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conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
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[He wanted Richard out of his shell, and he had worked towards that because of all the self-hatred repression from that backwater society. Of course, he came from a place where self-hatred was common place, but people were far more willing to weaponize it and make the people and society around them pay for such misgivings. It was only fair after being held beneath the water, deprived and enslaved for years or even lifetimes. Richard deserved to be free or at least pretend that those thorns couldn't hold him forever.
It was dangerous and beautiful, like peeling back the layers to allow the real Richard to breathe. There would be violence, but if they could aim it, direct it to carve out the kind of spaces where his lover could thrive... well, he would look forward to seeing it.
Yet, true to his word currently, he kept his hands to himself no matter how much he desired sliding his fingers over that skin. His mouth moved down the line of that cut, tasting blood, scraping the edges with his teeth as he felt Richard's hands opening his trousers, and he made a soft noise as he felt that calloused hand grasp his erection. His hips flexed automatically towards that grip.
He lifted his mouth away, nudging the hollow of Richard's throat with his nose and then tipped his head so he could observe his lover with his blue eye. His breath was coming faster, deeper, far more excited as his hips rolled under Richard, following the rise and fall of that hand on his erection.]
Will I? Will you cut me, bite me, scratch me, batter and bruise me? [Each word was a soft hiss between his teeth, an invitation and a quest for what Richard was planning.]
It was dangerous and beautiful, like peeling back the layers to allow the real Richard to breathe. There would be violence, but if they could aim it, direct it to carve out the kind of spaces where his lover could thrive... well, he would look forward to seeing it.
Yet, true to his word currently, he kept his hands to himself no matter how much he desired sliding his fingers over that skin. His mouth moved down the line of that cut, tasting blood, scraping the edges with his teeth as he felt Richard's hands opening his trousers, and he made a soft noise as he felt that calloused hand grasp his erection. His hips flexed automatically towards that grip.
He lifted his mouth away, nudging the hollow of Richard's throat with his nose and then tipped his head so he could observe his lover with his blue eye. His breath was coming faster, deeper, far more excited as his hips rolled under Richard, following the rise and fall of that hand on his erection.]
Will I? Will you cut me, bite me, scratch me, batter and bruise me? [Each word was a soft hiss between his teeth, an invitation and a quest for what Richard was planning.]
[Honestly, it is very much thanks to Silco that Richard had made all these leaps and strides with growing more active and bolder with his actions and thoughts. The older man had been providing him with almost constant support, both physical and emotional, slowly building up his confidence and hunger for power. It was because of that labor that they were here now. In this side room with Richard perched on Silco's lap and stroking his cock, spending a leftover aggression.
Of course, feeding Richard's ambitions and thirst for power came with dangers. He had warned the older man about the blade cutting both ways if he tried to get too close. There was always an underlying chance for their dark desires to collide and crash. After all, Richard was still quite sure that two like-minded monsters could not coexist together for long without the inevitable conflict.
But none of that was in his mind right now. He was fully focused on the breathing of his lover. The eccentric puffs of hot air accompanied with the steady roll of hips bucking into his fist all fed to his own excitement, bringing him into newer heights as he got drunk on the moment. His technique was clumsy and lacking, for sure, considering that he had only so much experience with taking this role. But he hoped to make up for it with his demanding and controlling presence]
I'll mark you and make you bleed. [The words leaves from his lips as soft purr, hands speeding up their motion. Licking his lips, he drops his head down so that he could whisper next words to Silco's ear, curling his back into a ball] So that the next time you'll do even as much as think of the collar left by your previous jailers, you'll instead be reminded of me.
Of course, feeding Richard's ambitions and thirst for power came with dangers. He had warned the older man about the blade cutting both ways if he tried to get too close. There was always an underlying chance for their dark desires to collide and crash. After all, Richard was still quite sure that two like-minded monsters could not coexist together for long without the inevitable conflict.
But none of that was in his mind right now. He was fully focused on the breathing of his lover. The eccentric puffs of hot air accompanied with the steady roll of hips bucking into his fist all fed to his own excitement, bringing him into newer heights as he got drunk on the moment. His technique was clumsy and lacking, for sure, considering that he had only so much experience with taking this role. But he hoped to make up for it with his demanding and controlling presence]
I'll mark you and make you bleed. [The words leaves from his lips as soft purr, hands speeding up their motion. Licking his lips, he drops his head down so that he could whisper next words to Silco's ear, curling his back into a ball] So that the next time you'll do even as much as think of the collar left by your previous jailers, you'll instead be reminded of me.
