[Despite always claiming not to be one to indulge in pointless luxuries and opulence the same way as his brothers had done, long baths were something that Richard continuously kept treating himself to. They were the moments that could allow him to forget the rest of the world and himself. It was also one of the few times when he felt no contradiction when touching his own body. They were private moments, something that he would not normally share with others. But then again, Silco was hardly just anyone.
The water gently lapped against their bodies, coaxing them to relax in its warm hold. I felt soothing against Richard's aching thighs that were still recovering after the night's (and morning's) activities. His knees were poking out to the surface of the milky water. He's idly rubbing against a shy bruise located above his collar bone with his thumb. It is yet another mark left on him by his lover, something that would not be visible to anyone else but to them. Honestly, it is what keeps from falling asleep here. Because, let's be real, falling asleep here in the tub against his lover's chest. It was very tempting to, with the subtle scent of roses filling the air and Silco's heart softly beating to his ear.
Everything seemed just right, for a moment. He could really put all the worries and concerns behind him.]
Mmm.. [He hums quietly, Silco's question bringing him back into the moment. He had to agree with the statement. The cabin had served its purpose for a while, but ultimately? It was better left in the past, along with the memories that it had dragged into surface. The cabin was nothing but another reminder of the man that he used to be, a corpse that hid away all his ambitions and desires.] I suppose this place is better. It reminds me more of my home.
[The inn was bigger than the flat he had claimed for himself. And not to mention that here he had actual staff, which came close to having maids and other servants...]
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The water gently lapped against their bodies, coaxing them to relax in its warm hold. I felt soothing against Richard's aching thighs that were still recovering after the night's (and morning's) activities. His knees were poking out to the surface of the milky water. He's idly rubbing against a shy bruise located above his collar bone with his thumb. It is yet another mark left on him by his lover, something that would not be visible to anyone else but to them. Honestly, it is what keeps from falling asleep here. Because, let's be real, falling asleep here in the tub against his lover's chest. It was very tempting to, with the subtle scent of roses filling the air and Silco's heart softly beating to his ear.
Everything seemed just right, for a moment. He could really put all the worries and concerns behind him.]
Mmm.. [He hums quietly, Silco's question bringing him back into the moment. He had to agree with the statement. The cabin had served its purpose for a while, but ultimately? It was better left in the past, along with the memories that it had dragged into surface. The cabin was nothing but another reminder of the man that he used to be, a corpse that hid away all his ambitions and desires.] I suppose this place is better. It reminds me more of my home.
[The inn was bigger than the flat he had claimed for himself. And not to mention that here he had actual staff, which came close to having maids and other servants...]