After being choked to death two months ago, Silco twitched at the pressure and his breathing sharpened. A sense of danger bled into his body language, but he mentally focused on the person rather than the touch, trusting Richard not to push that agenda too far. He pressed into the hand to show both willingness to trust the teasing and give Richard a challenge for control.
He bared his teeth like a feral animal, digging his heels further into the desk to establish some control. It was difficult because he was at the end of the desk and his legs were long, but his success to push Richard forward was considered a win in his books. He found himself staring up into an equally bloodied face and strained against the hand on his neck to try to brush their lips together by lifting his head.
His hands stroked and massaged Richard's breasts, taking time to feel the weight of them against this palms. He tugged gently on both nipples, letting them harden for his efforts. He had never cared one way or another for breasts, but Richard's were special, basically forbidden and a key part of the younger man's self-hatred so he always took time to touch and feel them, to welcome them as a part of Richard's mismatched body that he was never repulsed by.
Soon his hands slid south, slicing over smooth skin and hardened muscle that spoke of Richard's fitness before he found the ties of the younger man's trousers. He began to open them and stroked a hand down the front, teasing. "Have you ever done this covered in the blood of a kill?"
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He bared his teeth like a feral animal, digging his heels further into the desk to establish some control. It was difficult because he was at the end of the desk and his legs were long, but his success to push Richard forward was considered a win in his books. He found himself staring up into an equally bloodied face and strained against the hand on his neck to try to brush their lips together by lifting his head.
His hands stroked and massaged Richard's breasts, taking time to feel the weight of them against this palms. He tugged gently on both nipples, letting them harden for his efforts. He had never cared one way or another for breasts, but Richard's were special, basically forbidden and a key part of the younger man's self-hatred so he always took time to touch and feel them, to welcome them as a part of Richard's mismatched body that he was never repulsed by.
Soon his hands slid south, slicing over smooth skin and hardened muscle that spoke of Richard's fitness before he found the ties of the younger man's trousers. He began to open them and stroked a hand down the front, teasing. "Have you ever done this covered in the blood of a kill?"