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traumaticus) wrote2022-08-15 11:44 pm
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[There was a paper wrapped package on the door step of Richard's house, or perhaps Whitey had been the best boy and brought it home. Either way, a light package arrived with a single hand-written note attached to it.]
These should be more comfortable to wear.
Don't let me catch you in the poor excuse you've been using again.
Your secret remains safe with me.
-S.
[Inside the package can be found two items (colour is your choice) of one strapless and with straps. Don't worry, he owns the tailor, so he can commission more or have alterations done.]
These should be more comfortable to wear.
Don't let me catch you in the poor excuse you've been using again.
Your secret remains safe with me.
-S.
[Inside the package can be found two items (colour is your choice) of one strapless and with straps. Don't worry, he owns the tailor, so he can commission more or have alterations done.]
[Towards the end of the week, it's gotten more and more difficult for the Gnosia and their followers. People begin piecing together what's happening, suspicions abound. Gnosia are 'cured', according to those who stand against their progress, and repeatedly people try to find ways to keep their followers from action.
And so more and more he's out at those twilight times of day. Just before the sun rises, when those who operate at night are winding down and those who wake still aren't quite out. It means it's harder to find more tribute for Dara... but it also means there's far less likely of a chance to be interrupted.
The bars closed hours ago, he knows better than to try stalking the entertainment district at this time. Instead he's out closer to the water. Boats and crates and equipment provide ample obstacles and breaks in line of sight, and fishing is one of those hobbies or jobs that tends to begin far sooner than any of the others. He just has to wait for likely prey to show up.
--Though the footsteps he hears on the wooden docks don't sound quite like what he'd expect. They're sharp and evenly paced- like someone who knows exactly where they're heading, but isn't casual about it. They're like a hunter's. And maybe that's what draws him to stand up straight from where he'd been leaning against one of the massive containers, curiosity overtaking caution to investigate who else would be stalking the same prey grounds.
A gnosia, maybe? Another follower like himself? Or perhaps someone determined to 'cure' them, and taking a decidedly more aggressive approach about it than most.
Richard's face is only half-familiar. Once he's seen, probably, but not quite committed to memory. But the aura is decidedly one of a gnosia, and Shinjiro relaxes slightly at that, breathing out a faint relief.]
...Hey.
And so more and more he's out at those twilight times of day. Just before the sun rises, when those who operate at night are winding down and those who wake still aren't quite out. It means it's harder to find more tribute for Dara... but it also means there's far less likely of a chance to be interrupted.
The bars closed hours ago, he knows better than to try stalking the entertainment district at this time. Instead he's out closer to the water. Boats and crates and equipment provide ample obstacles and breaks in line of sight, and fishing is one of those hobbies or jobs that tends to begin far sooner than any of the others. He just has to wait for likely prey to show up.
--Though the footsteps he hears on the wooden docks don't sound quite like what he'd expect. They're sharp and evenly paced- like someone who knows exactly where they're heading, but isn't casual about it. They're like a hunter's. And maybe that's what draws him to stand up straight from where he'd been leaning against one of the massive containers, curiosity overtaking caution to investigate who else would be stalking the same prey grounds.
A gnosia, maybe? Another follower like himself? Or perhaps someone determined to 'cure' them, and taking a decidedly more aggressive approach about it than most.
Richard's face is only half-familiar. Once he's seen, probably, but not quite committed to memory. But the aura is decidedly one of a gnosia, and Shinjiro relaxes slightly at that, breathing out a faint relief.]
...Hey.
[The docks are known to be the area of the petty criminals. Full of swarms of the miscreants and unwanted. So, clearly and optimal spot for hunting. He has long time ago already forsaken the idea of honor and grace, not caring anymore who crosses his path. The world had been covered in a black veil, covering every inch of light underneath it. The only color that Richard could make out through the darkness was none other than red.
Richard stalks the area next to water, listening the subtle waves licking against the hard stony pavement and pushing small boats against the wooden structures. There is calmness in his heart, the drums of war having quieted down. It's fine. It's not like he is heading towards the blood filled battlefield. No, he is currently in the forest, moving quietly in the shades of the tree looking for his next prey.
And oh, look at that. There's one lurking around the containers, stepping right into his vision.
The mismatched eyes looks Shinjiro up and down, sizing him up with his eyes. And just like the younger man, Richard could tell that he had seen him before. But unfortunately the memory that surfaces to his mind is not their brief conversation on the network all those months ago. No. It is much more fresh and recent. One where he saw the man serve someone else. Another Gnosia.]
I saw you before.
