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Who was he to deny the pleasure of sharing this entire moment with another who he didn't think would judge him for it? There were very few people he allowed himself to unleash that anger with unless it was out of his control; even Jinx he was the one in control to offset her chaos. No one had encouraged him quite like Richard and for that, he felt the warmth between them growing.

His back and shoulders rose towards the drag of those nails over his sweat-sheened skin, the burn of it highlighting the edges of his pleasure. He hoped there were welts, maybe even in a little blood to scab in order to remember this unusual moment between them. He coveted this like a secret they could glance at each other in mutual remembrance.

Still, his hand moved from between them as he fell forward on the desk, not caring one bit for the contents that remained and especially not the contents that had fallen off of it. He lay on the younger man, keeping himself buried deep inside of Richard and he dropped his face to nuzzle along the side of his lover's neck and jaw. His chest worked air in and out of his lungs, warm puffs of air against Richard's skin. He peppered a few kisses along his lover's neck for good measure.

"That was... certainly something else." Raw, blissful, animalistic. He didn't deny how good it felt.

'That certainly was something else.' that sure is one way to put it.

Richard, too, was catching his breath, his chest raising heavily with each intake. The kisses along his neck brought him back to the moment, making him slowly aware of his own body again. He stared up at the ceiling with his wide eyes, looking at the colorful patterns drawn on it with his dazed gaze. There's a cramping ache in his thighs and abs, after holding up such straining position while the other man drove inside him.

He had asked Silco to let the monster out and the man sure had provided. It wasn't like Silco was necessarily the most gentle lover out there, which Richard preferred, but this had been more than that. Speechless, he traced the faint claw marks he had left on his partner's back with his fingers. Indulging in the sensation of being full and pinned down in the warmth. The air was thick with the musky odor. The blood, sweat and spent having mixed into each other.

"..Even the pain turns into pleasure." He says eventually, voice low and airy. Yes, that's his estimation of it all. Richard supposes he did understand what the saints meant when they said that pain brought them closer to divine. Or something like that.

But something was missing.

After a silent break, he slid his hands up, bringing them up to cup his lover's face.

"Silco.. There is something I need to do."

He nodded his head at the words, agreeing with Richard on that fact. The sting of the marks on his back intermingled with the ebbing pleasure high that he was slowly descending from. He was in no hurry to move, especially with Richard's fingers moving over the rising welts on his shoulders. Pain and pleasure mingled together, as it should be with such interactions.

He opened both of his blue eyes when his lover's hands cupped his face, peering at the younger man. Hair clung to his sweaty skin, and the hair tye was basically doing nothing, giving him a wilder appearance than usual. His breathing was starting to return to some semblance of normal, and he shifted a small amount.

It took him a few moments to process the words, and he lifted his head from the younger man's hands. "Leaving so soon then?" Well, he supposed he'd have to call the cleaners to put his office into rights again.

There's almost a feverish and dreamy look to Richard's eyes peeking underneath the dark and messy curls. His fingers rub lazily against Silco's cheekbones as he looks right into the disheveled pair of blue eyes. At first he thinks about kissing him, but decides against it in favor of being able to look at him and get drunk on this sweet post coital bliss.

But then Silco moves, prompting Richard to follow in suit. With a silent grunt he props himself to sit up and lean on his elbows. There's a a slight discomfort when he eventually feels Silco to slip outside of him, allowing some of the fluid trickle down his thighs on the table. Yeah. The bodies aren't only one's that Silco needs to call cleanup for.

Oh. And speaking of the bodies?

"No. That's not it." He croaks, placing a reassuring hand on Silco's shoulder. "Get me my shirt."

He stepped backwards and lifted a hand to find and pull at the hairtye that had become almost completely ineffectual. His shoulder-length hair tumbled against his neck, joining most of the strands that were already clinging there by drying sweat. His other hand joined to gather up the loose hair to return it to a state off of his hot skin, but at the same time, his gaze crawled over Richard's nudity.

It was quite the sight, especially the mess they had made together. He'd never had anyone he considered 'claimed' before, and he wasn't a possessive person by nature (or so he liked to think). However, there was something primal and completely sexual of signs of their sex covering their bodies. There was a brief 'we did that', which wasn't unusual in context. They had a sex frequently, but perhaps he hadn't taken the time quite like now where everything came with a hyperfocus before.

He turned his head once his hair was up in a messy bun and stepped away long enough to retrieve Richard's shirt. He grabbed his too for good measure since it was close by the first, and he returned to offer it to his lover. "What are you planning, hmm? We could shower?"

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