Richard moved his fingers out of the way when Silco sat up and craned his neck up to press lips against the pink scar on his shoulder. The kiss sent another pleasurable jolt of faint electricity down his spine, making him shudder a little. His own blood-stained fingers travel to back of the other one's head, tangling in the long hair and pulling lightly from the dark strands. The pull is hardly a strong enough to hurt, but definitely makes the hair tie come loose.

He huffs out a amused scoff. Or at least tries to as the voice comes off strained, thick with underlying pleasure and want. It is a little awkward to be like this. Straddling the other with his body being partially bare, trying to catch as much stimulation and friction as he could, following Silco's movements and thrusting his hips.

"It did not happen immediately, ah, after it," Richard responds and throws his head back as he places his weight on top of his knees -- lifting himself up a bit to buck his body against Silcos, "I had to deal with traitors. And had to tie up loose ends. The most of bleeding had stopped by then." But it does not erase the fact that he was still injured when he and Buckingham had withdrawn to chapel. Pretending to be concerned about the state of the royal family and the fate of young heirs they had just imprisoned a moments prior.

Richard can feel the hot hardness underneath him press against his lower body along with their movements, causing his own erection stiffen between their bodies. "Silco.." He moans, rocking himself against the other one with more vigor.