[Silco knew how to stifle his noises from being too loud, having done so a long time ago when the risk of discovery was much the same. He had never been someone who enjoyed being observed, nor he had liked large crowds of people unless he was stirring them up for action. He preferred to observe and pick out the pressure points, but he also knew how to be quiet to dissuade people into investigating him. So as far as he was concerned, they were safe right where they were.
After all, there was something thrilling about watching Richard come alive like this, taking control and manhandling him a little. His hips fell into a rhythm with each stroke of his lover's hand, though he did shift his legs further apart and dug his heels into the floor so he could find better leverage as he stifled a few soft moans.
He shivered at the threat and promise of injury, raising his eyebrow. It still elicited a shiver of pleasure from him.] That's some possessive behaviour, Richard. I might start to get the impression you want me all to yourself if you do such a thing to me. [Of course, Richard had no idea about his previous jailers, the people that held him back whom he had fought against for a lifetime.] You'll try to taint those old memories, hmm? How bold.
[His mouth kissed then nipped the side of Richard's jaw, not enough to mark but a warning that he might reply in kind. While he wasn't generally possessive, he did enjoy having things he liked close to him.]
After all, there was something thrilling about watching Richard come alive like this, taking control and manhandling him a little. His hips fell into a rhythm with each stroke of his lover's hand, though he did shift his legs further apart and dug his heels into the floor so he could find better leverage as he stifled a few soft moans.
He shivered at the threat and promise of injury, raising his eyebrow. It still elicited a shiver of pleasure from him.] That's some possessive behaviour, Richard. I might start to get the impression you want me all to yourself if you do such a thing to me. [Of course, Richard had no idea about his previous jailers, the people that held him back whom he had fought against for a lifetime.] You'll try to taint those old memories, hmm? How bold.
[His mouth kissed then nipped the side of Richard's jaw, not enough to mark but a warning that he might reply in kind. While he wasn't generally possessive, he did enjoy having things he liked close to him.]
Hah. [The comment about possessiveness earns a dry laughter from him. His grip around the shaft tightens, adding more pressure to his stroking, thumb swirling over the engorged head. Richard begins to move his own hips along the rhythm, vaguely imitating the motions of a penetrative sex.
If Silco thought this to be possessive then he was in for surprise. Richard was greedy by nature, not wanting to share anything that he considered 'his'. He was prone to jealousy, though his was hardly as explosive nor spiteful as it was with others, like with his kingmaker for an example.]
It is in my right. You are my lover, Silco. You might be the owner of the night's pleasure but I will still be the only one who will have you.
[He then lowers himself further so that he can close his mouth around the thin cut on his lover's neck. He latches on it like a leech, biting and sucking out the blood.]
If Silco thought this to be possessive then he was in for surprise. Richard was greedy by nature, not wanting to share anything that he considered 'his'. He was prone to jealousy, though his was hardly as explosive nor spiteful as it was with others, like with his kingmaker for an example.]
It is in my right. You are my lover, Silco. You might be the owner of the night's pleasure but I will still be the only one who will have you.
[He then lowers himself further so that he can close his mouth around the thin cut on his lover's neck. He latches on it like a leech, biting and sucking out the blood.]
Edited 2024-12-07 12:51 (UTC)
[His rate of breathing was picking up further, and he was engrossed in the moment, of letting Richard have control of their interaction. It wasn't often that he released his hand at it, but he had built enough repore with Richard to want to encourage the younger man having a hand on the wheel. After all, he was definitely going to benefit from that decision now as pleasure brought warmth and colour to his face as his hips rolled a little faster to encourage Richard to increase the stroke rate.
Of course, a little noise managed to slip out like a sharp inhale as the pressure increased, and it seemed his playful comment had earned a response. The corner of his lip tugged, and he didn't mind Richard being possessive as long as it didn't encroach on his relationship with his daughter.
Yet, he momentarily froze and he was taken right out of the moment at the comment about Richard being the only one to have him. It wasn't an untruth, yet it jarred an old injury, a prickle to his pride that if it wasn't Richard, he would remain alone until the day he inevitably died again. That's what he expected, but Richard had taken to him and he to Richard... for now.
