'That certainly was something else.' that sure is one way to put it.
Richard, too, was catching his breath, his chest raising heavily with each intake. The kisses along his neck brought him back to the moment, making him slowly aware of his own body again. He stared up at the ceiling with his wide eyes, looking at the colorful patterns drawn on it with his dazed gaze. There's a cramping ache in his thighs and abs, after holding up such straining position while the other man drove inside him.
He had asked Silco to let the monster out and the man sure had provided. It wasn't like Silco was necessarily the most gentle lover out there, which Richard preferred, but this had been more than that. Speechless, he traced the faint claw marks he had left on his partner's back with his fingers. Indulging in the sensation of being full and pinned down in the warmth. The air was thick with the musky odor. The blood, sweat and spent having mixed into each other.
"..Even the pain turns into pleasure." He says eventually, voice low and airy. Yes, that's his estimation of it all. Richard supposes he did understand what the saints meant when they said that pain brought them closer to divine. Or something like that.
But something was missing.
After a silent break, he slid his hands up, bringing them up to cup his lover's face.
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Richard, too, was catching his breath, his chest raising heavily with each intake. The kisses along his neck brought him back to the moment, making him slowly aware of his own body again. He stared up at the ceiling with his wide eyes, looking at the colorful patterns drawn on it with his dazed gaze. There's a cramping ache in his thighs and abs, after holding up such straining position while the other man drove inside him.
He had asked Silco to let the monster out and the man sure had provided. It wasn't like Silco was necessarily the most gentle lover out there, which Richard preferred, but this had been more than that. Speechless, he traced the faint claw marks he had left on his partner's back with his fingers. Indulging in the sensation of being full and pinned down in the warmth. The air was thick with the musky odor. The blood, sweat and spent having mixed into each other.
"..Even the pain turns into pleasure." He says eventually, voice low and airy. Yes, that's his estimation of it all. Richard supposes he did understand what the saints meant when they said that pain brought them closer to divine. Or something like that.
But something was missing.
After a silent break, he slid his hands up, bringing them up to cup his lover's face.
"Silco.. There is something I need to do."