The kiss between them tastes salty and metallic, creating a stark contrast to the softness of their lips and tongues that kept meeting in the hungry kiss. It almost felt like he was trying to pay back for the one that he had previously denied Silco mere a moments ago. The aftermath of the death that still lingered thick in the room worked only as a booster for Richard, making him more eager and desperate for more. The adrenaline rushes through his veins, heating up his body -- pushing him forward.

The hand reaching down between his legs stroke his erection does draw a high pitched whimper out of Richard. Closing his eyes he continues to whine and moan against Silco's mouth. His body felt like a hot, soft mold for the other man to manipulate and shape to his liking, making Richard respond to each caress and touch.

It does take some self-restrain from him to break the kiss and pull away so that he could once again look into Silco's now perfect blue eyes. "I want that," he begins, voice heavy and thick from arousal and desire. He moves his hand from between their bodies up to cup the other man's cheek, thumb brushing over his wet lips. "--That fury of yours. I want to feel it in my body."