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[Richard tilted his head slightly forward, leaning his cheek against the bony fingers as they moved carefully along his cheek. He knew that both of them were somewhat new to this kind of silent and casual gestures of affection. After all, they were both very private people and these things did not come all that naturally for them. But that only added to his appreciation even more, making him want to melt against the other man.]

Mind stays sharp in well-trained body, Silco. You might be surprised to find out just what heights you could reach if you took better care of yourself. [Be it in bedroom or in business.] Well now. Is it fear that I am sensing in you? In my world everyone knows how to ride them. The moment you are freed from the carriages and allowed to ride alongside your peers is a sign of adulthood.

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[It was still a private area thankfully. Even where Richard lived, it was secluded enough that he didn't mind coming and going with minor changes to his path each time to lose anyone that might follow him. So here out in the forest where there were plenty of insects and small critters they were, and he was bold enough to estimate that they remained very much alone. He turned his hand over to cup Richard's cheek.]

Is that so? Imagine how unstoppable I would be in that case. And I take care of myself just fine. One full meal a day, plenty of whiskey, cigars and sleeping with you. [He stepped in, using his taller stature to hide Richard in his body window.] I've never ridden a horse before, not willingly. I wouldn't know how, and I do prefer my feet on solid ground. Is this an activity you're going to insist I partake in with you?

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[The level of privacy had indeed been one of the decisive factors when choosig for the location of his housing. So he had chosen a place that was just on the edge of the city borders, right next to forest. It was no doubt more agreeable place for Whitey, for sure, and it provided Richard with familiar scenery. And yet. He was deeply dissatisfied with it, in ways that he had not yet been able to disclose to Silco. And probably never will.

But at least for now, they could enjoy from the protection that it provided.]

So sex remains as your only physical activity? My, I am flattered [He scoffs another laughter and tipped his head up a notch, completely unbothered by the taller man towering over him. If anything, it made him appear more cocky.] Of course not. I would not dream of forcing you into it, in case you found it too offending. After all, horses can tell when one is afraid.

[He is not going to force you into it. But still will see it happen eventually...]

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[It seemed to him that Richard was generally dissatisfied with life in this place over all. Time and ambition would solve some those emotions, he expected. If Richard wanted to up and move somewhere else, it would require funding. They would see how far the younger man would go to improve life for himself over the next weeks and months. The current situation did afford them an easy method of sneaking around to be with each other, which in and of itself was a thrill.

He huffed at the question, raising his eyebrow in feigned annoyance.] Hardly. I walk everywhere rather than use transport. Though the sex does get my heart racing far more than a brisk jaunt through the streets. [He wasn't that unhealthy. He simply didn't put fitness at the top of the list of his priorities.] And what if, deep-deep down, I wanted you to force me now and again? A lack of experience isn't necessarily fear. We do not have those types of beasts in my city.

[Silco operated almost completely freely, and the lack of challenge would make him rusty. He knew Richard could push him, and the younger man might just be the only one he would encourage now and again.]

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[Discontent was more or less a stale state for Richard. He had always felt out of of place, even in his own world. There simply was no place for him to belong. "That's why you'll make your own paradise." The low, dark voice whispers to his ear. Lighting the spark in him.]

Well, in that case. [Richard lips curl into a smirk, fingers reaching up to curl around the necktie and pull Silco closer.]

If there's something you really want all you need to do is ask.

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[The corner of his lips tugged in a faint smirk. He leaned down a little with the pull of his tie, letting their lips ghost against each other.]

Why would I ask when I think I'd prefer you in the mood to take?

[His fingers settled on Richard's hips.]

So, how important is it to you to watch me fall off a horse?

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[Richard straightened his posture, stretching himself up to meet those teasing lips. But instead of a kiss he sighs quietly, blowing hot air against them.]

And here I thought you valued the concept of consent. [See, Silco? He is learning! Kinda. He tightens his grip on the tie, keeping the other man in place as he leans his body against Silco's.]

Have a little trust in me. I won't let you fall.

