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Silco had experience removing binders, and considering he was the one that had ordered them, he knew he could work them open easily enough. He started at the bottom with each interlocking hook, working it open with both hands and adding extra smears of blood to the white material. If anything the staining added to the aesthetic they were both wearing at present.

So intent he was on being able to get his hands on Richard's body that he didn't care about the restraining hand on his chest. He frankly didn't care if he was mostly clothed for this, so it went off of his radar for the moment.

However, he did immediately notice when Richard refused him. His fingers paused on the next hook, and his eyes flicked up from his work to Richard's face. It took his mind a few second to catch up to the refusal, both not used to it and not certain he had heard correctly. His own blue eyes narrowed in return, matching Richard's hungry look. "No? Do I need to sit up and take one then?" He was going to get another kiss one way or another.

The challenge of words only helped to drive his arousal higher, his nostrils flaring as his hips continued to roll under Richard's. He was already hyper-focused on the younger man, now making mental calculations if he had the strength from laying on the desk to flip their positions.

Introduction to binders had truly been a life changing event for Richard. Before it he had spent his entire life relying on wrapping made out of bandages or similar cloth, which had left him with immense discomfort around his body and pain around his chest and back as the oppressive pressure forced his flesh flat. With the binder he finally found himself with ability to breathe and move at ease, as the elastic material moved along with his body.

But still, pressure was still pressure. So, with each unhooked clip he found the air moving more freely within his body, the tension on his shoulders slowly fading away as the support provided by the clothing loosened around his chest.

With Silco's counter the corners of Richard's lips curl upwards, tugging the expression on his face to more mischievous one. He halted his hip movements and slightly leaned forward. But not to kiss, no. Instead he slid his fingers up along Silco's collar, reaching all the way to his throat, the slender digits loosely wrapping around it.

"You can try." The words are spoken with husky and airy voice, making it clear that it is not a threat but in fact a dare.

He knew that look, or at least he liked to think that he did. What a tease... which he didn't mind, especially as he experienced shudder of heat in his belly at the continued refusal neatly packaged in a dare. He growled low in his throat, letting that hand of Richard's feel it at a similar time that it would be heard.

His fingers returned to work opening the last third of hooks to the binder, working meticulously as if he were using the time to plot out how to get his mouth on Richard's. As he completed his intended bit of undressing, he shifted his legs so that he could hook his heels on the edge of the desk, thighs nudging Richard's ass forward a bit. It meant he had the ability to twist his hips to dislodge Richard (unlikely), switching who was on top (maybe), or launch Richard forward towards his mouth (also maybe).

"Such a tease... challenge accepted," he purred as he lifted his head so that he could push against that the younger man's hand on his throat, testing how serious Richard was about keeping him flat on his back. His own hands slid up Richard's loose cotton shirt to grasp and massage the younger man's breasts. He'd get what he wanted eventually....

Richard can feel the growl vibrating in Silco's throat against his concealed fingers. Curiously, he strokes the older man's Adam's apple with his index finger while adding a subtle pressure to provide some sense of discomfort and restriction. It's not in Richard's intention to choke the other, not really, but to add thrill of danger and establish a control. Though, it is interrupted when body underneath him shifts.

Silco somewhat succeeds with his plans, managing to slide him forward on his lap. To avoid from completely flopping on top of the other Richard places his elbow right next To Silco's head, supporting the weight of his upper body on it. His now freed breasts bounces a little along with the movement, pressing further into the bloodied hands grasping on the soft mounds.

Despite the skin on his chest not being particularly sensitive, after being subjected the years of pressure and constant irritation, the gesture is still enough to make a sharp shock of electricity to run through his spine. Setting warm pool of excitement in his abdomen as the blood begins to gather between his legs.

After being choked to death two months ago, Silco twitched at the pressure and his breathing sharpened. A sense of danger bled into his body language, but he mentally focused on the person rather than the touch, trusting Richard not to push that agenda too far. He pressed into the hand to show both willingness to trust the teasing and give Richard a challenge for control.

He bared his teeth like a feral animal, digging his heels further into the desk to establish some control. It was difficult because he was at the end of the desk and his legs were long, but his success to push Richard forward was considered a win in his books. He found himself staring up into an equally bloodied face and strained against the hand on his neck to try to brush their lips together by lifting his head.

