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[ well, the boss did say he will accept whatever he gets. so what silco receives next is not a set of images, but a video. the spy is in far enough not be spotted in the trees, but still close enough that the camera can see clearly through the enormous glass slide door/window. his daughter should really invest in curtains, because this just makes his job sickeningly easy.

anyhow, in this video, there is no audio from the duo (since the glass door/window is closed), but it's ekko and jinx still sitting rather close. the boy seems to be talking with his thumb caressing his daughter's bottom lip. jinx appears flustered, especially when ekko leans in for a kiss. but jinx stops him by placing two fingers against his lips, talking. whatever she is saying seems to be a weak argument, because ekko grabs a hold of her hand to plant a kiss, speaks again, then finally leaning in to kiss her. jinx sits there stiffly, but after a few seconds in, her body language changes and she surrenders to it — reciprocating and throwing her arms around his neck. and the recording ends. ]

[Silco watched the video four times, a pause between each as he considered what he saw. This all felt like déjà vu and previously he had been dubious of his daughter growing interested in boys; now he was prepared for the looming threat of it. So, this was happening. Again. Now how to prepare himself for the inevitable loss, but no matter, she would tell him. They had promised to be honest and not withhold information.]

Was this the same incident as the previous pictures or a new captured moment?

[It looked the same, but before he allowed it to potentially ruin part of his day, he wanted confirmation.]

Edited 2024-07-26 15:41 (UTC)

[There was something sad to how they both seemed to held such low expectations for themselves, coated in a thick layer of self-loath. Richard, too, wouldn't be least surprised if Silco were to all of sudden change his mind, jump back in disgust and declare Richard a demon. After all, Henry had done so too--

No. Richard bites down on his lower lip, chasing away any horrors of the past and the icy spear of rejection aiming at his heart. He should not think of that. Not now that he was finally warm again, feeling a breath against his lips as he as claimed by another body. Accepted and held as if it was the most natural thing to do. Right. Nothing else mattered at the moment but the pleasure running through his veins, sparking fire and electricity all around his muscles.]

Silco.. [Richard moans the man's name as he responds to the man's movements, stretching his neck to the side, bucking his hips up and rocking his body under the man, seeking for more friction. More of the overwhelming bliss that threatened to implode him any moment now.

There's a sharp yelp of surprise when he felt the sensitive spot inside him struck again, making his knees bent around Silco's body and his grip on the man's back tighten -- holding him as if his life depended on it. And in a way, it sure did feel like it.

A small puddle of precome and sweat had already pooled on top of his lower abdomen, along with the slick wetness having increased between his legs. Between their labored breathing, grasps for air and suffocated moans and occasional bed creaking, Richard can hear the almost obscene wet slap as the flesh pounded against the flesh. All of the sounds joining each other in the orchestra of lust made Richard feel a bit dizzy in the head, almost drunk with desire as his body kept yearning for more.

Richard does take a notice of the change of Silco's pace, feeling how his thrust became more eccentric and heavy. Then he could feel the tightening of muscles beneath his fingertips. Of course he knew what it all meant and what would come next, but still the sudden burst of hot liquid managed to catch him off-guard.]

A-ah! [Richard groaned as the warmth filled him, bucking his hips down while also clamming his trembling muscles around the spent cock inside.]

[He had always expressed such a moment - especially after a long time between - as simutaneously being struck by lightning and have fireworks in one's mind. With those he paid, it was fine but nothing quite like this where the bone deep exhaustion was chased away, and there was nothing beyond this person, this place and this moment. It was stupid to think that way, but in the moment, he indulged to the fullest.

He shuddered and groaned Richard's name against the younger man's neck as he felt those walls tighten around his cock as he released himself. His brain was entirely on autopilot, providing a vulnerability no one alive and certainly no one here had ever seen before as he breathed hard against Richard's sweaty neck. His hips provided little jumpy grinding thrusts as he rode the orgasm to its full tenure.

Yet, he shifted just enough get a hand between them to grasp Richard's cock and stroke the other through the experience as well. He lifted his face from Richard's neck so he could lean in to capture the younger man's mouth in an awkward kiss; he generally was not one to initiate so doing so was something he might have to remind himself how to do, especially outside of the heat of intimacy.

Let them both enjoy this as who knew what the morning might bring.]

You're beautiful... [He whispered such against Richard's lips, as if he were sharing a secret. Because the younger man was attractive to him.]

This happened after the pictures, sir.

I see. This is not unexpected.

You want me to keep an eye on the kids full time, Boss?