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[He shivered at the warm air across his lips, tempted to lean in for a kiss but this little teasing they had going on was far more inviting. So he went with it, keeping their lips so close together and his fingers massaging the swell of Richard's hips.]

I definitely do, and I also have already given you consent to do just that. [That wasn't entirely how consent worked, but it was a good first step.]

As in you'll catch me, or we'll be on the same horse together to prevent my inevitable fall?

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[The shiver doesn't go unnoticed. Satisfied with the reaction, Richard tips his chin up a little more so that he could mouth Silco's upper lip. Then, he tilted his head to the side to brush his closed lips against the scared skin, moving up to whisper into his ear.]

Then. Do not regret this choice you made. [Horse riding lessons were on the schedule, it seems. Maybe he could even push Silco to pick up a sword.

But seeing now that they had reached a some kind of agreement on the matter, Richard loosened his hold on the cravat, allowing the silky fabric slide between his fingers as he pulled away just a hair.]

While my horse could indeed bear our combined weight, no that's not it. You won't fall because I trust you to have enough balance and smarts not to act like a fool once you've climbed up. Blackie is well trained steed, he won't throw you off unless you give him reason to.

[Yeah, Blackie. You never guess the color of the horse]

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[Well, well, it seemed they had gone from Richard being on the verge of stabbing him to now being a complete tease to him. That's what it was to be calm, and it only reinforced his own behavior on having continual control.]

Depends if this choice I made involves me breaking my neck in the very near future.

[He released his grip on the younger man in return, stepping aside before he tugged them to walk down larger game trail to head back to Richard's house. Look at this trust in his skills?]

Your horse is named Blackie? I assume the steed is black in colouration. I think you need to work on your name game, Richard.

[Says the man who named his daughter Jinx.]

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[Despite the total u-turn in the mood between them, there was still a ghost of hesitation in him when Silco stepped away. But he pushed through it in a less than heartbeat and continued to follow the other's lead.]

Why? I think it's a good name. [Yeah. Creativity was hardly his strongest suit.

And the closer they got to the city, the more silent did Richard go. He quickly glanced down at their joined hands, feeling that prior hesitation to raise its ugly head again. Suddenly, he remembers what Jinx had been accusing him of earlier. About wanting to steal Silco all to himself. At first he had scoffed at the thought, not paying much heed to the ridiculous accusations. The girl was insane, after all. But right now.. he could tell that there was some truth to her words.

Jinx must need her father now more than before. And yet...]

Silco. Do not let me sleep alone tonight.

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Is it? Well, it's your beast so you can name it whatever you want.

[He wouldn't know or care what it was to name a pet or animal companion. He'd never had one in his childhood or his adult life; they had been around a little with some of his associates but never been interested personally. Still, he was under the assumption that naming was a point of pride for most. A while boar named Whitey and a black horse named Blackie... a little on the nose.

He sensed Richard's silence, and while he made no move to disrupt it with senseless noise about this or that like his daughter might, he tightened his grip on Richard's hand as they came closer to town. How far had the younger man been when that mother of his had let go and walked away? There would be no repeat today as he kept a steady even pace and held on.

Calm, assured, confident.

Yet, he paused at the request, turning to regard his lover.] I won't. You have my word.

🎀❤️?

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[It was like a huge boulder had been lifted off his chest by the mere strength of those words. Suddenly, Richard felt himself lighter and it to be easier to breathe. The previous violence, anger and sadness still lingered in the back of his mind, despite Silco mending his rage. Richard knew that if he were left alone for the night it wouldn't be golden sleep that'd come to him. No, it would be a hoard of demons and their curses as they'd try to sneak in through the open cracks of his mind.

Richard did not want to dream any more.

This time it was him who broke the contact by pulling his hand back. But only so that he could break the small gap between them and wrap his arms around Silco's waist as he buried his face into the fabric of the man's shirt. Wordlessly, seeking protection and safety.

"Our pact is not sex alone." Buckingham had spoken such words for him a few days before his arrival to this world. Richard hadn't had a chance to ask what he had meant by them back then. Guess he never gets to know, either, seeing how determined this world was to keep the two halves separate.