His hands stroked and massaged Richard's breasts, taking time to feel the weight of them against this palms. He tugged gently on both nipples, letting them harden for his efforts. He had never cared one way or another for breasts, but Richard's were special, basically forbidden and a key part of the younger man's self-hatred so he always took time to touch and feel them, to welcome them as a part of Richard's mismatched body that he was never repulsed by.

Soon his hands slid south, slicing over smooth skin and hardened muscle that spoke of Richard's fitness before he found the ties of the younger man's trousers. He began to open them and stroked a hand down the front, teasing. "Have you ever done this covered in the blood of a kill?"

For better or worse, Richard isn't exactly the most considerate nor aware lover. Not despite his own troubled past and experiences. Or maybe it is because of those traumas and inability to cope or deal properly, always just pushing through them while gritting his teeth and shielding his hurt, that he expects others do the same. So, while he is well aware of Silco's recent meeting with brutal death it's not on his mind right now. He allows his lover to reach up and capture his lips with his own to a kiss. But only briefly so, as he adds more pressure on the hand gripping around Silco's throat as he forces him back down. A teasing smirk decorating his own pink wet lips.

The rough hands and strong fingers feels almost ticklish against the soft flesh of his breasts. The shifting weight and heat makes him shudder in pleasure, skin raising to small goosebumps. Richard closes his eyes and let's out a quiet, low moan. His own arousal is growing only more evident along with his hunger for more.

It's almost disappointing when the hands moves on from his chest, leaving his breasts alone and lonely for more contact. But the only reason he won't try push himself down to get more of the friction is because he knows where this is going. Bending his back in flexible curve Richard raises his hips up, giving Silco more room to work his trousers open.

"Only in my own."

The kiss may have been brief, but it was what he had demanded and that had been met now. He allowed Richard's hand to force his head back down to the desk by the hold on his throat, and his pulse had definitely quickened with the continued grip. Not tight enough to be a concern but still present enough to divide his attention. He flexed his hips under Richard's weight at that smirk.

With the assistance, he worked Richard's trousers open and reached around back to pull the down part way the younger man's thighs before their position wouldn't allow any further. He raised his eyebrows at the admittance, expending valuable focus on trying to figure it out - god being horny and a young adult could be annoying. "Your own blood? How badly were you injured?"

His hands gripped Richard's ass before sliding up the back of the younger man's shirt and the loose binder. They stroked back around front so he could take Richard's breasts back into his hands to play with them as he rocked his hips again and his legs eased down to hang off of his desk again now that his goal of a kiss had been achieved and he didn't yet need to flip their positions.

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.

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.

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.

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.

There hadn't exactly been a possibility for them to indulge in the passions right on the spot. It had been yet another close to death experience to Richard, even if one he had been prepared to face. Despite the arrow not sinking too deep there was still the drug in his system, making him lose focus and world swirl around him as he lost the track of what was real and what was not. Richard had even seen Henry.

The memory of the spirit that had appeared in front of him in the misty forest makes Richard choke for a moment. For a brief beat his body grows cold from the inside, threatening freeze out anything on its way and make him grow numb. He almost forgets about the heat of the other body pressing on him. But it's the question that demands his attention back to the present.

"No, I--", he sighs, fingers unknowingly tightening around the knife's handle. Richard then swallows air and leans his head back forward, seeking the skin on Silco's forehead with his lips. "I stole the hope from them." And not just from the brat princes but their cunning mother. Damning the entire Woodville bloodline.

He almost didn't notice being suddenly slid off the man's lap. And honestly, it is good thing that Silco states the reason for it, no matter how brief it is, as Richard could already feel a small seeds of doubt and confusion being rooted in the back of his mind. His free hand slides from the back of Silco's neck to the front of his shirt, palm pressed flat as if he tried to keep the other man from running away. Once Silco's done with unfastening his trousers Richard doesn't waste a moment before pushing back in, leaning himself against the taller man with his neck craned up as he seeks for a kiss.

Thankfully being in a young body had not altered many of his perceptions of the mind, and he noted the way that Richard stiffened with tension, eyes flicking to the subtle motion of the knife indicating a tightening grip. His head moved forward in response to Richard doing so, letting their temples touch, and he expelled an audible breath. It was moments like these that he appreciated they had found each other and able to exist as the people put in the position to perform terrible action. "Something precious indeed... a terrible fate for all enemies but one deserved."