He shivered as his lover's mouth landed on his neck, snapping him back to the moment that he had lost most momentum in. His blinked his blue eye several times and exhaled, the pain of the biting bringing him back to reality. He made a soft noise of defiance and shifted where he sat before all the wrinkles of internal discourse smoothed in his expression.]
Indeed, my one and only.
[His tone sounded off at the start - far-away - but he recovered it to normal for the last three words of his statement. Like sliding a mask in place, he returned to moment and moved back to enjoying Richard's hand on his cock.]
Of course, a little noise managed to slip out like a sharp inhale as the pressure increased, and it seemed his playful comment had earned a response. The corner of his lip tugged, and he didn't mind Richard being possessive as long as it didn't encroach on his relationship with his daughter.
Yet, he momentarily froze and he was taken right out of the moment at the comment about Richard being the only one to have him. It wasn't an untruth, yet it jarred an old injury, a prickle to his pride that if it wasn't Richard, he would remain alone until the day he inevitably died again. That's what he expected, but Richard had taken to him and he to Richard... for now.
He shivered as his lover's mouth landed on his neck, snapping him back to the moment that he had lost most momentum in. His blinked his blue eye several times and exhaled, the pain of the biting bringing him back to reality. He made a soft noise of defiance and shifted where he sat before all the wrinkles of internal discourse smoothed in his expression.]
Indeed, my one and only.
[His tone sounded off at the start - far-away - but he recovered it to normal for the last three words of his statement. Like sliding a mask in place, he returned to moment and moved back to enjoying Richard's hand on his cock.]
[There is, of course, a level of unfairness to Richard's words. He would not be able to give himself to the other man in the same capacity as he expected of his lover. Not when the half of his heart and soul belonged to someone else. And when (not 'if' but 'when ') that man arrives to this world Richard will not look back.
However, if Richard was in the state of right mind he should be able to portray enough reflection on himself and come to realize that he missed Buckingham less after each passing day, having filled that void with something else.
Richard kept sucking and lapping Silco's wound, tasting the tang of copper on his tongue. He then gracefully slid one leg off the chair and then another, moving off Silco's lap so that he was crouching before him. Bending his knees Richard moved down on the man's body, lips and teeth mapping down his collarbone, visiting briefly the three round bullet wounds as he slid lower along his chest all the way to the navel area. With his knees now digging on the carpet he stopped his hand motions. The mismatched eyes looked up, full of hunger and sense of authority in them.]
Swear it to me then, Silco.
However, if Richard was in the state of right mind he should be able to portray enough reflection on himself and come to realize that he missed Buckingham less after each passing day, having filled that void with something else.
Richard kept sucking and lapping Silco's wound, tasting the tang of copper on his tongue. He then gracefully slid one leg off the chair and then another, moving off Silco's lap so that he was crouching before him. Bending his knees Richard moved down on the man's body, lips and teeth mapping down his collarbone, visiting briefly the three round bullet wounds as he slid lower along his chest all the way to the navel area. With his knees now digging on the carpet he stopped his hand motions. The mismatched eyes looked up, full of hunger and sense of authority in them.]
Swear it to me then, Silco.
[As soon as he had heard about this 'other' man, Silco had recognized the tone and look on Richard's face that said plainly that whatever they had would be immediately over if the other showed up. This Kingmaker was someone he would probably dislike, but he valued the experience with Richard enough to simply walk away. Relationships were always doomed on some level, and this place was proving no different.
That's why one had to believe in a cause, not in people. People always let someone else down with enough time and space to breathe into that reality.
He let his head fall back a bit as Richard nursed the self-inflicted injury on his neck, no doubt making it so much worse and likely to be visible when he wasn't wearing his jacket. He eyed his lover as Richard moved, pulling away from the current position, and he was not back in their intimate moment so much that he didn't realize what was about to happen. He shifted again in the chair, considering standing to regain the position of power subtly. This was a shift as it was, Richard giving up more than gaining, which might have been the only reason he stayed seated.
He stared down into those mismatched eyes, fingers gripping the arms of the chair. His chest and stomach still tingled with the path of those lips, but the request was not even a little big tempting. Richard had been frank about what such pledges meant, and the last person who he had made anything close to such a declaration had tried to murder him in a fit of rage.]
Make me.
That's why one had to believe in a cause, not in people. People always let someone else down with enough time and space to breathe into that reality.
