until it's clear that they're no longer trapped. They end up against the wall of the building where that errant mistletoe is hanging. Miller's eyes flick open like he's aware of this, gauging it, but he doesn't immediately pull away and instead returns a bite to Silco's bottom lip as one last settling of the score. ]
There was pleasure in tugging Miller along, catching the older man by surprise as he slowly but surely escalated things. There's a slight tug to the corner of mouth in faint amusement when the older man's lips part, and he fully took advantage of that to add an extra little bite to that lower lip then nudged his tongue into the other man's mouth carefully.
Then it seemed they were free to move as he was forced back a step then another until his back hit the wall behind him. His fingers dug lightly into the back of Miller's neck because he had already decided that this ended either by chasing the older man away with his presumptuousness or he had enough. There was a faint shiver across his shoulders at the bite, having moved his tongue out of the way in time. He gave a sharp jab of his tongue at Miller's upper lip before he tipped his head backwards and relented his grip.
Their task was complete. It hadn't been a terrible experience, and aside from Miller, they was only one other person he would prefer to do this with.
[ When he agreed to this, when he pushed forward on this for the sake of freeing them both, he had no idea of what was about to transpire. Yet something in him senses that Silco enjoys upping the ante on him once he has the opportunity to, and while it's clear that Miller can't hide his bewilderment at first, he is also obstinate to turn down a challenge once it's been presented to him. The intimate force is met with a physical one, the only kind he knows.
But even after he knocks them free, broad shoulders pinning the other man to the wall, Silco still persists with nails into his neck, one final swipe of his tongue, and Miller lets it happen — exhaling heavily out of his nose, feeling a mixture of annoyance and intrigue as he pulls away to look him in the face.
Except once he does that, the strange nature of confronting what just occurred is suddenly heavier than the desire to ask him for an explanation on any of it, and Miller turns his gaze elsewhere, creating space between them by leaning away. ]
Okay. I guess we're good now.
[ Uh. They're out of the trap anyway. If that constitutes "good." ]
[Well, he had committed himself to a show, and Miller was rising to the occasion. It was interesting to see that the normally reserved man had it in him. Well, reserved in the sense of such closeness; he had seen Miller laugh loud, pat him on the shoulder but those were all friendly gestures. This was plainly different and yet the older man came to the table once Silco wouldn't back down when pushing the letter.
He didn't resist the pin, aware there was no point as he couldn't physically overcome Miller's size and strength. No, he made a point of lounging back against the wall, unperturbed, and he raised the only eyebrow he still possessed as he stared up into the older man's face after their lips parted.]
So it would seem. That was entertaining.
[His tone was more bored than entertained, and he pushed off the wall and straightened his vest before dusting his arms off as he stepped around Miller.]
I wasn't certain you had it in you, but you're full of surprises.
[ Apparently they're both acting beyond expectations today. How annoying to think that perhaps that was what the powers that be wanted. Whatever could be done to push the envelope, they would do it. Regardless though, there is nothing to be done about it now, and Miller is stiff-lipped, hiding how dazed this exchange has made him feel behind a clearing of his throat.
He lets Silco slip away, turning his eyes towards the sprig of mistletoe with a few avoidant backwards paces. Although he glances his way, the determined energy from a moment ago has been completely deflated, and Miller is quickly dismissive. ]
It worked, didn't it? Just forget about it.
[ As if. He can't even practice what he preaches there.
But nonetheless, he starts taking the opportunity to leave, turning his back to the other man as he begins to walk away. ]
[Mistletoe was a ridiculous reason to kiss someone. If someone wanted to kiss, just do it, though this entrapment had been interesting as much as it had been annoying. Still, they had given into the trap, and perhaps they had even learned something new about each other in the process.
He huffed softly as he stepped further away, giving Miller room to also put distance between them if the older man wished it. He was not nearly as offended by this stunt as he probably should be. For him, it meant an opportunity to needle Miller in a manner that he otherwise would never allow himself.]
