Maybe there was indeed something wrong with them both. In Richard's mind there was nothing unusual about this heated desire between them. A lot of men indulged in their passions and lust after a battle and searched a woman to satiate their feverish hunger. Richard, of course, had never partaken in such activity. Not even when Edward would send a prostitute to his rooms without his permission. But he did understand the appeal. There was nothing quite like riding on the high after a fresh kill, adrenaline still rushing the warm blood in their veins.

Blood and sweat, pain and pleasure, death and rebirth. Two sides of the same coin, walking hand in hand.

With a choked sob, Richard grabs hard on Silco's back as they both soar towards the finishing line. The blunt nails scratching the surface of his bare skin, no doubt leaving red marks. It was like the embers within his body were finally set in blaze, burning away the awkward lines of his body, melting him together with the one above of him that was relentlessly thrusting inside. And when Silco reaches his climax, emptying himself in Richard, he swears he can feel the other man's heartbeat as his own.

For a quick second, Richard thinks that he might actually black out here and now. But then he feels his body going lax as the muscles finally relax, leaving him laying boneless and sag against the desk. And when he feels the weight of the other body descending down on him, he immediately pulls his lover closer, lips curling up into a lazy smile.

Let's hope that there wasn't anything too valuable on the desk. Because yeah, Richard might've knocked down some objects during their endeavor.