He let his head fall back a bit as Richard nursed the self-inflicted injury on his neck, no doubt making it so much worse and likely to be visible when he wasn't wearing his jacket. He eyed his lover as Richard moved, pulling away from the current position, and he was not back in their intimate moment so much that he didn't realize what was about to happen. He shifted again in the chair, considering standing to regain the position of power subtly. This was a shift as it was, Richard giving up more than gaining, which might have been the only reason he stayed seated.
He stared down into those mismatched eyes, fingers gripping the arms of the chair. His chest and stomach still tingled with the path of those lips, but the request was not even a little big tempting. Richard had been frank about what such pledges meant, and the last person who he had made anything close to such a declaration had tried to murder him in a fit of rage.]
Make me.
Edited 2024-12-07 17:46 (UTC)
[The relationship between Richard and his other half was multilayered and complex. It was given, of course, seeing that both of them were twisted and selfish, wanting to possess something that no other man could. But it was because of that Richard did not believe that his kingmaker hold any real affection towards him. All their shared intimacy and warmth were all for the sake of their common goal. In that regard, he understood that he again giving more to the relationship than the other party. Just like he had with Henry..
However, with Silco he liked to believe he was more in control and in right mind. His lover would not love him and neither would Richard love him. They would continue to do this dance to bring comfort and chase away their individual demons and what not... And yet, despite all that, Richard still wanted to have the man all for himself. No matter how irrational it was.
So, the sudden rebellion within Silco's words is enough to snap him out the spell born from the heat of the moment. His eyes narrow and lips close shut. There's now an air of seriousness to him as he looks up at his partner. He does not understand where this sudden shift in a mood came from, but he will not yield in front of it either.]
No. [And with that he stands right back up, looming over the other man.] I do not have to make you.
However, with Silco he liked to believe he was more in control and in right mind. His lover would not love him and neither would Richard love him. They would continue to do this dance to bring comfort and chase away their individual demons and what not... And yet, despite all that, Richard still wanted to have the man all for himself. No matter how irrational it was.
So, the sudden rebellion within Silco's words is enough to snap him out the spell born from the heat of the moment. His eyes narrow and lips close shut. There's now an air of seriousness to him as he looks up at his partner. He does not understand where this sudden shift in a mood came from, but he will not yield in front of it either.]
No. [And with that he stands right back up, looming over the other man.] I do not have to make you.
[It was not often that he and Richard found disagreements that they couldn't simply smooth over. While he didn't have the entire complexity of Richard's relationship, he did know how to read people and it seemed to him that this Kingsmaker was someone that his lover would return to regardless of a crown. They had forged a bond in taking over from what he had gathered, usurping and gathering power. Two people couldn't fill that role in Richard's life, and there was something to be said about shared life experiences.
His own relationships were complex, messy and most where held to arm's length. They had seemed to fill a strange void with one another, and he admitted to being hard pressed to let that go without a fight. They had cobbled together enough emotional, mental and physical connection to enjoy each other, to smooth out some of the rough edges each of them had. In the end, they were still damaged, flawed men.
He's never been possessed before, though his daughter had jealous tendencies related to abandonment issues.
Oh.
Oh.
Silco's chin lifted as Richard suddenly stood up, and it took him a moment to put his little silent epiphany into context. It didn't help that anticipation for a mouth on his cock and the previous build up was distracting and fogging his mind, but it slowly ebbed away enough that he had enough of a grasp of the situation. He breathed a long audible breath, refraining from biting back because ninety percent of his life was a defiance of most demands on him by those who chose to stand over him.
It took a strength of will not to stand and even out their positions. Instead, he shifted and crossed one ankle over the other as he watched his lover.]
No, I don't suppose that you do. Swearing is an oath, a pledge of loyalty we have already committed through secrets. I have no other than you, Richard.
[He tried to sound reasonably, but his voice was bit slurred and roughened by previous pleasure and their argument. He reached out to offer a hand to his lover, to draw Richard back to him still seated in the chair.]
His own relationships were complex, messy and most where held to arm's length. They had seemed to fill a strange void with one another, and he admitted to being hard pressed to let that go without a fight. They had cobbled together enough emotional, mental and physical connection to enjoy each other, to smooth out some of the rough edges each of them had. In the end, they were still damaged, flawed men.
He's never been possessed before, though his daughter had jealous tendencies related to abandonment issues.