But curiously enough, his chest wasn't filled with sadness and pain when he thought back to the sore wound left by the absence of his lover. No, instead for once he felt reassurance and comfort that things will be alright, in this embrace between him and Silco.]

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[He waited there on that game trail heading back to town for Richard to decide what to do with his assurance. He would, of course, check in with Jinx and assure himself that she was alright as well. There may be competing priorities on his time, but that was typical and nothing that he particularly stressed about, least of all here in Aldrip. The meandering lifestyle provided him more than enough.

When the younger man released his hand, he didn't make a play to fight for it. Instead, he watched Richard take the two small steps necessary to come in close and blinked when arms found their way around his waist and a head buried on his shoulder. For a moment, he did nothing but savour the sensation, the feel of another desiring something he could provide.

"You're in love!"

He sighed from his nose as if dismissing the ghost of accusation from his daughter. No, that couldn't be true. His arms moved to curl around Richard's waist in return, holding the younger man close for as long as Richard wanted to risk such an embrace. He tipped his head so he scarred cheek rested against the side of the younger man's head and basked in the near miss of the last hour.

Richard was an expected delight, one that had slipped passed his guard similarly to how Jinx had. So he had two important people in this place. No big deal. It was nice to feel, just for a few moments, to be someone else's priority. A rare thing that.]

i don't know how i missed this... sorry

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Not true. Your revolution is not my revolution.

[He was striving for a bit of independence and making certain she knew that he valued her work enough to pay for it. Think of it like an allowance? She was right that she had relatively free access to his money, and at this point there was so much of it that he didn't care if she abused it a bit with her revolutionary activities.

He still kept track, but that was because that was who he was as a person.]

you're good! you know im pre-hiatusing anyway so tags come when they come.

[opheliac]

Okay, yeah, but you're still a little behind the curtains. Not a playing a big role, but you've got a part.

[that part being the financial part of things, since she owes... only her café and nothing else beyond that. should she invest in more things besides that? hard to say when she is just winging things as per usual.]

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Financial support, yes. Moral support as well.

[He did want this revolution to be her and not him. He had formed and carried out his own revolution with actual success after a few false starts and multiple bumps in the road. He expected it was time for the younger generation, and yet he would provide what support was needed.

Besides, providing support meant he had a bit of control if he wanted to.]

oh right nsfw warning goes here. don't look kids!

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[The mattress shifts and dips underneath them as Silco places his weight on it and moves further in. Richard keeps sliding his hands along his lover's neck to his bare shoulders - appreciating his form. His fingers move along the sharp collarbones and then settling against his chest. The mismatched eyes are wide in wonder as he listens to Silco's words, craning his neck up to meet lips with his own.

The redness on his cheekbones darkens, the crimson framing his eyes and reaching all the way up to his ears. All of the sudden his throat feels so dry, his body growing hot as the suggestion goes right into his gut -- stirring his arousal. And maybe something else, too.

Richard was a man, that is true. But then again, it's also true that he isn't one. He's so used to refer to himself and address his body as one of a demon. It is also what Buckingham had called him. So, for Silco so effortlessly to side-step all the so-called abnormalities and see Richard as he wants to be seen? Yeah that leaves him speechless for a moment.]

Aye, you may. [Swallowing air, he lowers himself on the bed properly and rests his head against the mattress. ]

I have promised to surrender my body to you, have I not? You may do as you like.

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[The corner of his lip tugged in amusement as Richard became flushed, the red dusting across pale skin standing out so readily. His fingers moved to stroke along one of those high cheek bones where warmth and redness was most persistent. Yet, he nodded at the words, enjoying hearing Richard say it; they were beyond asking for permission these days, confident in the small signs of consent.]

This is new. I require knowing you're comfortable with it.

[He tipped his face so he could kiss Richard's neck, working his way down that slim column slowly as he took his time to work up the anticipation. If his lover had not experienced this before, half of the fun was the fantasy of what it would be like, or so he recalled when he was much younger. Besides, he enjoyed making Richard squirm and cling to him.

