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Even when your lover steals your heart away?

[this time, she doesn't lift her head when she asks — it's better to keep her head tucked away and still in order to question such a bold thing. or at least, she feels what she said was a daring statement.]

[Look, what Silco might call an overreaction is fully warranted and makes sense in Richard's mind!

If he had thought that the grip of a hand on his flesh, tongue and mouth on his chest and fingers penetrating him had felt hot, then the lips wrapping around his erection and sinking down further was nothing short of the inferno itself. It was, perhaps, the first time when Richard even considered telling his lover to stop -- just so that he could get used to the sensation. But he was far too mesmerized by the man between his legs, swallowing him down inch by inch, that for a moment he completely forgot himself. Honestly, if there were any lingering doubts about whether Richard had experienced this before should be finally eradicated by now.

Because yes, even though he stood as a man in his own society and in the eyes of his Kingmaker, the truth was that his previous experiences with the intimacy had more or less focused only one aspect of it. "Has the woman part ever been loved before?" Buckingham had asked him all those months ago, when he had taken Richard for the first time, prying his tied body open and breaching it with that overwhelming, shattering force. And even after that the encounters had more or less followed the certain steps with some alterations. And somehow he doubted that Buckingham would ever be too interested serving Richard quite like this.

But guess that was yet one of the defining differences between his two lover, one saw him as a man. The other saw him as a demon.

As Silco's sped up and set up a steady pace, moving down before pulling back up, Richard could feel the sparks flying in his body, small electric shocks making his thighs tremble and spasm around his lover's head. His fingers curls tighter around the sheets, pulling on the cloth around him as he grew only harder and wetter, making a mess on the just made bed. The pleasure kept growing and pushing him. However, unlike before, it was not gradually building up like a wave, but threatening to burst out of him like an uncontrollable lightning.]

H-ha--! Sil.. Ah, [Richard tries to find his words again, something to alert the other one that he would not be able to last if this kept up. But the only thing sounds leaving him are confused sounds and broken syllables between his frantic breaths as his chest kept raising up and down.]

Jinx... you will always be my priority regardless of who I associate with.

[Had he not proven his loyalty to her over and over? He supposed there was... an issue that lingered between them that he had not broached. Even now, he expected whatever this was with Richard would implode on any given day.

He lifted a hand to touch the back of her head where it rested against his chest.]

[she exhales out a defeated sigh, but not making an effort to leave his lap and how close she is to him (at least not yet. she's not ready).]

I know, I know. It's just... — I know you've been with this person for months now. And I guess... I'm still expecting it to not be... permanent. I'm more used to you having one night with some floozy, not... this.

It's still weird a-and I am... trying. It's not so easy to accept. I guess.

[His fingertips lightly caressed her head, and he understood her anxiety. It was... a big change for the both of them because she was right in that he didn't allow himself deep connection. He preferred his anger, his bitterness, and his ambition to ignore such potential relationships.

He dropped his arm to curl around her shoulders to pull her against his chest a little more.]

Perhaps it won't be permanent. Time will tell; I'm not... well, you know. Whatever this is doesn't happen to be my strength.

[He patted her shoulder lightly.]

You are my priority. You are my daughter, my only child. Nothing and no one will change that.

And nothing's ever gonna change that you're my dad.

[she cuddles more into him as he pulls her near, but then peers up at him again as she carefully raises a hand to rest on his scarred cheek.]

Vi and everyone else can say whatever they want. About all the wrong stuff that you've done, maybe it's all true. Maybe it's not. — But you took care of me, you've always taken care of me.

That's what's important to me...

Indeed. We made that choice to be a family that day.

[He closed his blue eye and leaned his face subtly to her hand, though his sensation on that side of his face was muted in many places. He appreciated the contact; she was the first person he allowed that close routinely in a very long time.]

I don't concern myself with the opinions of others. I do what I have regardless of whoever stands in my way to achieving that goal.

[Everyone else betrays them. It was only them.]

