The blunt nails scraping along the rough edges of the already healed faint scar sends almost ticklish shivers down Richard's spine. The nerves running close to the surface of his skin twitch, making his body jerk and spasm lightly. Removing his hand from the other man's hair he let it to slide down to cup his cheek. The long and slender finger spread like spider web, blindly feeling the very familiar yet still so different facial structure beneath his touch. The shape and the frame was right, but the lack of wrinkles brought by the age and the rough, jagged scar tissue that deformed the otherwise perfect face. Feeling it was both unnerving and exciting at the same time.
A strangled noise escapes from him, the sound drowning in the wet kiss, when he feels himself being pierced by the other's erection. Despite him being soaked with arousal some force is still needed for the push to breach him. The stretch burns slightly around Richard's walls and he finds himself holding his breath until Silco's fully sheathed in, filling him to the brim.
Needlessly to say, it is a tight fit but hardly anything that Richard couldn't handle. If anything, the hotness of the burn keeps him tied into the present and focus attached to the pressing sensations in his body. His walls twitch and clenches around Silco, as if to try pull him deeper.
And when the mouth finally moves from him, Richard exhales deeply before his breath picks up the pace, air moving quickly in and out of him and pushing his chest up and down. But there wasn't much time for him to adjust his breathing before he felt their bodies to shift as they changed their positions yet again. Richard lets out a quiet yelp, bringing his injured to grasp on Silco's shoulder while the other one stayed against the desk -- trying to work as support.
"Yes," Richard's voice is heavy and hushed as he tries to catch his breath. There's a clear hue of arousal and excitement in Richard's flushed eyes as he peers beneath his damp dark curls. "That's it, Silco."
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A strangled noise escapes from him, the sound drowning in the wet kiss, when he feels himself being pierced by the other's erection. Despite him being soaked with arousal some force is still needed for the push to breach him. The stretch burns slightly around Richard's walls and he finds himself holding his breath until Silco's fully sheathed in, filling him to the brim.
Needlessly to say, it is a tight fit but hardly anything that Richard couldn't handle. If anything, the hotness of the burn keeps him tied into the present and focus attached to the pressing sensations in his body. His walls twitch and clenches around Silco, as if to try pull him deeper.
And when the mouth finally moves from him, Richard exhales deeply before his breath picks up the pace, air moving quickly in and out of him and pushing his chest up and down. But there wasn't much time for him to adjust his breathing before he felt their bodies to shift as they changed their positions yet again. Richard lets out a quiet yelp, bringing his injured to grasp on Silco's shoulder while the other one stayed against the desk -- trying to work as support.
"Yes," Richard's voice is heavy and hushed as he tries to catch his breath. There's a clear hue of arousal and excitement in Richard's flushed eyes as he peers beneath his damp dark curls. "That's it, Silco."