He had fallen into Richard's wished, tempted to letting go as he hadn't particularly allowed himself in the past. His thrusts were desperate and seeking, wanting to bring them both pleasure and the angle helped with that. He could feel Richard responding under him, the heat and wet of that body welcoming his cock upon each thrust and withdrawal.
He could simply enjoy the blood-lust induced passions to completion, and yet, he found himself startled out of his rhythm when it felt sudden that a hand covered half of his face. His rhythm stuttered of course, and he nearly jerked away from the hand until the word 'better' filtered to the ten percent of his brain that was actually functioning beyond bodily instincts.
He exhaled a heated breath, shuddering at the meaning sunk in. Richard... liked his scar? The marred mark of a past near death experience he couldn't escape as an adult, the deep rot that was held at bay because of the administration of Shimmer routinely. He closed his blue eyes and then leaned into that hand. The scar gave him his Zaun nickname from the shadows, but this... felt different. It made him feel warm and accepted, made this young body less worth it.
His hand withdrew from Richard's hair, sliding down to cup and massage a breast before easing down further until he could grasp his lover's cock. It took him a few thrusts to find his rhythm again, but it did return and he timed his thrusting with the stroke of Richard's cock, catching precum on his fingers and using it as a lubricant as he pushed his face even harder into that palm.
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He could simply enjoy the blood-lust induced passions to completion, and yet, he found himself startled out of his rhythm when it felt sudden that a hand covered half of his face. His rhythm stuttered of course, and he nearly jerked away from the hand until the word 'better' filtered to the ten percent of his brain that was actually functioning beyond bodily instincts.
He exhaled a heated breath, shuddering at the meaning sunk in. Richard... liked his scar? The marred mark of a past near death experience he couldn't escape as an adult, the deep rot that was held at bay because of the administration of Shimmer routinely. He closed his blue eyes and then leaned into that hand. The scar gave him his Zaun nickname from the shadows, but this... felt different. It made him feel warm and accepted, made this young body less worth it.
His hand withdrew from Richard's hair, sliding down to cup and massage a breast before easing down further until he could grasp his lover's cock. It took him a few thrusts to find his rhythm again, but it did return and he timed his thrusting with the stroke of Richard's cock, catching precum on his fingers and using it as a lubricant as he pushed his face even harder into that palm.
"Richard..."