[she hums sweetly while her padded fingertips trace along his scars. when she reaches near the end of them, she tugs her hand away then flings her attention to their table — the plate of food, and both of their beverages long forgotten until now. cream of her drink melted and mixed with the cookie smoothie, and his coffee, probably cooled.]

Heh, do you ever run out of goals?

[just a light jab of how her father always have something cooked up despite having one task meeting its demands.]

[Silco found it a strange sort of complexity with Richard at time. His lover struck close to the narrative of being a man as per his father's decry, and he had no reason to consider Richard anything but. The younger man also spent considerable time calling himself a demon, one that tempted men to their own sinful peril. Yet, it seemed to him over the course of their intimate association, it seemed to him that Richard had been treated more like a woman. Even some of the comments had been very aimed towards a lack of choice of a woman when he had insisted on consent.

Perhaps it was why he was endeavoring to make Richard feel like a man. If that's what his lover wished to be viewed as, that's how it would be in many things they did together. And Richard was putting on quite the show for him as well. The younger man was gripping the sheets like they might ground Richard through the pleasure, and if anything, he only found that encouraging more to speed up the rise and fall of his mouth in a rolling motion.

He could taste Richard's uniqueness in his mouth and on his lips, tongue tip gathering pre-cum with his rise and then sliding his tongue down to the base with each drop. The arm curled around Richard's thigh relented so he could slide his hand up his lover's abs until he was once again cupping and massaging one of Richard's breast. He could feel the way that his lover chest moved with harsh breathing, and he took that as a sign of doing a relatively good job - not hard when one was receiving their first experience with oral sex.]

[He had all but forgotten about food since she had settled into his lap, and that was all too typical of him. He would, of course, finish his coffee since she had gone out of her way to make it for him and show off her skills for the upcoming cafe.]

No, why would I? Everything I do is for your future.

What else is there to do with this place?

[she turns to look at him again, then settles her head back on his chest before reaching over to grab a braid to fiddle her ends with.]

You owe almost everything, and there's barely any trouble around here.

No, not everything. Not even close to 'almost', but with enough time, effort and resources, I expect we can change that for our own benefit.

[It was about control, after all. He tipped his chin towards his chest after a moment to watch her play with her hair.]

We don't have control of the system itself, nor fully understand how it works the way that it does.

I don't... think it's something we can control, Silco. The AI is almost like the gemstone. The crystal's been its own thing lately, and I can't really make it behave the way I want it to.

[maybe if she sat down and really think hard enough, she can come up with something to get a hold of the system. but they've already tried blowing up the place, and it's not leaving any marks like when ragna did it the first time.]

So I've been putting it in time out for the last few months.

There are avenues that we haven't tried, and until our exploration of this place and its mechanizations are explored, we cannot lose sight of what control could mean. This is a simulation, so control may come simply by understanding what it is trying to achieve.

[Silco was always forward looking, had been since he had been old enough to understand being seen as lesser, denied even the basics of survival, and since the first idea of Zaun had come to fruition all those years ago. This wasn't Zaun, but it was the next best thing, so he would never stop seeking control of this system which would be his state of permanence for as long as it lasted.

He lightly tugged at the base of one of Jinx's braids.]

And this place hasn't been putting you in time out for some months as well.

[Break the chains. Silco has spent a lifetime fighting against his oppressors, the seed of rebellion propagating early and growing strong. Then he had nearly lost his life, faced the choice of a lifetime thanks to Vander, and he had chosen to burn it all down so that he could grow stronger anew. There were very few that forward faced as he did, and he knew only certain types of people could keep up with him once he actually set down roots and began to spread.

What attracted him to Richard was that the younger man could be inspired to great violence. There was a path they could walk together which was different yet still in the same direction. They were perfectly ordinary people, and yet who could actually stand in the way of their wills?

The thought alone when combined with the sting of the small laceration on his neck rose the heat and focus he had for the younger man. He hadn't felt inspired since... no, there was no room for such thoughts here and now. He leaned into their kiss harder instead, fingers pinching a nipple with a light twist for a hint of pain.