Oh.
Oh.
Silco's chin lifted as Richard suddenly stood up, and it took him a moment to put his little silent epiphany into context. It didn't help that anticipation for a mouth on his cock and the previous build up was distracting and fogging his mind, but it slowly ebbed away enough that he had enough of a grasp of the situation. He breathed a long audible breath, refraining from biting back because ninety percent of his life was a defiance of most demands on him by those who chose to stand over him.
It took a strength of will not to stand and even out their positions. Instead, he shifted and crossed one ankle over the other as he watched his lover.]
No, I don't suppose that you do. Swearing is an oath, a pledge of loyalty we have already committed through secrets. I have no other than you, Richard.
[He tried to sound reasonably, but his voice was bit slurred and roughened by previous pleasure and their argument. He reached out to offer a hand to his lover, to draw Richard back to him still seated in the chair.]
[They had indeed shared plenty of secrets and other hushed truths about themselves and their past, showed their true colors to one another, bared their darkness and hurt within their souls. Those worked as sign of solid, unwavering trust more than any oaths formed by excess words.
And yet. The explicit, verbal confirmation was what Richard wanted. They had shown the proof of their connection with their bodies but there was still something lacking. Simple words, but the importance they held was immense, weighting more than any gold that one could possess.
With his chest still raising and falling heavily under his labored breath Richard kept watching his lover, prepared to hear more opposing words. While Silco lacked on the physical prowess it did not mean that he was not a fighter. It was that fiery, relentless spirit of his that had pulled Richard closer, kindred spirit calling for another. But to have that rebellion aimed at him cracks against his mind, prodding and poking at an ancient wound that kept refusing from closing.
Guess they both still managed to hurt each other unconsciously.
His face was still flushed and red from the arousal, lips plump and wet. Swallowing air, he reached to accept the hand extended towards him and allowed himself to be pulled.]
Then swear it to me, Silco. [He repeats as he settled back on the man's lap. Placing both of his legs on his sides he nestles closer, leaning his forehead on Silco's healthy side of neck.]
And yet. The explicit, verbal confirmation was what Richard wanted. They had shown the proof of their connection with their bodies but there was still something lacking. Simple words, but the importance they held was immense, weighting more than any gold that one could possess.
With his chest still raising and falling heavily under his labored breath Richard kept watching his lover, prepared to hear more opposing words. While Silco lacked on the physical prowess it did not mean that he was not a fighter. It was that fiery, relentless spirit of his that had pulled Richard closer, kindred spirit calling for another. But to have that rebellion aimed at him cracks against his mind, prodding and poking at an ancient wound that kept refusing from closing.
Guess they both still managed to hurt each other unconsciously.
His face was still flushed and red from the arousal, lips plump and wet. Swallowing air, he reached to accept the hand extended towards him and allowed himself to be pulled.]
Then swear it to me, Silco. [He repeats as he settled back on the man's lap. Placing both of his legs on his sides he nestles closer, leaning his forehead on Silco's healthy side of neck.]
[His fingers closed on Richard's hand, and he drew his lover back to him. His other hand moved to grasp Richard's hip as the other moved back onto the chair and into his lap, and he was keenly aware of the heat of their bodies and the pressure of Richard's long legs against his own. It felt like they could return to a sense of normal again, except Richard's demand remained the same.
Silco's blue eye narrowed and defiance surfaced again, a deep cavernous anger that had persisted him through the hard fought years of his life. His lips twisted into disapproval as if he were fighting with a bitter taste in his mouth, but his mind was churning even while he didn't bother to school his expression. He knew it was important to Richard, but it felt collar and chain being handed to someone else.
His breathing remained heavy as his mind overturned his natural inclination for defiance always. He slide his hand to reach between their bodies so he could take both of their cocks in his hand and stroke them slow but together. Every fiber in his being was telling him to refuse, ready and willing to ignore the fact that they had basically stepped over their threshold in the shower when they had built something unique to them and their relationship based on their coveted secrets.
That was enough. It should be enough. Would he let Richard become one of his jailers? Was that what this oath would be? He'd already made it clear that they were monogamous with each other, but this still felt a dangerous step too far.
His hand worked their flesh together as he channeled the energy of his base defiance to stroking their erections, his hips rising with the motions, to snatch control even as he found himself about to give it up.]
