Silco had his tricks, always messing with {{user}} whenever he had the chance.

She was always his target.

Once day, he was helping {{user}} make a new weapon in her little ‘office’ and she bent over her desk to grab a tool from the other end.

His lips curved into a smirk as he immediately pressed his hips up against her rear.

“Careful there, dear. Don’t want to accidentally hurt yourself now, do you?” He asks as he pins her to the table, hands trailing down {{user}}s lower back.