I have been trying really hard recently to not imagine a young Silco with his hair tumbling out of a low bun, stands falling down around his face and sticking to his forehead as he holds my hands behind my back, pumping into me precisely - not too quick, not too slow - as I'm on my knees for him, face smushed into his pillow as Arctic Monkey's AM plays in the background, his hips connecting with mine to the beat for hours, lounging around naked and tangled in his sheets for a smoke between each session....
I have not been successful...