Richard stalks the area next to water, listening the subtle waves licking against the hard stony pavement and pushing small boats against the wooden structures. There is calmness in his heart, the drums of war having quieted down. It's fine. It's not like he is heading towards the blood filled battlefield. No, he is currently in the forest, moving quietly in the shades of the tree looking for his next prey.
And oh, look at that. There's one lurking around the containers, stepping right into his vision.
The mismatched eyes looks Shinjiro up and down, sizing him up with his eyes. And just like the younger man, Richard could tell that he had seen him before. But unfortunately the memory that surfaces to his mind is not their brief conversation on the network all those months ago. No. It is much more fresh and recent. One where he saw the man serve someone else. Another Gnosia.]
I saw you before.
Yeah? I'm usually around.
[Richard is right- Shinjiro had been serving others. Assisting most Gnosia he'd encountered and could, which was likely bad anough. But he'd been serving Dara as though she were his own personal sovereign and god. Always the priority, and with the most attention and fealty paid.
Even now, that was who he had in mind while out here hunting, and considering ways to lure people to her. But clearly his idea wasn't particularly unique.
Still, his stance is easy as Richard regards him. Unthreatened, despite the asymmetrical glances up and down. It's been harder for hunters to hunt-- of course a gnosia would be wary. And so he lifts a hand.]
...Gnosia, right? No worries, I'm with you guys.
[Richard is right- Shinjiro had been serving others. Assisting most Gnosia he'd encountered and could, which was likely bad anough. But he'd been serving Dara as though she were his own personal sovereign and god. Always the priority, and with the most attention and fealty paid.
Even now, that was who he had in mind while out here hunting, and considering ways to lure people to her. But clearly his idea wasn't particularly unique.
Still, his stance is easy as Richard regards him. Unthreatened, despite the asymmetrical glances up and down. It's been harder for hunters to hunt-- of course a gnosia would be wary. And so he lifts a hand.]
...Gnosia, right? No worries, I'm with you guys.
[From here]
His breath was quickened from excitement as they reached his desk, and he used Richard's distraction of staring at his face and his blue eyes to begin to open the younger man's clothing with jerking motions. His skin felt hot and flushed, loose strands of hair clinging to his forehead and the nape of his neck from the blood. If he had an extra hand, he might even consider pulling the tie from his hair to let it fall down, but that would mean taking his hands off Richard and that wasn't happening.
He paused as he was pushed backwards, performing a little hop to set his ass on the desk fully before he was eased to lay back. He shifted his shoulders to find a comfortable spot as Richard vaulted up onto his hips. He helped but mostly he returned to pulling open Richard's bloodstained top so he could work open the binder.
"Kiss me," he demanded hotly and rolled his hips under Richard's ass. Already, his pants felt tight from his arousal, but his focus was on those lips and getting them on his.
His breath was quickened from excitement as they reached his desk, and he used Richard's distraction of staring at his face and his blue eyes to begin to open the younger man's clothing with jerking motions. His skin felt hot and flushed, loose strands of hair clinging to his forehead and the nape of his neck from the blood. If he had an extra hand, he might even consider pulling the tie from his hair to let it fall down, but that would mean taking his hands off Richard and that wasn't happening.
He paused as he was pushed backwards, performing a little hop to set his ass on the desk fully before he was eased to lay back. He shifted his shoulders to find a comfortable spot as Richard vaulted up onto his hips. He helped but mostly he returned to pulling open Richard's bloodstained top so he could work open the binder.
"Kiss me," he demanded hotly and rolled his hips under Richard's ass. Already, his pants felt tight from his arousal, but his focus was on those lips and getting them on his.
It truly was lucky that for once Richard had actually taken into consideration their agreed activities when choosing his outfit. Instead of the usual leather that clung to his body like a second skin, he had worn dark, loose shirt. It didn't take much effort from Silco to tug the strings and buttons on the front open, exposing the white binder flattening his chest. Some of the blood had trailed down along the collar of his shirt, staining the edges of the white cloth in dried red.
Narrowing his eyes, Richard cast a hungry look at the man underneath him. He kept his palm pressed down on the other's chest, keeping him down while the other one still griped on the knife. Richard slowly licked his top-lip and shook his head.
"No." He answered to the demand, voice full of authority. His poise did not even shake when Silco rolled his hips, briefly pressing his hardness against Richard's ass, sending a sharp jolt of electricity through his spine. A pleasurable pool of heat began to stir in his guts.
Richard mimicked Silco's movement, rolling his own hips and rocking them back and forth. Creating the friction between their bodies and making sure to lean against the hardness inside Silco's pants.
