The gesture was almost the opposite that Richard had received from both of his lovers. Both Buckingham and Silco had brushed his hair aside, revealing his differentiating to urge Richard to come out from hiding and embrace himself. But the act of covering the healthy side of Silco's face hid similar sentiment behind it.

It had been interesting to see his lover in this form. The young, strong and handsome. It had offered him a glimpse to what the man could have become if he hadn't met the with the betrayal. Maybe he could've been spared from some of the darkness in his soul if he wasn't forced to carry such stigmatizing mark on his body. But that wasn't the Silco that Richard knows and who he had opened his body to. Richard preferred that form over this one, beauty be damned.

Richard's cocked to side when his hair was released and giving him room for more movement. He closes his eyes again and shudders when the hot hand slides down his body, moving the weight on his chest along with the rhythm of his thrusting. When the fingers moved down to curl around his own erection he bucks his hips forward and arches his back, his muscles taut like a violin string. With the added attention on such sensitive member, along with the constant stimulation pushing on his nerves, it didn't take long until Richard could feel the fire explode in his body. Parting his red, flushed lips Richard let out a quiet cry and moved his own hand to grab on the back of Silco's neck as he felt the spark inside him urge the orgasm out of him.