He pushed his pants off of his hips to his knees, knocking off one shoe to remove a single leg before unwilling to go further. Of course, while he was leaned over, he repeated the gesture with Richard, allowing them both freedom of movement. He noted the hand, blue eyes watching the younger man as he rose from leaning into that hand.

He welcome Richard in between his legs and obliged questing for a kiss, his mouth hot and demanding with tongue caressing Richard's lips and tasting the continued subtle tang of blood there. One hand dropped to grasp his lover's cock, stroking and gently massaging as he hooked his heel around the back of Richard's knee to hold the younger man close to him. His other hand found one of Richard's breasts to enjoy the feel of it under his palm again.

Between kisses, he made his desire irrefutable as he murmured, "I want you, Richard."

The kiss between them tastes salty and metallic, creating a stark contrast to the softness of their lips and tongues that kept meeting in the hungry kiss. It almost felt like he was trying to pay back for the one that he had previously denied Silco mere a moments ago. The aftermath of the death that still lingered thick in the room worked only as a booster for Richard, making him more eager and desperate for more. The adrenaline rushes through his veins, heating up his body -- pushing him forward.

The hand reaching down between his legs stroke his erection does draw a high pitched whimper out of Richard. Closing his eyes he continues to whine and moan against Silco's mouth. His body felt like a hot, soft mold for the other man to manipulate and shape to his liking, making Richard respond to each caress and touch.

It does take some self-restrain from him to break the kiss and pull away so that he could once again look into Silco's now perfect blue eyes. "I want that," he begins, voice heavy and thick from arousal and desire. He moves his hand from between their bodies up to cup the other man's cheek, thumb brushing over his wet lips. "--That fury of yours. I want to feel it in my body."

By now, the flecks and spatters of blood had dried on his skin and was starting to create little itchy spots as he moved around. It was lucky for him that they were stripping most of their clothing off where the cooling blood would smear against their skin if left unattended. His breath remained quickened and his kisses were gaining an edge to them that he hardly allowed himself normally.

His lips were reddened and a bit swollen from the rough pressure of their kisses, slightly parted as he watched Richard. His hand continued to stroke the younger man's cock even as he tipped his face into that hand, both eyes half closing at the dichotomy of gentle and sharpness of their motions with each other. "...do you?" It was almost a whisper; he kept a firm hold of his temper and his lust for violence much of the time.

His hand dropped away from his lover's cock so he had both hand to seize the back of Richard's thighs to lift the younger man up as he twisted around so he could slam Richard down on his desk. It was less rough and more uncontrolled with his eagerness, but he filled the space as he leaned over his lover and lowered his head so he could add sharp nips with misaligned front teeth followed by a purposeful hickey right on Richard's clean shoulder where it could be easily hidden but they'd both know it was there.

Ever since the first time they had fallen in the bed together and when Silco had dismissed the idea of introducing the pain into the sex Richard had stayed quiet about it, not making anymore similar requests. Instead he had just silently agreed to follow the other man's lead as they learned about each others' bodies, finding new aspects and turns of them night after a night. But tonight was not about calm and and modest introductions, no.

Tonight was all about the monster that lurked behind their calm and calculating exteriors. The ruthlessness violence, nearly animalistic passion, the burning rage. Ricard had seen all those just a moments ago when Silco had lunged at the intruder, sharp knife flashing in the air and painting their little world red. The other man had enjoyed the power, Richard could tell. And well, it wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed watching the other man to let go and true his true colors. If anything witnessing that had awoken the hunger within Richard, wanting to see more of that monster. To feel it.

The grab and switch happens so quickly. Richard barely gets to let a sound out before he feels his back being hit against the sturdy wooden desk. But despite the swiftness of it, Richard doesn't waste a moment to bend his knees so that he can find support with the sole of his feet, carefully pushing himself further up on the desk.

"--Ngh," A strangled sound escaped from Richard's throat Silco's teeth latched on the tender skin on his shoulder, the sharp and hard edges pulling on his flesh. The bite stings ever so pleasantly and send sharp electric shock down his spin, making his nipples harden even more.