...I swear you are my one and only lover. [The words came from his lips like a snarl, as if he were waiting for the trap to snap closed around him.]
Silco's blue eye narrowed and defiance surfaced again, a deep cavernous anger that had persisted him through the hard fought years of his life. His lips twisted into disapproval as if he were fighting with a bitter taste in his mouth, but his mind was churning even while he didn't bother to school his expression. He knew it was important to Richard, but it felt collar and chain being handed to someone else.
His breathing remained heavy as his mind overturned his natural inclination for defiance always. He slide his hand to reach between their bodies so he could take both of their cocks in his hand and stroke them slow but together. Every fiber in his being was telling him to refuse, ready and willing to ignore the fact that they had basically stepped over their threshold in the shower when they had built something unique to them and their relationship based on their coveted secrets.
That was enough. It should be enough. Would he let Richard become one of his jailers? Was that what this oath would be? He'd already made it clear that they were monogamous with each other, but this still felt a dangerous step too far.
His hand worked their flesh together as he channeled the energy of his base defiance to stroking their erections, his hips rising with the motions, to snatch control even as he found himself about to give it up.]
...I swear you are my one and only lover. [The words came from his lips like a snarl, as if he were waiting for the trap to snap closed around him.]
[Oh. Richard didn't need to see his lover's expression to tell that he was angry. It was apparent in the hot air that left his lips, the fastened pulse and heartbeat that was not quite the same as his usual state of arousal. It was present in his voice, his words spitting vitriol and toxic despite their promise.
Maybe it made Richard worse person but seeing the man push past his own resentment and to struggle to give in to his demands, with anger and all, only delighted him. The corners of his lips tug into a wide grin as he peppers kisses on Silco's neck. He kept bucking his hips along the rhythm to Silco's hand, rubbing his erection against the other while chasing after the release.
It's kinda funny, in a way. Richard was deep down possessive and geedy man, always desiring that what he shouldn't. Yet he had never felt such strong yearn to have another person like this. With Henry he had been sated to just stay quietly by his side. And with Buckingham? Well, he had his own wife that he would embrace regularly when he could. They only owned one half of the other's soul, something that they sacrificed on the altar of the sin. But Silco, on the other hand? He wanted to have the older man only to himself, going even as far as demanding it like from the other. There was a strange kind of entitlement that he felt and it was driving him high at the moment.
The oath given to him was not a proper one, but it would suffice.]
In return, [Richard pulls back just a hair, so that he could see his lover's face. The delighted eyes looking into the maddened one.] -- I give you this body. You may have it as you please. We've shared blood together, more ways than one. I will not reject you.
[He would not be able to give his heart. But this wretched, unsightly form of his? He'll gladly surrender it to Silco's hands - both literally and figuratively
Richard then leaned to press their foreheads together and closed his eyes. His breath came out as eccentric puffs of hot air through his lips and the sweat was prickling on his clothed back as his thrust began to lose the rhythm, slowing down and gaining more momentum on each push. The edges of the chair's armrests pressed heavily against his legs. There would be welts and bruises there, no doubt, but he cared not. Not when he was getting close to the climax of this strange encounter.]
Maybe it made Richard worse person but seeing the man push past his own resentment and to struggle to give in to his demands, with anger and all, only delighted him. The corners of his lips tug into a wide grin as he peppers kisses on Silco's neck. He kept bucking his hips along the rhythm to Silco's hand, rubbing his erection against the other while chasing after the release.
It's kinda funny, in a way. Richard was deep down possessive and geedy man, always desiring that what he shouldn't. Yet he had never felt such strong yearn to have another person like this. With Henry he had been sated to just stay quietly by his side. And with Buckingham? Well, he had his own wife that he would embrace regularly when he could. They only owned one half of the other's soul, something that they sacrificed on the altar of the sin. But Silco, on the other hand? He wanted to have the older man only to himself, going even as far as demanding it like from the other. There was a strange kind of entitlement that he felt and it was driving him high at the moment.
The oath given to him was not a proper one, but it would suffice.]
In return, [Richard pulls back just a hair, so that he could see his lover's face. The delighted eyes looking into the maddened one.] -- I give you this body. You may have it as you please. We've shared blood together, more ways than one. I will not reject you.
