Ever since the first time they had fallen in the bed together and when Silco had dismissed the idea of introducing the pain into the sex Richard had stayed quiet about it, not making anymore similar requests. Instead he had just silently agreed to follow the other man's lead as they learned about each others' bodies, finding new aspects and turns of them night after a night. But tonight was not about calm and and modest introductions, no.
Tonight was all about the monster that lurked behind their calm and calculating exteriors. The ruthlessness violence, nearly animalistic passion, the burning rage. Ricard had seen all those just a moments ago when Silco had lunged at the intruder, sharp knife flashing in the air and painting their little world red. The other man had enjoyed the power, Richard could tell. And well, it wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed watching the other man to let go and true his true colors. If anything witnessing that had awoken the hunger within Richard, wanting to see more of that monster. To feel it.
The grab and switch happens so quickly. Richard barely gets to let a sound out before he feels his back being hit against the sturdy wooden desk. But despite the swiftness of it, Richard doesn't waste a moment to bend his knees so that he can find support with the sole of his feet, carefully pushing himself further up on the desk.
"--Ngh," A strangled sound escaped from Richard's throat Silco's teeth latched on the tender skin on his shoulder, the sharp and hard edges pulling on his flesh. The bite stings ever so pleasantly and send sharp electric shock down his spin, making his nipples harden even more.
His bare tights press against the other man's frame and the free hand reaches to grab and pull on Silco's long black hair as he cages their bodies together. Fingers in his other hand finally loosen the grip around the knife's handle -- allowing the weapon to slip from his hold. For a brief moment he wonders if Silco was bold enough to bite hard enough to draw blood.
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Tonight was all about the monster that lurked behind their calm and calculating exteriors. The ruthlessness violence, nearly animalistic passion, the burning rage. Ricard had seen all those just a moments ago when Silco had lunged at the intruder, sharp knife flashing in the air and painting their little world red. The other man had enjoyed the power, Richard could tell. And well, it wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed watching the other man to let go and true his true colors. If anything witnessing that had awoken the hunger within Richard, wanting to see more of that monster. To feel it.
The grab and switch happens so quickly. Richard barely gets to let a sound out before he feels his back being hit against the sturdy wooden desk. But despite the swiftness of it, Richard doesn't waste a moment to bend his knees so that he can find support with the sole of his feet, carefully pushing himself further up on the desk.
"--Ngh," A strangled sound escaped from Richard's throat Silco's teeth latched on the tender skin on his shoulder, the sharp and hard edges pulling on his flesh. The bite stings ever so pleasantly and send sharp electric shock down his spin, making his nipples harden even more.
His bare tights press against the other man's frame and the free hand reaches to grab and pull on Silco's long black hair as he cages their bodies together. Fingers in his other hand finally loosen the grip around the knife's handle -- allowing the weapon to slip from his hold. For a brief moment he wonders if Silco was bold enough to bite hard enough to draw blood.
"...More, Silco. Harder."