Oh, Miller, I never forget. Besides, you held your own just fine.
[He watched Miller put distance between them, mildly amused and wondering how the older man would cope with a little kiss because of a toad.]
Any time. What are friends for? [He used the term very loosely. Silco didn't have friends in his mind, but he knew it was the appropriate word to use here.
That being said, he also took this opportunity to leave. He had work to do.]
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He shifted his weight, trying to avoid having an unfortunate event himself. He hated this time of year because of these little amphibians. He'd rather be chewed on, though for that part, he had experienced it recent enough that he was also not looking for a repeat performance.]
Indeed, I need to pick up the alcohol list to restock from the Last Drop supply.
[He noted Miller's reluctance, which meant fighting or... oh. Silco debated immediately leaving. This was why he didn't venture out.]
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And now here they are, and by the way Silco gives no resistance at the thought of leaving him in this predicament, he is starting to get the suspicion that he was alone in that. Miller rubs the back of his neck. ]
Right, then you had best not waste any daylight.
[ The days get shorter and shorter towards the end of the year and everything...
Okay, okay, he realizes how completely ridiculous this looks and this may well be his only chance of getting free in the next who knows how long. ]
Before you go though, do you happen to know how to handle these things' demands?
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He should just leave. There was nothing to keep him here. Well, loyalty in a sense; Miller was one of his and that required a certain return of loyalty as much as he would rather fall on rusty nails otherwise.]
I haven't been caught in their traps before, but from what I've heard over the years, you cannot escape your binding unless the demand on that paper is met. Three choices unless they've expanded their horizons: fight, talk or kiss.
[He made a point of tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket, as if he were considering that fighting would not end well for him in particular. Miller might be older, but the man was a combatant through and through. Silco was... not.]
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Well, there's no doubt they feel the same about it. That is why they've managed to foster this relationship into what it has become thus far. They seem to share so many of the same sentiments. Why throw a wrench in that now for some stupid Aldrip-style bullshit? Miller takes that explanation in with a worried, deepening frown. ]
I really wish I'd been lucky enough to get some kind of a warning!
[ As he continues, he looks directly at Silco at first, but can't help but flick his gaze away at the admission of which demand it is. ]
But you can still take this as yours... It's the third option.
[ So he should really go, before he gets caught here, too. ]
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This particular predicament was unfortunate, but he also had no issue walking away either. Someone else would come along, especially a woman whom he assumed with be Miller's preference anyway.]
Hmmmm, unfortunate for you. Most people here are well below your age.
[He wrinkled his nose and shifted his weight to put distance between them. Except suddenly he couldn't move his feet because the lurking missile toad caught him up, and he lurched and nearly fell into Miller's chest. His expression went from shock to rage in a matter of seconds.]
Absolutely not! [He snatched the piece of paper that came next with the word 'kiss' scrawled on it.] I'm going to savage that creature....
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That's why this is especially trying, and actually, he's partly relieved to let the matter end for the two of them there —
But unfortunately, the toad had other plans.
Miller braces Silco by the shoulders as he's thrown forwards, a combination of futilely wishing to spare him and trying to stop them from colliding. Seeing as it accomplished very little though, he lets go, glaring with dread at what Silco is likely to have found inside his own parchment. ]
I'd like to join you, but will that release us from this trap?
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He turned his mismatched eyes on the older man, them standing contained with the unfortunate similar order. This place was so unbelievably ridiculous. It wasn't even that he cared about kissing another man, but it was the fact that he was taken hostage for it. He considered matters between himself and Miller to be exactly fine as they were before this mess.
So what was a crime lord to do? Well, take control.
He pushed himself to stand on his own two feet, and he regarded the other man as he performed some mental math in his head.]
Fine. Fine. We can skin it after we escape. We have to do what it says, so our current options are: wait for someone else to come along, do what the amphibian demands, or do nothing and stand here for who knows how long - days probably. [He sighed long-sufferingly and ran his fingers through his hair.] I prefer the first two options. For both our sakes, I'm leaning to the second. Perhaps a kiss on the cheek or forehead will suffice.