As their mouths parted and Richard rose, he dropped his forehead to rest against the younger man's shoulder, and he breathed warm air across the injury that continued to weep blood. The hand creating friction between Richard's legs moved to accommodate and the new freedom, stroking his lover through the fabric of his clothing.]

...you're going to make a mess. [Said like a promise.]

[what the fuck. why are you so fucking petty... and why would he go through all this trouble.

there's no more notes, but. he might find a smashed ruby one day.

because she's Mature]

[she leaves his first little ramble to hang in the atmosphere, not having too much to say on the manner. jinx wants their new home to be better, and compared to where she's from, it's definitely a million times better. it has its hiccups, sure, but the people in it are decent enough. although, she has yet to see how anyone can control something that doesn't have a physical being.]

Heh, yeah. What gives, huh? Maaaaaybe it's busy with bigger fish.

[with her father tugging airily at her braids, she squeaks out a sound — but not out of discomfort or shock. just because she simply can.]

[This was the last home that they would likely have, so it was best to make the most of it as far as he was concerned. It was unclear if people aged normally and if aging would result in end of life. There were diseases and ailments that people came with, but without death being permanent, it was difficult to conjecture what the long-term future would hold. He wanted to know.

He shrugged his shoulders, stroking his hand down some of her braid after her obvious theatrics.]

Maybe they are back to spreading out the punishments. Jerry clearly has retired.

[That was a change that he didn't care for one way or another.]

Well, I've been on my best behavior.

[in fact, she can't necessarily remember a time she hurt someone just to get her point across, or out of sheer wrath. she spits out threats, sure, her mouth tends to run for the hills before her brain can halt her tongue, but when was the very last time she shot at someone that wasn't self-defense?

jinx peers at her father and briefly taps his nose with her index.]

And whaaaaat about Mister Dangerous over here? — Remember, no candy if you've been rotten.

I know, but you should only be on your best behavior because you want to.

[Things had been going somewhat calm if one ignored the whole world ending and reset business and the monsters and the artificial intelligence. Of course, Jerry had been missing for some months now. Jinx had been making more friends and allies, staring a business. Things had been going well for her all things considered.

He glanced at her for the tap to the nose, giving her braid another light tug in response.]

I don't like candy, so I should survive. Though perhaps I need to be rotten so you can be good.

[Before Richard can stop himself there is a sharp gasp escaping from him at the harsh and biting pinch on his nipple. The quick flare of almost teasing pain only heightens the adrenaline fueled arousal in Richard's body, making him whine in need into their shared kiss. And needlessly to say, the excitement and hunger for more only increased along with the sped up friction between his legs. The hot puffs of air making him more aware of the sting on his chest, as the sweat and blood mixed together against the grinning cut on his body.

And well, Silco was right, of course. He was already making a mess of himself as he could tell the wetness growing along with the hardness of his erections. And as how things were going it would not be difficult task at all to make Richard reach the climax here and now before he could even remove the last piece of his clothing. And, yes, there was some allure to the thought -- but Richard had more than enough self-respect not to let himself come undone within his trousers like some fumbling youth at the face of his first sexual encounter.]

We'll see about that. [Richard counters, voice thick of desire. Normally, he is very content with allowing his lover to take the reigns and guide him through each experience, while providing some vague direction himself. But this time was different --who knows, maybe it is the energy from their previous argument and clash of wills that is still fueling him -- and he did not want to stay passive while and just follow along.

He brings his own hands down on Silco's front and begins to open his vest. But after that's done he is really running out of patience. With violent tugs he undoes the yellow cravat and begins to tear older man's shirt open with force -- if there's button or two flying around, he does not care.]

Hands off, Silco. [He says, summoning the sternness to his voice, trying to mask away his own desperation as he brings his own palm down to cup against his lover's groin -- feeling the other man through the fabric.]