Narrowing his eyes, Richard cast a hungry look at the man underneath him. He kept his palm pressed down on the other's chest, keeping him down while the other one still griped on the knife. Richard slowly licked his top-lip and shook his head.
"No." He answered to the demand, voice full of authority. His poise did not even shake when Silco rolled his hips, briefly pressing his hardness against Richard's ass, sending a sharp jolt of electricity through his spine. A pleasurable pool of heat began to stir in his guts.
Richard mimicked Silco's movement, rolling his own hips and rocking them back and forth. Creating the friction between their bodies and making sure to lean against the hardness inside Silco's pants.
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.
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.
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....
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.
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?"
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 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 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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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."
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."
[A walk through the woods is all good for reconnecting with nature...until a river runs red. The vibrant coloring looks like the result of an active murder scene, especially with handfuls of hair and strips of skin floating through it all. Without the any accompanying screams in the distance, maybe someone's trying to dispose of a body.
Dara is all for ritual cleansing with water. In fact, the nearby waterfall is one of her favorite places to meditate and process things. However...the situation is much more extreme than her usual behavior.
With several pumice stones occupying four of her hands, she seems to be scrubbing viciously at her bare skin and scales. Her tail hardly takes a beating, but that can't be said about her upper body. Thick rivulets of blood stream from the self-inflicted wounds from her persistent exfoliation; the god seems to purposely work at sloughing off skin despite it immediately healing back to normal in a few seconds. Practically pristine once she wipes over the spots. Rinse & Repeat. The last two hands pull at her long black hair, gathering it up and slicing through with a knife. Fistfuls of it float down the river, yet every time she seems to chop the majority of it off, it grows back as if nothing happened.
Dissatisfied, Dara's unhappy expression persists while continuing the thorough "cleansing" of her entire exposed body. It's going to take awhile considering the length of her tail still submerged underwater.]
Dara is all for ritual cleansing with water. In fact, the nearby waterfall is one of her favorite places to meditate and process things. However...the situation is much more extreme than her usual behavior.
With several pumice stones occupying four of her hands, she seems to be scrubbing viciously at her bare skin and scales. Her tail hardly takes a beating, but that can't be said about her upper body. Thick rivulets of blood stream from the self-inflicted wounds from her persistent exfoliation; the god seems to purposely work at sloughing off skin despite it immediately healing back to normal in a few seconds. Practically pristine once she wipes over the spots. Rinse & Repeat. The last two hands pull at her long black hair, gathering it up and slicing through with a knife. Fistfuls of it float down the river, yet every time she seems to chop the majority of it off, it grows back as if nothing happened.
Dissatisfied, Dara's unhappy expression persists while continuing the thorough "cleansing" of her entire exposed body. It's going to take awhile considering the length of her tail still submerged underwater.]
[It had been a troubling day thanks to both of them enduring Jinx's versions of demanding information from both himself and Richard within hours of each other. His day hadn't gotten much better as he weighed his options, and he knew that Jinx wasn't going to stop until she forced one or both of them to admit their association regardless of reassurances.
It was also in that long pondering session that Silco realized how much he was protecting Richard. He was loyal enough to protect and provide benefits to allies, but he had never done so against Jinx before unless it was temporary to protect her as he investigated. But this?
He had come early in the morning hours, slipping in and announcing himself so that Richard had no need to attack him before he had shed his clothing and joined the younger man wordlessly in that bed. He had buried his face against the back of Richard's neck, curled an arm around his lover and willed himself to catch a few hours of sleep before he had to be up and out to upkeep their thin-veiled ruse to the world. What followed was a few winks of sleep between pondering how hard he was going to fight for this, the ability to surrender, to be briefly vulnerable, to have a secret he didn't have to share...
Silco sighed and unwound himself from the warmth of Richard's body and rose to nurse the fire back to life. That done, instead of pacing, he convinced himself back to Richard's bed but remained sitting up watching the flames grow and consume the wood.]
It was also in that long pondering session that Silco realized how much he was protecting Richard. He was loyal enough to protect and provide benefits to allies, but he had never done so against Jinx before unless it was temporary to protect her as he investigated. But this?
He had come early in the morning hours, slipping in and announcing himself so that Richard had no need to attack him before he had shed his clothing and joined the younger man wordlessly in that bed. He had buried his face against the back of Richard's neck, curled an arm around his lover and willed himself to catch a few hours of sleep before he had to be up and out to upkeep their thin-veiled ruse to the world. What followed was a few winks of sleep between pondering how hard he was going to fight for this, the ability to surrender, to be briefly vulnerable, to have a secret he didn't have to share...