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But now that Silco is trapped, too, it seems like they have exhausted any chance of finding a loophole. The man sounded familiar with this predicament; it was his own explanation of it that has Miller starting to accept what will probably be the easiest way out.
He rubs his hands together as Silco talks their choices out, staring down at the muck covering their feet, but the suggestion that they wait seems to snap him out of his reclusiveness and his eyes lock onto the other man once again. ]
No, no, that would be ridiculous. It's worth a try, at least. We can't just stand here all night and freeze to death.
[ Anyway, a kiss on the cheeks is quite normal for close friends back home. While they don't exactly have that type of a relationship as of now, it wouldn't really be a big deal if that was all they had to do... ]
Come here.
[ So Miller puts a hand out to grasp Silco's own in a shake if he'll allow it, and uses that to pull him in close enough to kiss his cheek. A little forced, but still a friendly gesture. ]
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He nodded his head in agreement when Miller weighed in on the options regarding waiting. It was his least favourite option, especially since it was guaranteed he would freeze to death first between the two of them. He was already cold from being held in place this long.
The space between them was minimal at best, so he examined the hand for a moment before offering his own. Hand shaking was common enough, and he had strong grip because he hated the perception that he was weak by anyone. He turned his mouth to add a kiss to Miller's cheek at the same time as he felt contact with his own. Such a simple gesture.
That done, he leaned back and tipped his head to regard the mess that was their feet bound to the ground. Nothing. He shifted his weight to try to break the hold, but they appeared to be held fast. He glared at the useless amphibian then side-eyed Miller.]
...can you move your legs then?
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No. It doesn't work. Silco's handshake is far too lucid, and instead, he has to try to think about nothing at all. But it would all be incredibly easy to brush off if it were all they had to do...
As Silco tests whether there's been a change to their imprisonment, Miller is already doing the same, although far less elegantly. Trying to jerk one leg free accomplishes little besides straining his knee as his boot refuses to lift from the ground. ]
Shit. [ That hurt, but it was completely self-inflicted. Miller rubs a hand to the offending knee. ] What does it look like?
[ The tone is not for Silco, in particular, of course. Clearly, this was not enough to lift the punishment, and now they've come to the crossroads of another decision. Miller looks at him, frowning cynically, and finds he no longer wants to waste anymore time. ]
It's clear now what it wants. Cutting corners isn't going to work.
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After all, a part of Silco always enjoyed the suffering of others, especially as he had aged. Perhaps the more awkward, the more he could simply be affronted by this, though he did plan on taking vengeance on the toad as it did seem appropriate and Miller also seemed on board with the suggestion.
His head tilted to examine the other man's attempt and scoffed noisily. Of course. He suspected he knew that look of determination, and he appeared sour and contemplative. He was perfectly willing to do anything and everything to circumvent what he was being ordered to do; however, Miller seemed far less interested. Very well.]
No doubt the handshake made it too formal, too business-like.
[He shrugged his shoulders, offering a glare towards the toad who was in observance of their predicament and, as if suddenly completely unbothered, he leaned in and kissed Miller on the lips. Hard. There was nothing tentative or chaste about it; he wanted control and that's all there was to it.]
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This was just a kiss. He doesn't trust it, doesn't want to add this weird encounter into any association with a man he otherwise likes and respects, but it's still basically harmless. Right?
Or so went his reasoning when he decided he was too fed up with it. He thinks he and Silco are on the same page... which is why he never could have expected the way that, suddenly, Silco closes the gap between them again. His lips part to say something, but never get the chance to utter so much as a sound before the other man kisses him, and Miller is eyes open, hands held uselessly in the air as it happens.
