Who was he to deny the pleasure of sharing this entire moment with another who he didn't think would judge him for it? There were very few people he allowed himself to unleash that anger with unless it was out of his control; even Jinx he was the one in control to offset her chaos. No one had encouraged him quite like Richard and for that, he felt the warmth between them growing.

His back and shoulders rose towards the drag of those nails over his sweat-sheened skin, the burn of it highlighting the edges of his pleasure. He hoped there were welts, maybe even in a little blood to scab in order to remember this unusual moment between them. He coveted this like a secret they could glance at each other in mutual remembrance.

Still, his hand moved from between them as he fell forward on the desk, not caring one bit for the contents that remained and especially not the contents that had fallen off of it. He lay on the younger man, keeping himself buried deep inside of Richard and he dropped his face to nuzzle along the side of his lover's neck and jaw. His chest worked air in and out of his lungs, warm puffs of air against Richard's skin. He peppered a few kisses along his lover's neck for good measure.

"That was... certainly something else." Raw, blissful, animalistic. He didn't deny how good it felt.