An involuntary, strangled gasp climbs its way up through Richard's throat when the sharp teeth sank into the soft and tender flesh on his thigh. The area is much more sensitive than the collar where Silco had bit him before, dragging series of whimpers from his lips as his breathing turns more ragged. The beads of swear had begun to form on Richard's skin, running down his back. And as Silco kept picking up the pace, thrusting into him with rabid vigor, he could feel the flame blazing within his core, the heat spreading all around his body. It settles to his bones and muscles, making him spasm as the warmth tried to push through his skin, looking for an exit.

And Richard could tell that wasn't just the heat that was trying to escape from him.

Richard's eyes flutter shut when he feels few thrusts accidentally brush against the bundle of nerves inside him, making him spill the faint droplets of precum. He throws his head as much the grip on his hair allows him to, stretching his neck backwards as he surrendered to the pleasure that was coming to him from everywhere.

The strain on his muscles as his body was pulled and pushed into more challenging position all while being rocked back and forth. The roughness of Silco's hands and snap of hips, relentlessly preventing his mind to wander anywhere else than the melting heat spreading him apart. The voice calling out to him and tempting him to let go. All of it worked to build Richard towards the climax. But it wasn't enough. Something was missing.

Forcing his eyes open, Richard moved his hand that was gripping on Silco's shoulder. He brought the trembling hand over the other man's face, covering the now healthier side to imitate the man's usual appearance.

"Better."