He shivered as his hair was tugged, the electricity of it running down his spine and followed by the caress of his hair on his ears and the back of his neck as it began to come loose from the tie. He added a second kiss to the tender scar, tracing it with the tip of his tongue as he listened to the tale of going from injury to intimacy. So not as spontaneous as their own current endeavor.

The scent of death was permeating the room, intoxicating him with the sensation of revenge and brutality complete. His mouth moved to find Richard's smooth column of neck as his arms remained tight around the younger man's middle, yet they began to loosen as the pressing desires of the situation and the awkwardness of their positions forced him to change tactics.

"Did you kill all the traitors? Did you take something precious from them in revenge?"

He shifted, sliding them towards the edge of the desk so he could ease Richard off of him. "Pants off," he said between his mouth moving down to the curve of Richard's shoulder as his hands withdrew so he could work open his own trousers. There was at least some relief with the tension of fabric loosening. Of course, he didn't want Richard to be too far away nor for too long. It was dependence though it had a lot to do with the mood.