That is hardly necessary. You will enter a protective rotation with Levi. As for this lapse in judgment, she will inform me soon enough.

Understood.

[Sex had always more or less walked the fine line between pain and pleasure to Richard. Damnation and salvation, death and rebirth. Buckingham had always known how to pick him apart, melt the hard and cold exterior, cutting down the suffocating thorns. All so that what lied underneath the layers of self-doubt, hatred and resignation could be free. And while it was truly unfair to all parties to compare the two men to each other, but there was no denying that there was something similar. Both Buckingham and Silco were able to disarm him fully, make his body bend along theirs while dragging something deep and hidden out from within him.

Richard's body spasmed on all of it's own, seeking for the release that was dangling right in front of him. It knew what it wanted and was ready to reach for it without any shame. It is the moment like these when Richard felt like he was in the brink of the death, only to be reborn from the ashes of the husk left behind by the old him.

The feverish lips against his neck, repeating his name like a prayer and hand returning to stroke him while he still was being filled to the brink were almost too much for him. He peeked beneath wet bangs, sticking to his forehead, and he could swear he saw the room spin a bit. But the threatening trees with their threatening claws stayed away. No, this was wholly different kind of madness.

But it was lips returning against his own, demanding and controlling his attention that truly did him in. As the praise was whispered Richard could feel his throat tighten uncomfortably and stinging sensation burning his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly shut, bringing his injured hand to cover his face. And then with a stifled sound, one reminding a held back sob, he couldn't hold it together, spilling for the second time during the night.

It seems like tonight he was finishing with a whimper, not a bang.]

[In his experience, one way to lose future opportunities was being selfish between the sheets. That was a lesson taught early in life given his exposures to the often open sexual exploits of others. Perhaps for some that was an acceptable habit, but his opportunities were so few and far between these days that he was instinctively calculating how to increase his percentages for this occurring again when both himself and possibly Richard were in better states of mind. It was also a waste to work this hard and not have a bed partner finish regardless of how tired he was.

Besides, the way that Richard responded kept him focused, and as he pumped that cock in his hand, he didn't believe it would take long for a completion. His prediction on that front was true, though the way that Richard covered his face this time sent a brief ripple of concern before he heard that sound and warmth coating his hand again as the younger man came, making a mess of them both. Job well done then?

As he softened, he allowed his breath and heart rate to slow to something normal. The crushing weight of pain from his feet and exhaustion wrapped him up, and he thought he could collapse right there on top of Richard and sleep. The thought that rejection was on the horizon, and he'd be sleeping on the floor or worse. So, he pre-emptively eased his weight off of Richard and sat up on the bedding. He reached over with his clean hand to caress dark hair back from covering the younger man's eyes.]

I'll get us cleaned up, alright?

[It might give them a few seconds to compose themselves and consider the ramifications of what they had done. He thought it would give Richard opportunity to consider where to put him for the night as well. Though, he instantly regretted easing from bed to his feet and nearly fell over. He would not humiliate himself any more tonight if he could help it.

So, he tottered off, grabbing some linen - even if it was simply Richard's shirt - to bring back to the bed where he could gently clean the mess of their activities off of their bodies.]

[The sheer force of the orgasm crashing on him is enough to make Richard forget himself for a moment and lose the track of his own body. He allows his hand fall back on the mattress from his face, mismatched eyes blinking open, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing. His body runs with an autopilot on, catching the breath and pulse slowly returning back normal from the heights it had reached just a mere seconds ago.

However, his awareness is dragged back by a touch of fingers brushing through his damp hair. He hears the voice but it takes a moment before he can decipher the meaning of the words. Richard blinks twice or so in confusion, lips parting to let out a rather undignified "huh"-sound. Then he feels the mattress shift beneath of him as Silco pulls away and suddenly Richard's fully back, remembering where he is.

He prompts himself up with his elbows and watches the man struggle a bit. While he's far from being in any better condition, considering how sore his own limbs just felt, but there was something almost endearing to see the other one swaying lightly on his feet.]

The fire. [he suddenly remembers as Silco returns, unbothered by having his cloth being repurposed.] We need to add more wood to the fire.

[He returned to the bed, wiping off the moisture residue from their sex and then he could only provide a withering look at the mention of the fire. He turned his head to regard the hearth, and the distance seemed almost insurmountable with the pain cramping his calves at this point. It was barely two steps further than he had gone previously, but that was beyond the point now. However, Richard was right that it required more wood to last until morning.]

Of course we do. How many logs should be added? We don't... use fire like that where I'm from.