But this is Silco. The man who seemed to tense up at a friendly tap to the shoulder. So, given a second for the surprise to wear off, Miller thinks that he gets it. They've just got to play along. His hands settle onto Silco's back and he leans into it, returning the forceful energy. ]
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He enjoyed the older man's wide-eyed slack handed response. That in and of itself was worth its weight in gold. If it tarnished their relationship, so be it. He was planning on pulling everything he could out of this embrace, and if it ended with Miller punching him, he would be satisfied with that reaction too.
His right hand lifted to clasp the back of the older man's neck, since Miller has several inches on his own height and he couldn't well stay on his tiptoes if they were going to make this worthwhile. He parted his lips, teasing the tip of his tongue against Miller's upper lip before replacing it with a nip of his teeth to the lower lip a moment later. The force was nice, but this wasn't simply to be platitudes. They'd give that idiot amphibian a show just this once.]
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But when he feels Silco's hand grasp his neck, the exchange of warm breath from his open mouth turning from tongue to teeth, he struggles to retain this mindset. His own lips part to inhale, too subtle to be called a gasp, but opening up to the deepening of the kiss all the same — and Miller clenches his hands into the other man's coat, pushing against him, weighing him down until it's clear that they're no longer trapped. They end up against the wall of the building where that errant mistletoe is hanging. Miller's eyes flick open like he's aware of this, gauging it, but he doesn't immediately pull away and instead returns a bite to Silco's bottom lip as one last settling of the score. ]
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Then it seemed they were free to move as he was forced back a step then another until his back hit the wall behind him. His fingers dug lightly into the back of Miller's neck because he had already decided that this ended either by chasing the older man away with his presumptuousness or he had enough. There was a faint shiver across his shoulders at the bite, having moved his tongue out of the way in time. He gave a sharp jab of his tongue at Miller's upper lip before he tipped his head backwards and relented his grip.
Their task was complete. It hadn't been a terrible experience, and aside from Miller, they was only one other person he would prefer to do this with.
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But even after he knocks them free, broad shoulders pinning the other man to the wall, Silco still persists with nails into his neck, one final swipe of his tongue, and Miller lets it happen — exhaling heavily out of his nose, feeling a mixture of annoyance and intrigue as he pulls away to look him in the face.
Except once he does that, the strange nature of confronting what just occurred is suddenly heavier than the desire to ask him for an explanation on any of it, and Miller turns his gaze elsewhere, creating space between them by leaning away. ]
Okay. I guess we're good now.
[ Uh. They're out of the trap anyway. If that constitutes "good." ]
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He didn't resist the pin, aware there was no point as he couldn't physically overcome Miller's size and strength. No, he made a point of lounging back against the wall, unperturbed, and he raised the only eyebrow he still possessed as he stared up into the older man's face after their lips parted.]
So it would seem. That was entertaining.
[His tone was more bored than entertained, and he pushed off the wall and straightened his vest before dusting his arms off as he stepped around Miller.]
I wasn't certain you had it in you, but you're full of surprises.
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He lets Silco slip away, turning his eyes towards the sprig of mistletoe with a few avoidant backwards paces. Although he glances his way, the determined energy from a moment ago has been completely deflated, and Miller is quickly dismissive. ]
It worked, didn't it? Just forget about it.
[ As if. He can't even practice what he preaches there.
But nonetheless, he starts taking the opportunity to leave, turning his back to the other man as he begins to walk away. ]
Thank you... for the help.
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He huffed softly as he stepped further away, giving Miller room to also put distance between them if the older man wished it. He was not nearly as offended by this stunt as he probably should be. For him, it meant an opportunity to needle Miller in a manner that he otherwise would never allow himself.]
Oh, Miller, I never forget. Besides, you held your own just fine.
[He watched Miller put distance between them, mildly amused and wondering how the older man would cope with a little kiss because of a toad.]
Any time. What are friends for? [He used the term very loosely. Silco didn't have friends in his mind, but he knew it was the appropriate word to use here.
That being said, he also took this opportunity to leave. He had work to do.]