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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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."
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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?"