By now, the flecks and spatters of blood had dried on his skin and was starting to create little itchy spots as he moved around. It was lucky for him that they were stripping most of their clothing off where the cooling blood would smear against their skin if left unattended. His breath remained quickened and his kisses were gaining an edge to them that he hardly allowed himself normally.

His lips were reddened and a bit swollen from the rough pressure of their kisses, slightly parted as he watched Richard. His hand continued to stroke the younger man's cock even as he tipped his face into that hand, both eyes half closing at the dichotomy of gentle and sharpness of their motions with each other. "...do you?" It was almost a whisper; he kept a firm hold of his temper and his lust for violence much of the time.

His hand dropped away from his lover's cock so he had both hand to seize the back of Richard's thighs to lift the younger man up as he twisted around so he could slam Richard down on his desk. It was less rough and more uncontrolled with his eagerness, but he filled the space as he leaned over his lover and lowered his head so he could add sharp nips with misaligned front teeth followed by a purposeful hickey right on Richard's clean shoulder where it could be easily hidden but they'd both know it was there.