Silco realized very early on when they rolled in the sheets together that Richard was easy to please; there was both a lack of a experience and extra points for stimulation that made the younger man almost easy to drive towards orgasm. This time was no different of course, though perhaps both of them were riding a bit too high from their antics earlier with the Chem-Barons.
He did not stop watching Richard as the younger man arched and moved on his desk, papers clinging to that pale skin. The uncovered eye watched the bounce of Richard's breasts with each thrust, sweat creating a sheen on the both of them as they found that unified pace as they chased down their orgasms together. He pressed his face more against that warm hand, one that had caused death right along with his own.
His thrusts sped up, driving for that peak which was rapidly building. He felt and heard Richard careen over the edge of it first, shuddering as those walls clenched on his own cock, which he continued to barrel right along in a messy rutting desperation even as he felt warm spilling over his fingers. The scent of death and blood clung to the back of his throat and nose, layering an element of raw openness.
It probably wasn't right to relish killing like this. Something was likely wrong with him. What else was new though? He and Richard were kindred in that perhaps.
He made a low growling moan as his last few thrusts into that tight heat sent him into his orgasm, and he thrust as deep as he could as it washed over him. He released himself into Richard, shuddering and panting and moaning as he sagged a shoulder to drop his lover's thigh from there so he could lean further to trap Richard against his desk.
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He did not stop watching Richard as the younger man arched and moved on his desk, papers clinging to that pale skin. The uncovered eye watched the bounce of Richard's breasts with each thrust, sweat creating a sheen on the both of them as they found that unified pace as they chased down their orgasms together. He pressed his face more against that warm hand, one that had caused death right along with his own.
His thrusts sped up, driving for that peak which was rapidly building. He felt and heard Richard careen over the edge of it first, shuddering as those walls clenched on his own cock, which he continued to barrel right along in a messy rutting desperation even as he felt warm spilling over his fingers. The scent of death and blood clung to the back of his throat and nose, layering an element of raw openness.
It probably wasn't right to relish killing like this. Something was likely wrong with him. What else was new though? He and Richard were kindred in that perhaps.
He made a low growling moan as his last few thrusts into that tight heat sent him into his orgasm, and he thrust as deep as he could as it washed over him. He released himself into Richard, shuddering and panting and moaning as he sagged a shoulder to drop his lover's thigh from there so he could lean further to trap Richard against his desk.