[He still made a point and tossing the repurposed shirt onto Richard as he slowly turned and had to hobble away from the bed towards the hearth. He hoped it didn't look as bad as it felt - it did - and he had to kneel to avoid collapsing as he stocked logs into the fiery stone maw. He wasn't cold any longer, but he didn't deny it was nice to feel such raging heat against his bare skin.]

[Unfortunately for Silco, it is exactly as painful to look at as it must be feeling. Enough to make Richard move on the bed. He tosses his shaky legs over the edge and stops to hesitate for a quick moment. It did feel weird for him to get up and go after Silco in his current state, without having any fabric to protect him, despite what they had just gone through together. Richard had dared Silco to look at him just a few moments ago, making the man accomplice in his secret. But now that boldness was gone and what was left was uncertainty and loathing for his own appearance.

However, his eyes do land on the blanket that he had offered the man earlier lying on the floor near the fireplace. Pushing past any fatigue or weariness, Richard quickly slid off the bed and made his way to pick up the said blanket, pull it over himself to cover his frame.]

Allow me. [He said, moving next to Silco and place one hand on top of his forearm.] You can't add too many nor too few. Otherwise the fire will not be able to hold its form. You'll have to know how to read the flames. [And with that he adds one more log amongs the red flames, setting it on the side rather than piling it on top of the rest of the wood.]

[If he noticed Richard's hesitation to rise from the bed in the nude, he didn't show it. Silco was, of course, confident in his own nudity, especially when it came to someone who had earned some of his trust. He turned his head when Richard did rise, too tired to fight the quizzical expression on his face when the blanket was picked up and draped over the body he had just laid with.

He shook his head, expecting it was something to do with old habits or something similar. He didn't take offense as Richard came to join him by the fire, and he instead took the opportunity to lean their shoulders together as he learned how to stock a hearth. It was different from the mines and smelting processes after all, but he was willing to learn.]

A skill I'm not proficient at. [He said it without shame.] For sleeping arrangements, would you prefer I remain on the floor, or would you be willing to share the bed? [His eye was already drooping now that the post-coital bliss had loosened his muscles.]

[ sleeping in the rafters for three days straight left her entire body stiff with aches, and her mind in a fuzz. she feels so disorientated and groggy, and whoever said that a good well-rested sleep will do wonders on the body, mind, and soul are nothing but filthy liars.

jinx feels way worse than when she was sticking it out, but how was she to know that lying in her hammock would knock her out cold like that? ugh, whatever, she thinks and begins to sluggishly unhook her cradle, but not without doing some minor stretches and dangling with the fabric absent-mindedly. ]

[There is a quick tension in his shoulders when Silco seeks contact with him again. But the moment passes in a blink of an eye and Richard finds himself relaxing against the man, a small smile forming on his lips as he tended to fire.]

It is an useful skill. One that may as well one day safe your life. [Even though Richard had learned by now not to expect there to be much similarities between their worlds, but it still baffled him to some decree to find out how... lacking some of the people here were with the basic knowledge. How to create a fire and nurture it was something that everyone ought to know, be they peasant or high born. Unless they were particularly sheltered. Even his own son, as meek and gentle he was, would eventually learn it, Richard's sure.

If Silco had been confused by Richard's earlier moments of fear and seeking out the pain, now it was Richard's turn to be taken aback by such a question. Did he really think he was going to send him away now? In a moment like this, after all that they just went though? Richard can feel his chest tightening, feeling a more heavy at the question presented him. Guess he wasn't the only one who feared rejection.

Richard slid his fingers along Silco's forearm, dragging them down until he could wrap them around the man's hand. He then, pulled it closer as he watched the man with soft eyes.]

Come.

Edited 2024-07-28 14:22 (UTC)

[Jinx had been home for three days and by the look of her, she had required the sleep that she was getting up there those three days. He had had to stare up to make certain she was still alive up there after the second day, and it wasn't as he was climbing into the rafters - even if he theoretically could - to check on her pulse.

When he noted that she was moving, Silco rose from his desk in the office and went to put on coffee. He expected she was going to need it now more than ever. He returned to his office, gathered a few pressing invoices and moved to sit closer under where the hammock was hung.]

Coffee will be ready in a few minutes. I'll bring you a cup when you finish stretching.

Perhaps. Forests are common in the sister city to mine, but not my city. We live underground.

[It was why Silco could see so well in the dark, and he could see the benefit of stocking a fire properly. Did he use fire in his own home? No. It was not something he gravitated to, but it was interesting to see that Richard used it as the main source of heating for this place. If they were see each other again in the cabin, he expected he was going to learn a lot about building fires like this. As Richard said, it might be useful if he was trapped out in the woods someday, which sounded rather awful in his books.