His bare tights press against the other man's frame and the free hand reaches to grab and pull on Silco's long black hair as he cages their bodies together. Fingers in his other hand finally loosen the grip around the knife's handle -- allowing the weapon to slip from his hold. For a brief moment he wonders if Silco was bold enough to bite hard enough to draw blood.

"...More, Silco. Harder."

He valued control a lot more as he aged compared to when he had been the physical age he was currently. He spent a lifetime being called a monster on some level or another, and sometimes he even let the monster out. Today happened to be that day, the affront of Chem-Barons claiming to what was his just a push too far. It wasn't often, but it felt good to let loose in the moment; very few people encouraged it for fear of what it would bring to them in comparison to his calm viciousness.

And if he expected Richard to rescind the request for roughness after their switch, he was dead wrong. If anything, he picked up on and fed on the thrill that seemed to come from the younger man underneath him. He shuddered with his own excitement, so used to a strangle hold of control that it felt unusually freeing for it to be encouraged.

Richard had requested their first time, but they hadn't known their preferences or each other on that level well. As the younger man hadn't brought it up again, he had expected the request to have been a curious short-lived one. Perhaps it was time to revisit that, not that they were overly gentle or cautious with each other in bed, but it wasn't as forceful and animalistic as this.

One hand slid up the underside of Richard's thigh, applying pressure to lift it from where Richard was using the desk for support so he could instead put that long muscular limb over one of his shoulders. He shuddered at the pull to his hair, more coming free from the tie so it dropped against his neck and cheeks as he mouthed on the mark that he left to make it more vivid and large against Richard's pale skin. He absently aware aware of the knife clattering to the floor, dangerously close to his bare foot and if anything, that just heightened the excitement as his world narrowed to this mouth.

He moved to catch Richard's mouth, and he tried to take firm control of the younger man's mouth like he wanted to hurt his lover's tonsils with his tongue. His blunt nails dug into the flesh of Richard's thigh that he was holding over his shoulder as he ground his cock against his lover's ass and vagina. His other arm moved to support himself on the desk, fingers tangling in Richard's dark hair and giving return tugs to the locks as he tested boundaries of how rough the other man wanted it.

Well, if Silco is trying to gauge out Richard's limits and tolerance for rough hands and pain he will find that there's still a lot to go. But as for now, he responds to each bite, touch and stimulation. His body jerks and twitches under Silco, leg raising and bending effortlessly behind the other man's shoulder. The shift does put him in a position that brings somewhat more challenge for Richard to uphold as his lower body was lifted partially up now. Not that he minded - it was the opposite actually, as the added pressure and strain only heightening the feeling of heated urgency.

With the other, bigger body looming over him overwhelmingly, pressing him down against the desk, leaves Richard with limited amount of space to move. So, when the mouth descends upon him all he can do is surrender and try follow the other one's lead. The kiss is rough and passionate, sucking and swallowing any stray moans and other sounds that might escape from Richard's throat.

The intensity of the kiss along with the hungry and calloused hands pulling and squeezing him, works as oil to the fire within him, sparking the flames ablaze inside his guts and feeding the arousal even further. The wetness in his groin was now obvious, the cock rubbing against his folds and nether region, spreading the slick with each thrust. The motion is almost maddening, constantly teasing him of what's to come while witholding the initial push.

In a small moment of rebellion, however, Richard tangles fingers in Silco's hair and bites down on the tender muscle invading his mouth. Not to seriously hurt or to draw blood, of course, but hopefully hard enough to give the other one a startle. There was confidence in Richard's eyes, signing a challenge his partner. He might be the one pinned down but it didn't mean he was completely at his mercy.

The situation did seem to be slipping well beyond what was required for control here. If anything, that they had specks of blood and two dead bodies in the room only heightened his arousal. While he hadn't been expecting a protest given the request, he was pleased that Richard gave as good as the younger man received as things escalated.

Of course, being taller and larger did have advantages that he rarely took for his own, normally because he surrounded himself in people who were even taller and larger than himself. Richard was no damsel, as proven when his hair was taken in hand and tongue bitten. It earned a low growl of pleasure from him, even if he knew he could lose control of his head if he wanted to keep his hair. He'd give Richard that.