Silco sighed and unwound himself from the warmth of Richard's body and rose to nurse the fire back to life. That done, instead of pacing, he convinced himself back to Richard's bed but remained sitting up watching the flames grow and consume the wood.]
[It really had been trying times for them lately, hadn't it? First the glitches, unwanted quests and visitors as the world around them was falling apart and reality coming off the seams, and now they both had been confronted by suspecting Jinx. And well. Let's say that the girls sudden outburst and accusations hadn't really won any brownie points to her in Richard's mind.
He hadn't really cared for the girl that much the begin with, aside from some mild curiosity, but he had seen the bond between her and Silco and that was something he respected. The closeness of the duo did bring fond memories of his own connection to his now passed father. However, with these recent antics of her that could very well be described as harassment, she had made herself to be an eyesore. And Richard was having hard time keeping himself neutral to her. It actually makes him miss Buckingham and his shameless and cunning mind.
But seeing that he was still alone here, Richard had kept quiet about Jinx's latest attempts to reach out to him. After all, he had said to Silco that he would not require his help when dealing with the daughter. That, and part of him did not wish to create a ripple between the family. Not now, anyway.
Richard had resigned himself to bed when he had seen the message from Silco, curling up in the sheets and trying to catch sleep. It had, of course, been an useless attempt as his mind was wide awake, too occupied by the thoughts and anticipation of knowing that there would soon be another body lying next to him -- unknowingly shielding him from the horrors of his own nightmares and coldness of the isolation. It truly was becoming like with Buckingham, as Richard found himself more and more relying on Silco's presence to be able rest in his own bed.
So, when Silco had arrived and joined him in the bed Richard felt a relief wash over him. He reached to take Silco's hand to his own, sighed deep and allowed his body finally relax as the long wait was finally over. It didn't take long until he found himself falling asleep on the man's arms.
He did not wake to Silco stirring in the bed nor to him getting up and coming back in. In fact, Richard stays in the blissful, dreamless slumber for a while. It is only when the first shy morning lights begin to peek inside from his window, waking up the early birds and inviting them to sing when Richard finally slipped back to consciousness. Slowly blinking his sleepy eyes open he glanced up at Silco and wordlessly moved his injured hand to place it on top of the other's, seeking for connection.]
He hadn't really cared for the girl that much the begin with, aside from some mild curiosity, but he had seen the bond between her and Silco and that was something he respected. The closeness of the duo did bring fond memories of his own connection to his now passed father. However, with these recent antics of her that could very well be described as harassment, she had made herself to be an eyesore. And Richard was having hard time keeping himself neutral to her. It actually makes him miss Buckingham and his shameless and cunning mind.
But seeing that he was still alone here, Richard had kept quiet about Jinx's latest attempts to reach out to him. After all, he had said to Silco that he would not require his help when dealing with the daughter. That, and part of him did not wish to create a ripple between the family. Not now, anyway.
Richard had resigned himself to bed when he had seen the message from Silco, curling up in the sheets and trying to catch sleep. It had, of course, been an useless attempt as his mind was wide awake, too occupied by the thoughts and anticipation of knowing that there would soon be another body lying next to him -- unknowingly shielding him from the horrors of his own nightmares and coldness of the isolation. It truly was becoming like with Buckingham, as Richard found himself more and more relying on Silco's presence to be able rest in his own bed.
So, when Silco had arrived and joined him in the bed Richard felt a relief wash over him. He reached to take Silco's hand to his own, sighed deep and allowed his body finally relax as the long wait was finally over. It didn't take long until he found himself falling asleep on the man's arms.
He did not wake to Silco stirring in the bed nor to him getting up and coming back in. In fact, Richard stays in the blissful, dreamless slumber for a while. It is only when the first shy morning lights begin to peek inside from his window, waking up the early birds and inviting them to sing when Richard finally slipped back to consciousness. Slowly blinking his sleepy eyes open he glanced up at Silco and wordlessly moved his injured hand to place it on top of the other's, seeking for connection.]
[Family drama was unfortunately part and parcel of having Jinx as a daughter, as she created numerous disruptions simply with her being. In Zaun, it had been excellent and even worked to allow him to establish himself as he built her up along with his empire. He was so focused on his stranglehold of Zaun and seeking trade routes and people to buy to allow expansion that there had been no time to 'meet' someone.
He had never actually pondered the possibility back in their world, but death then coming here had slowed his life down. He had to work to build his empire back up, and he had less associates to spread his webs out and had to do so personally. And family drama had followed him, but he could deal with that because it was personal for them and an annoyance to him.