He noted the look on Richard's face to his seemingly innocent question, but he wasn't going to assume anything. Many people had sex and walked away from each other; sleeping next to someone was very intimate in his mind as it showed an ultimate vulnerability. Sleep was when everything could go wrong. Besides, sleeping in an actual bed was not something he did often, preferring to sleep sitting up in a chair to come awake faster and primed to defend himself.

His eyes dropped do the fingers stroking his bare forearm until their hands came together. He tightened his fingers in response and nodded his head. He used his free hand to set to the floor so he could get to his damaged feet, wavering a moment before he turned to Richard.]

A moment?

[His free hand reached out to shift the blanket that Richard had currently draped over himself so he could expose some of the younger man's body again. His mismatched eyes observed the exposed skin, and he nodded his head.]

Your body is your own, and you only have to hide it from me if you truly want to. [He took a step forward to bring their bodies close together.] I enjoyed your defiance as you revealed it to me. Defy, Richard.

[ she answers him in a typical teenager "why am i up" grumble fashion as she twists the surrounding fabric to her ankles. ]

What day is it?

[ jinx mutters, as she does a drastic drop and dangles upside-down above him. it's an odd way to stretch, but when she grabs the other set to tug and bend her back, the reason of it comes more together. his daughter grimaces soundlessly as she stays put in this position, it appears she is trying to pop or pull a tight muscle somewhere in her back. luckily for her, the knots on her back cracks and loosens themselves, and jinx sighs with ease. it'll be hard to do anything throughout the day if her back is tensed. ]

[This was not an unusual reaction when she did finally piece together more than a few hours of sleep at a time. He was not perturbed by her grumbling. Hence the coffee on the way.]

You've been asleep for three days. Unless, of course, you slept in the tree house and simply sleep-walked here, in which case, I expect it might have been longer.

[Jinx was, as far as he was aware, not a sleep-walker, but this place was full of surprises. He was so used to her unique way of stretching that it didn't even draw much of his gaze aside to make certain that she was not injured.]

I would suggest a bed or chair next time. Hammocks don't have a lot of back support.

[ three days? he can't see her expression yet, but she tugs her lips into a frown as she resumes to hold the position she's in just a few seconds longer. ]

It was supposed to be a thirty-minute nap.

[ maybe her body needed it after sprinting around before the excursion, then becoming infected, and then trying to rally up followers. it seems like that was too much for her body, in spite of having shimmer flowing in her blood. guess even with that, she still isn't entirely indestructible. jinx swings her frame up to hug her legs, holding, then maneuvering to climb up again. ]

Uuuughh, I hate missing days. It makes me have to think, and I don't like to think too hard.

It was a seventy-two hours nap then. You clearly needed the rest. I haven't seen you experiencing down time since awhile.

[Silco had kept his dealings to around the house as much as he could in order to keep an eye on her. He didn't need any little insects creeping into the house to disturb her rest, and besides, she had stayed relatively close when he recovered from his injuries and it was only fair to return the favour while she slept.

He made a soft hmm sound to acknowledge her, then set his paperwork aside so he could rise to his feet and head into the kitchen to get that cup of coffee for her.]

You do like to think; this place simply doesn't challenge you enough. Cream or sugar today?

Cream.

[ today calls for a cream in coffee day than sugar. sure, sugar would spark her up faster, but then that would mean she'll crash later too. and she's done enough crashing to last a lifetime, as far as she's considered. as her father fetches off to the kitchen for her cup, jinx continues to scale up to the top for any items she might need before she heads off for the day.

her phone rests on the board, blinking in a gentle glow to grab her attention. it seems she had some missed calls and voicemail waiting, which stumps her. three days wasn't too long of an absence, but she wonders who in the world wanted to reach out to her? her instincts fall on her sister, if anyone. with the device in hand, jinx wraps the surrounding cloth around her mid-section, and descends in an unique manner. gracefully, her bare feet touch the floorboards before throwing arms over her head in one final big stretch and yawn. ]

[Silco nodded his head in the kitchen despite the fact that he knew that she couldn't see the gesture. He was moving to the refrigerator to retrieve the cream so that he could add it to her coffee mug and stirred the contents with a spoon as she sorted herself out to come down to his level to finish out the rest of the day.

Tapping the spoon on the side of the mug, he set it in the sink to clean and then exited the kitchen in time for her final stretch. He offered her to mug and wrinkled his nose.] I'm recommend bathing if you intend to be in public today. Do you wish to have something to eat or wait?

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