His blue eyes were dark and stormy with challenge and arousal, and he scraped his nails down Richard's milky thigh with its little scars from life in combat and training. His hand dropped away at the curve of Richard's hip so he could take his erection in hand to guide himself into position. His initial thrust may have been a touch harder than usual, but being in that wet familiar heat of his lover's body bled tension from his shoulders. Like he wanted to be no where else but here and now.

He withdrew his tongue and then his mouth as he pushed his cock deeper, wanting Richard to hear the noises that escaped his throat. His hand returned to holding that thigh over his shoulder as he stood, dragging Richard up with him to see how the younger man reacted.

The blunt nails scraping along the rough edges of the already healed faint scar sends almost ticklish shivers down Richard's spine. The nerves running close to the surface of his skin twitch, making his body jerk and spasm lightly. Removing his hand from the other man's hair he let it to slide down to cup his cheek. The long and slender finger spread like spider web, blindly feeling the very familiar yet still so different facial structure beneath his touch. The shape and the frame was right, but the lack of wrinkles brought by the age and the rough, jagged scar tissue that deformed the otherwise perfect face. Feeling it was both unnerving and exciting at the same time.

A strangled noise escapes from him, the sound drowning in the wet kiss, when he feels himself being pierced by the other's erection. Despite him being soaked with arousal some force is still needed for the push to breach him. The stretch burns slightly around Richard's walls and he finds himself holding his breath until Silco's fully sheathed in, filling him to the brim.

Needlessly to say, it is a tight fit but hardly anything that Richard couldn't handle. If anything, the hotness of the burn keeps him tied into the present and focus attached to the pressing sensations in his body. His walls twitch and clenches around Silco, as if to try pull him deeper.

And when the mouth finally moves from him, Richard exhales deeply before his breath picks up the pace, air moving quickly in and out of him and pushing his chest up and down. But there wasn't much time for him to adjust his breathing before he felt their bodies to shift as they changed their positions yet again. Richard lets out a quiet yelp, bringing his injured to grasp on Silco's shoulder while the other one stayed against the desk -- trying to work as support.

"Yes," Richard's voice is heavy and hushed as he tries to catch his breath. There's a clear hue of arousal and excitement in Richard's flushed eyes as he peers beneath his damp dark curls. "That's it, Silco."

A shudder ran the length of him as he sank into that tight heat, and he was reminded as he always was each time they fell into one another's embrace that Richard was the best of both worlds regardless of how the younger man felt. His attraction had only steadily increased the more that he had been allowed to explore this body, and he marveled that Richard had come to trust him this much. They enjoyed themselves, and there was so much to learn about Richard.

He paused to give them both a few seconds to adjust to being linked physically, a low moan slipping passed his lips as those walls grasped his cock. With the angle changing as he lifted Richard's hips, he provided a few small experimental thrusts of his hips, working his lover open and wetter with the stimulation. Of course, being this new age came with race-to-the-finish-line urging, which he held in check.

He turned his face so he could nip and suck another mark into the pale skin of Richard's thigh over his shoulder, scraping with his front teeth. His fingers tugged lightly the hair in his grip as Richard had done him previously as he shifted focus to thrusting in and out of his lover's body. His pace was slow and gentle at first, but quicker than usual, it built to hard and fast like a rutting animal.

"I want to watch you come undone," he growled low in his throat, voice smooth but breathy. "Let the monster out with me, Richard."

An involuntary, strangled gasp climbs its way up through Richard's throat when the sharp teeth sank into the soft and tender flesh on his thigh. The area is much more sensitive than the collar where Silco had bit him before, dragging series of whimpers from his lips as his breathing turns more ragged. The beads of swear had begun to form on Richard's skin, running down his back. And as Silco kept picking up the pace, thrusting into him with rabid vigor, he could feel the flame blazing within his core, the heat spreading all around his body. It settles to his bones and muscles, making him spasm as the warmth tried to push through his skin, looking for an exit.

And Richard could tell that wasn't just the heat that was trying to escape from him.

Richard's eyes flutter shut when he feels few thrusts accidentally brush against the bundle of nerves inside him, making him spill the faint droplets of precum. He throws his head as much the grip on his hair allows him to, stretching his neck backwards as he surrendered to the pleasure that was coming to him from everywhere.