[He would not be able to give his heart. But this wretched, unsightly form of his? He'll gladly surrender it to Silco's hands - both literally and figuratively
Richard then leaned to press their foreheads together and closed his eyes. His breath came out as eccentric puffs of hot air through his lips and the sweat was prickling on his clothed back as his thrust began to lose the rhythm, slowing down and gaining more momentum on each push. The edges of the chair's armrests pressed heavily against his legs. There would be welts and bruises there, no doubt, but he cared not. Not when he was getting close to the climax of this strange encounter.]
[Richard's obvious delight at his personally struggle to step over the line only served to incense him further and his shoulders tightened with his barely suppressed rage. There had been times in the past where he allowed himself to fall into similar oaths, but each one of them had failed, withered and rotted. Blisters and bedrock, he thought viciously, a reminder of one of the pinnacles of his young adult life that had driven him for years since.
He curled his upper lip in a snarl as he stared at Richard, a single moment away from dumping the younger man from his lap and walking out of the room. Petty, angry, bucking at his own words even as they passed out of his mouth in a damning statement. It seemed far less intimidating when the shoe was on the other foot, of course, when he was in control of what and when and how this relationship narrowed down to this.
Yet, his hand didn't stop, and if anything, his own breathing rate increased with both lust and anger as he glared at his lover. He sneered openly at the reply, though considering that this was some form of reciprocation on Richard's part.] These scars I will take, but your body will always be yours. I want your ambition, your cruelty, the quiet moments you share with me and perhaps no one else. Don't give me any less.
[He had worked hard to make Richard take ownership of that body, which he would never find unsightly. Those scars though told a story of pain from ambition, and he could relate. It was the kind of experience that bonded them together to start and one he was hard pressed to give up now.
He increased the pace of his hand between them, tightening his grip so there was more friction between them, and he didn't stop as his own breathing rate followed Richard's. His eyes focused on the other man, the world beyond this room shut down and ignored. He breathed each hot breath across his lover's lips, working their cocks faster even as his hips were slipping to a desperate erratic chase for that coveted finishing moment. He could practically taste it; he wanted to watch Richard come undone because of his hand but also staring at his furious face.
Already he chaffed against the oath. Never the contents, the fact he had made it in the first place.]
He curled his upper lip in a snarl as he stared at Richard, a single moment away from dumping the younger man from his lap and walking out of the room. Petty, angry, bucking at his own words even as they passed out of his mouth in a damning statement. It seemed far less intimidating when the shoe was on the other foot, of course, when he was in control of what and when and how this relationship narrowed down to this.
Yet, his hand didn't stop, and if anything, his own breathing rate increased with both lust and anger as he glared at his lover. He sneered openly at the reply, though considering that this was some form of reciprocation on Richard's part.] These scars I will take, but your body will always be yours. I want your ambition, your cruelty, the quiet moments you share with me and perhaps no one else. Don't give me any less.
[He had worked hard to make Richard take ownership of that body, which he would never find unsightly. Those scars though told a story of pain from ambition, and he could relate. It was the kind of experience that bonded them together to start and one he was hard pressed to give up now.
He increased the pace of his hand between them, tightening his grip so there was more friction between them, and he didn't stop as his own breathing rate followed Richard's. His eyes focused on the other man, the world beyond this room shut down and ignored. He breathed each hot breath across his lover's lips, working their cocks faster even as his hips were slipping to a desperate erratic chase for that coveted finishing moment. He could practically taste it; he wanted to watch Richard come undone because of his hand but also staring at his furious face.
Already he chaffed against the oath. Never the contents, the fact he had made it in the first place.]
[Richard did not know, of course, the details of Silco's past and what all deep buried conflicts and hurts there were. They both were private by nature, willing to shed light to their surroundings rather than on themselves. But Richard still could make educated guesses based on the little bread crumbs that the man had shared with him. The talk of betrayal, the revenge and endless fight against those who would see him as less than nothing, not even worth their spit. Among the chains brought to him by birth there must also been those that he had chosen himself - promises and oaths or what not. Long gone and forgotten.
But he can see the proverbial collar and broken chains of past - still weighting down on Silco. So much had came apparent from their previous conversations and time spent together. What Richard wanted was to leave his own mark on the man, so that instead of his past oppressors his mind would turn towards what he had present. Richard wanted to be the first in the man's thoughts.]
