He peered up at the younger man, his thumbs stroking over hardened nipples between rolling the soft flesh under his palms. He always enjoyed the revelation of those two coloured eyes, matching the mismatched nature of Richard's body. It was intriguing and unique and he found that attractive.

With the hand removed from his throat, he set his heels to back support of the desk and used them to slowly sit up as Richard explained the wound in question. He leaned in to brush his lips over those fingers as he slid his arms around Richard's frame to hold the younger man closer at point of their abdomens. His mouth searched for and kissed that wound, the scar tissue pink and no doubt a bit sensitive.

"And you decided such a wound wasn't serious enough to hold off partaking in sex?" The idea of Richard being a bit of a masochist did amuse him. He rolled his hips up to meet their unison making contact between their legs despite his own trousers being in place. It was starting to get uncomfortably tight.