Now he was sharing Richard's bed, and he found himself enjoying the younger man's company. Oh he recognized that the Duke was a danger to him both physically and in the future if motivation for ruling took over, but if anything that made what they had even more intriguing. Richard was a strange broken puzzle who somehow found comfort in a monster like him on a different level than he had with others.
He was drawn from his thoughts and his gaze regressed from that thousand mile stare as he felt the younger man stir next to him and a hand on his own. He sighed from his nose and shifted to stretch his shoulders that had stiffened from sitting in one position too long. Then he moved to lay down next to Richard again, pressing his forehead against the younger man's temple.]
We need to talk. It's safe to assume that Jinx is making accusations at you; she's been doing that to me for the last few days. [Good morning with that heavy topic. He closed his blue eye and gave Richard space to wake up now that he had set the stage.] She's... a handful when she's jealous and thinks I have secrets from her. [To say the least.]
He had never actually pondered the possibility back in their world, but death then coming here had slowed his life down. He had to work to build his empire back up, and he had less associates to spread his webs out and had to do so personally. And family drama had followed him, but he could deal with that because it was personal for them and an annoyance to him.
Now he was sharing Richard's bed, and he found himself enjoying the younger man's company. Oh he recognized that the Duke was a danger to him both physically and in the future if motivation for ruling took over, but if anything that made what they had even more intriguing. Richard was a strange broken puzzle who somehow found comfort in a monster like him on a different level than he had with others.
He was drawn from his thoughts and his gaze regressed from that thousand mile stare as he felt the younger man stir next to him and a hand on his own. He sighed from his nose and shifted to stretch his shoulders that had stiffened from sitting in one position too long. Then he moved to lay down next to Richard again, pressing his forehead against the younger man's temple.]
We need to talk. It's safe to assume that Jinx is making accusations at you; she's been doing that to me for the last few days. [Good morning with that heavy topic. He closed his blue eye and gave Richard space to wake up now that he had set the stage.] She's... a handful when she's jealous and thinks I have secrets from her. [To say the least.]
[Mind still lazy and numb from night's rest, Richard fails to pick up any tension or other stress indicators in Silco's body language. Exhaling deep through his mouth, he shifts on the mattress a little so that the other man can slide back to lie next to him. With a small, content smile on his lips Richard moves his arm up so that he can gently caress his lover's cheek with his knuckles. Enjoying from this quiet moment that they share in their little private world.
Except then comes the words, bursting the bubble that Richard had built around them through the night. So much for slow and calm morning, huh. His hand stills for a brief second and the expression on his face changes, brows knitting together in a frown and lips pressing together into a thin line. Well, at least he is awake now.
Richard ceases his stroking and pulls his hand away, turning his head to face at the ceiling.]
..I do not appreciate the tone she takes with me.
Except then comes the words, bursting the bubble that Richard had built around them through the night. So much for slow and calm morning, huh. His hand stills for a brief second and the expression on his face changes, brows knitting together in a frown and lips pressing together into a thin line. Well, at least he is awake now.
Richard ceases his stroking and pulls his hand away, turning his head to face at the ceiling.]
..I do not appreciate the tone she takes with me.
[He savoured the contact to a cheek that had all of its nerve-endings still intact and functioning. He mused that he had given up sleeping in a bed for decades before Richard, and he had never been much of a close contact person either. He supposed having a barnacle for a bedmate left him with little options, and he slowly warmed up to the idea to keep the younger man content.
Yet, the warm moment was soured with his words, and he wished he could regret them. He couldn't though, aware that he and Richard were wise enough to understand that they had lost control of both their 'secret' and the narrative that went with it. That was dangerous to them both.
He pulled his face away and rolled onto his back so he too could stare at the ceiling. And perhaps to give Richard distance if the younger man would prefer to be away from him.]
I don't know what exactly occurred between the two of you, but it appears she has the same sentiment about you. I have an idea based on the fact that you've openly stated that you're married. [Richard came from a time period that did remind him of the books he read about Piltover's upper class.] It will only grow worse from here. We've lost control of any peace or secrecy we may hope to have about this.
Yet, the warm moment was soured with his words, and he wished he could regret them. He couldn't though, aware that he and Richard were wise enough to understand that they had lost control of both their 'secret' and the narrative that went with it. That was dangerous to them both.
He pulled his face away and rolled onto his back so he too could stare at the ceiling. And perhaps to give Richard distance if the younger man would prefer to be away from him.]
I don't know what exactly occurred between the two of you, but it appears she has the same sentiment about you. I have an idea based on the fact that you've openly stated that you're married. [Richard came from a time period that did remind him of the books he read about Piltover's upper class.] It will only grow worse from here. We've lost control of any peace or secrecy we may hope to have about this.
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