[even with the light tug of her braid, jinx forces out a weak chuckle at his statement, a strain smile to keep up the humor, but it's faltering.]

Heh, hey, that's not funny. Don't go do something stupid over me.

[his daughter shakes her head gently, then lets it drop heavy against his chest again. she should really hop off his lap soon, yet she wants to stay like this with him. ... which leads to a question, but she'll pop it a little later.]

Just... keep living how you've been. And I'll stay good.

Hmpt, I leave the stupid to your sister.

[However, if push came to shove, Silco had been considering what he would do - what he was willing to do - to allow his daughter whatever she wanted. He had built this new empire for her, to give her anything and everything she might want, not particularly considering that his goals might not align with what she actually wanted. There would come a time when he wouldn't be here anymore, and he still had so much knowledge, advice and support to pass on until that time.

His hand rose and cupped the back of her head again. It wasn't often that they remained like this for so long. Normally Jinx was too energetic to want to remain this close for this long unless she was extremely sleepy, which this case was not.]

Indeed. This city will be yours in the next year or two. [Spoken like a promise.]

[By this point, he had learned much of what Richard liked and didn't particularly care for when it came to intimacy. Of course, this might be the first time they engaged one another like this after an actual conflict because it was so infrequent that they hit this level of disagreement previously. He had come to understand that Richard often just left him on read and ignored him rather than engaging or talking him down, which was not an unusual tactic. This time their emotions had built inside the argument and not shifted over to whatever this happened to be. Unexpected but not unwelcomed.

He knew that once Richard was aroused, the younger man was hard pressed to stop until the finish line. He knew how to take advantage of that, watch the flush appear on his lover's face, the way that he moved against his hand, the shift of that lithe body and the demands of those lips. It did amuse him to think that the new owner of the inn was going to christen such ownership by climaxing in his own pants in a side room of the establishment.

The corner of his lips pulled in a smirk at the counter, not bothering to reply as he continued to stroke Richard as his lover attacked his vest. There were plenty of clasps, of course, which was classic Zaun fashion. He made an unhappy noise when his shirt was forced open, spying at least two buttons fly off across the room, but honestly, he felt a new flare of heat in his guts at the roughness. It was a good thing he owned the tailor.

He raised his eyebrow at the demand, and his hand stalled for a moment as he considered if he would obey. Slowly he did withdraw his hand as a shuddering sigh escaped him when Richard's hand dropped to cup his very obvious erection still in his own trousers. He leaned forward instead, kissing and biting at the edges of the wound. No hands, only mouth.]

You are the boss in your own house....

[It's true that Richard was one to easily withdraw than engage. It was a habit that was forced on him by the society around him. Silence was his way to protect himself from the world that would reject him if he were to speak out. He had schooled himself not to wish anything nor to expect anything. A silent and agonizing death in form of repression. But then, Buckingham had broke him free from that, dragged out his darkest and most twisted desires - urged him to celebrate his true self as he reached out to take what he wanted.

And Silco had been doing the same. Pushing him forward and building up his appetite until presenting the meal. Light or no light, he could have power here. He could have bring devil's paradise into reality. The thought of it had breathed life into that flame in his soul, making him to embrace the fight again. He would not be silent.

The edges of the teeth scraping around the bleeding laceration sends a sharp jolt of electricity along his spine right into between his legs. His nipples hardens even more and he swears that his breast just grew a tad bit more heavier. Richard can tell that he is soaking wet and he wants nothing quite as much as to feel more of that friction and reach his climax.

But he decided to ignore those desires in favor of another voice. One that urged him to claim control and watch the man under him squirm. The fingers make a quick, hasty work to free Silco's erection out of the confides of his trousers. He wanted Silco inside him, he wanted to please him with his mouth and watch him come undone. He wanted to make him bleed even more.]

I am. [Richard whispers, voice full of arousal as his hand moved to stroke firmly the hard cock between their bodies.] I'm going to hurt you. And you will like it.

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