With his eyes closed Richard's whole attention was focused just on the feeling of hands sliding down his thin frame. His body shivered when Silco's hands managed to undo his trousers, pulling them down and revealing his behind to the cool air. He was already wet and hard, slick glistering between his thighs.

Richard bucks his hips back, trying to meet Silco's hands before they wander back up, finding their place once again against his breasts. The question, however, made Richard to open his eyes again. The different colored pearls looking beneath the hooded eyelids and long dark lashes. He then slides his body forward a little as he sits up on Silco's waist, not wanting to create too much of distance.

"Here," he says and finally let's go of the other's throat, bringing his fingers to grace over the almost healed round wound on his left shoulder. "An assassin with poor aim made an attempt on my life. The arrow didn't go far in, but the ones behind the attack had drugged my drink priorly." It had been during Edward's brat's ridiculous coronation banquet. The most crucial day for his cause and claim for the crown, and he was ready to risk it all.