The situation did seem to be slipping well beyond what was required for control here. If anything, that they had specks of blood and two dead bodies in the room only heightened his arousal. While he hadn't been expecting a protest given the request, he was pleased that Richard gave as good as the younger man received as things escalated.

Of course, being taller and larger did have advantages that he rarely took for his own, normally because he surrounded himself in people who were even taller and larger than himself. Richard was no damsel, as proven when his hair was taken in hand and tongue bitten. It earned a low growl of pleasure from him, even if he knew he could lose control of his head if he wanted to keep his hair. He'd give Richard that.

His blue eyes were dark and stormy with challenge and arousal, and he scraped his nails down Richard's milky thigh with its little scars from life in combat and training. His hand dropped away at the curve of Richard's hip so he could take his erection in hand to guide himself into position. His initial thrust may have been a touch harder than usual, but being in that wet familiar heat of his lover's body bled tension from his shoulders. Like he wanted to be no where else but here and now.

He withdrew his tongue and then his mouth as he pushed his cock deeper, wanting Richard to hear the noises that escaped his throat. His hand returned to holding that thigh over his shoulder as he stood, dragging Richard up with him to see how the younger man reacted.