For better or worse, Richard isn't exactly the most considerate nor aware lover. Not despite his own troubled past and experiences. Or maybe it is because of those traumas and inability to cope or deal properly, always just pushing through them while gritting his teeth and shielding his hurt, that he expects others do the same. So, while he is well aware of Silco's recent meeting with brutal death it's not on his mind right now. He allows his lover to reach up and capture his lips with his own to a kiss. But only briefly so, as he adds more pressure on the hand gripping around Silco's throat as he forces him back down. A teasing smirk decorating his own pink wet lips.

The rough hands and strong fingers feels almost ticklish against the soft flesh of his breasts. The shifting weight and heat makes him shudder in pleasure, skin raising to small goosebumps. Richard closes his eyes and let's out a quiet, low moan. His own arousal is growing only more evident along with his hunger for more.

It's almost disappointing when the hands moves on from his chest, leaving his breasts alone and lonely for more contact. But the only reason he won't try push himself down to get more of the friction is because he knows where this is going. Bending his back in flexible curve Richard raises his hips up, giving Silco more room to work his trousers open.

"Only in my own."