The strain on his muscles as his body was pulled and pushed into more challenging position all while being rocked back and forth. The roughness of Silco's hands and snap of hips, relentlessly preventing his mind to wander anywhere else than the melting heat spreading him apart. The voice calling out to him and tempting him to let go. All of it worked to build Richard towards the climax. But it wasn't enough. Something was missing.

Forcing his eyes open, Richard moved his hand that was gripping on Silco's shoulder. He brought the trembling hand over the other man's face, covering the now healthier side to imitate the man's usual appearance.

"Better."

He had fallen into Richard's wished, tempted to letting go as he hadn't particularly allowed himself in the past. His thrusts were desperate and seeking, wanting to bring them both pleasure and the angle helped with that. He could feel Richard responding under him, the heat and wet of that body welcoming his cock upon each thrust and withdrawal.

He could simply enjoy the blood-lust induced passions to completion, and yet, he found himself startled out of his rhythm when it felt sudden that a hand covered half of his face. His rhythm stuttered of course, and he nearly jerked away from the hand until the word 'better' filtered to the ten percent of his brain that was actually functioning beyond bodily instincts.

He exhaled a heated breath, shuddering at the meaning sunk in. Richard... liked his scar? The marred mark of a past near death experience he couldn't escape as an adult, the deep rot that was held at bay because of the administration of Shimmer routinely. He closed his blue eyes and then leaned into that hand. The scar gave him his Zaun nickname from the shadows, but this... felt different. It made him feel warm and accepted, made this young body less worth it.

His hand withdrew from Richard's hair, sliding down to cup and massage a breast before easing down further until he could grasp his lover's cock. It took him a few thrusts to find his rhythm again, but it did return and he timed his thrusting with the stroke of Richard's cock, catching precum on his fingers and using it as a lubricant as he pushed his face even harder into that palm.

"Richard..."

The gesture was almost the opposite that Richard had received from both of his lovers. Both Buckingham and Silco had brushed his hair aside, revealing his differentiating to urge Richard to come out from hiding and embrace himself. But the act of covering the healthy side of Silco's face hid similar sentiment behind it.

It had been interesting to see his lover in this form. The young, strong and handsome. It had offered him a glimpse to what the man could have become if he hadn't met the with the betrayal. Maybe he could've been spared from some of the darkness in his soul if he wasn't forced to carry such stigmatizing mark on his body. But that wasn't the Silco that Richard knows and who he had opened his body to. Richard preferred that form over this one, beauty be damned.

Richard's cocked to side when his hair was released and giving him room for more movement. He closes his eyes again and shudders when the hot hand slides down his body, moving the weight on his chest along with the rhythm of his thrusting. When the fingers moved down to curl around his own erection he bucks his hips forward and arches his back, his muscles taut like a violin string. With the added attention on such sensitive member, along with the constant stimulation pushing on his nerves, it didn't take long until Richard could feel the fire explode in his body. Parting his red, flushed lips Richard let out a quiet cry and moved his own hand to grab on the back of Silco's neck as he felt the spark inside him urge the orgasm out of him.

Edited 2024-10-06 17:19 (UTC)

Silco realized very early on when they rolled in the sheets together that Richard was easy to please; there was both a lack of a experience and extra points for stimulation that made the younger man almost easy to drive towards orgasm. This time was no different of course, though perhaps both of them were riding a bit too high from their antics earlier with the Chem-Barons.

He did not stop watching Richard as the younger man arched and moved on his desk, papers clinging to that pale skin. The uncovered eye watched the bounce of Richard's breasts with each thrust, sweat creating a sheen on the both of them as they found that unified pace as they chased down their orgasms together. He pressed his face more against that warm hand, one that had caused death right along with his own.

His thrusts sped up, driving for that peak which was rapidly building. He felt and heard Richard careen over the edge of it first, shuddering as those walls clenched on his own cock, which he continued to barrel right along in a messy rutting desperation even as he felt warm spilling over his fingers. The scent of death and blood clung to the back of his throat and nose, layering an element of raw openness.

It probably wasn't right to relish killing like this. Something was likely wrong with him. What else was new though? He and Richard were kindred in that perhaps.

He made a low growling moan as his last few thrusts into that tight heat sent him into his orgasm, and he thrust as deep as he could as it washed over him. He released himself into Richard, shuddering and panting and moaning as he sagged a shoulder to drop his lover's thigh from there so he could lean further to trap Richard against his desk.

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