So he kissed his way across one of Richard's collar bones, slowly shifting to move himself down as his lips kissed downwards. He paused at one of Richard's breasts, cupping the side to form it up so he could kiss and suck at the nipple, applying a small amount of teeth to perk the nub of flesh as his thumb stroked where his mouth was not currently engaged.

He spent a few full minutes lavishing attention on one breast before moving to the neglected one to repeat similarly, though the one hand remained behind to massage what he had left behind. He repeated similarly, watching Richard's reactions before he was once again moving south.]

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[When Silco begins Richard finds all of the sudden very unsure of what to do with himself. His arms lies awkwardly by his sides against the mattress, fingers twitching nervously.. Should.. Should he touch Silco in return? And if so, how?

Richard swallows air again when he feels his lovers lips brush against the tender skin on his neck, his throat bobbing underneath the slight pressure. And as he man moved lover, kisses reaching his collar bone, he could hear his heart beat growing louder. The blood rushes to his ears, deafening him to the rest of the world as the organ drums within his chest.]

Ah--! [There's a surprised gasp from him when he feels Silco's lips on his breast. At first he hadn't even noticed that his lover had reached his chest -- but he definitely was aware of it now. His nipples harden almost immediately when they receive attention. The quick nick of teeth feels makes his body jolt and squirm underneath the man, drawing out another gasp from him. It's a familiar shock of electricity, one that travels straight to his groin. His arousal only becomes more apparent with the blood pooling down around his waking erection.

It was such a weird paradox. As much as Richard hated his irregular body, especially the feminine traits of it, Richard could not deny that he found this kind of attention and stimulation pleasurable. The kisses, sucking and biting fanned the flames within him, urging Richard to desire more. He even dared to lift his head and take a peek at his lover, flushed eyes looking straight at his lover latched on his breast.

The sight is somehow very obscene, deepening the red on his face and making him bring his legs closer together.]

Ha---, I. [Richard parts his lips, trying to say something but only being able to let out a confused sound. Clumsily, he raises his injured arm, allows it to hover awkwardly in midair for a brief second. Then, hesitantly he brings his hand to rest on Silco's shoulder.]

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[His mismatched gaze flicked between watching what he was doing and watching Richard's flushed face and the twitches and shifts of the body north of his current position. Of course, it was impossible to ignore the signs of arousal below his current position either, the stir making itself known against his stomach and then chest as he had moved lower.

He made certain that their gazes met, corner of his lip tugging into a self-satisfied smirk at the look on Richard's face. There were certain actions that seemed perfectly normal to him given his upbringing that absolutely blew Richard's mind sometimes, and it seemed this might be one of them. Perhaps he had neglected worshiping his lover's body in their usual haste to get undressed and have sex.

He slowly moved his mouth to the area of skin between Richard's breasts, shimming his body down as he began his descent south again. One hand remained firmly attached to his lover's breast, massaging and rubbing his thumb back and forth over that pert nipple as his mouth kissed a line across pectoral muscles and further south where he could nip and suck a mark into the swell of one hip.

Of course, he had to pause to speak.] This is easier if you spread your legs around me. [Honestly, he more wanted to be viewed nestled between Richard's legs than be laying on them. It would be quite the sight, though at the rate this was going, he doubted Richard would last long once his mouth actually made contact with the younger man's cock.]

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i have obtained the inn.

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Congratulations appear to be in order. You are now a businessman. Will you be keeping your previous abode or moving into the inn to be closer to your patrons?

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[businessman.. somehow that still just doesn't sit well with him.]

i suppose i should look for a second lodgings near the establishment. the business seems to know how to run itself pretty well but i will be keeping a close eye on it for a while.

[aka!! he is going to be busy.]

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Considering you'll be making profits, it second home closer to the inn is warranted. I'm pleased you've decided to take this venture on as your own.

[Now he can wander by and come visit whenever he likes to check in on things.]