You have yet to seen the depths of the cruelty that I'm capable of. [Richard hissed, a quiet moan accompanying his words. But just Silco had claimed that Richard had no clue just how rebellious he could the same can be said about Richard and his potency for cruelty and violence. He had now, for the first time, revealed glimpse of it when he had mentioned the fate of his brothers. No one was safe from him, no matter who they were.
The smell of sex and sweat mixed in together of faint fragrance of the whiskey, twisting and turning the atmosphere in the room. It would be difficult to cover this unplanned encounter from his staff - especially when there were still a few buttons from Silco's shirt scattered around the floor.
Richard licked his lips, teasing a phantom kiss on his lover's lips as he tried to hold back any wanton sounds that tried to get past his guard. Well, it was a small solace that the older man was just as close as he was. And sure enough! After couple more strokes a suffocated gasp left from him as he felt his entire body tighten and become taunt like a wire, back arching in crescent shaped. The gloved latched hardly on Silco's shoulder, grasping it tightly while wave of orgasm washed over him, making him spill right on his lover's hand.]
But he can see the proverbial collar and broken chains of past - still weighting down on Silco. So much had came apparent from their previous conversations and time spent together. What Richard wanted was to leave his own mark on the man, so that instead of his past oppressors his mind would turn towards what he had present. Richard wanted to be the first in the man's thoughts.]
You have yet to seen the depths of the cruelty that I'm capable of. [Richard hissed, a quiet moan accompanying his words. But just Silco had claimed that Richard had no clue just how rebellious he could the same can be said about Richard and his potency for cruelty and violence. He had now, for the first time, revealed glimpse of it when he had mentioned the fate of his brothers. No one was safe from him, no matter who they were.
The smell of sex and sweat mixed in together of faint fragrance of the whiskey, twisting and turning the atmosphere in the room. It would be difficult to cover this unplanned encounter from his staff - especially when there were still a few buttons from Silco's shirt scattered around the floor.
Richard licked his lips, teasing a phantom kiss on his lover's lips as he tried to hold back any wanton sounds that tried to get past his guard. Well, it was a small solace that the older man was just as close as he was. And sure enough! After couple more strokes a suffocated gasp left from him as he felt his entire body tighten and become taunt like a wire, back arching in crescent shaped. The gloved latched hardly on Silco's shoulder, grasping it tightly while wave of orgasm washed over him, making him spill right on his lover's hand.]
[Silco was well aware that he had not seen Richard's capacity for cruelty and the reverse could be said as well. Both of them played their hands lightly in Aldrip so far. Yet, he had experienced the overwhelming sense of danger when Richard had been infected during the Gnosia invasion, and he had heard stories of the younger man performing various acts of violence.
He leaned up so that their lips brushed against each other with each word spoken and so that each exhale of hot lusty breathing would pass over one another. It was the only way that he would endure the chafing of his attempt at an oath.] I know. I want to see it; I want you to unleash on another person and take them apart at the seams, Richard. I want to watch you covered in their blood and regret nothing for the actions you have taken.
[He nudged the tips of their noses. I want to be your monster and you mine.
He worked them both up towards climax, still sneering and disgusted that he had lowered himself to that level but currently caught up in the moment to consider stopping. If anything, the extra aggression and anger he felt only enhanced the way that he leaned into him stroking them together, aware that Richard was along for this ride as deeply as he was currently. He found that bucking at his oppressors was an amazing motivator and currently a turn on.
He kept his own noises to grunts and gasps of pleasure, and he stared at Richard as his lover rose to the occasion. He followed within a stroke of Richard, his hand covered in a mixture of their cum as he worked them through the weighty heat of their orgasm. Extra spillage marked his pants and the chair that he was currently sitting upon, and once he had stopped seeing stars behind his eyes, he leaned back in the chair and watched his lover perched on his lap.
Oh the staff would know. There was no way that they entered this room and not understand the mild defiling of this room. It was as good of a toast as any to Richard's new business.]
He leaned up so that their lips brushed against each other with each word spoken and so that each exhale of hot lusty breathing would pass over one another. It was the only way that he would endure the chafing of his attempt at an oath.] I know. I want to see it; I want you to unleash on another person and take them apart at the seams, Richard. I want to watch you covered in their blood and regret nothing for the actions you have taken.
[He nudged the tips of their noses. I want to be your monster and you mine.
He worked them both up towards climax, still sneering and disgusted that he had lowered himself to that level but currently caught up in the moment to consider stopping. If anything, the extra aggression and anger he felt only enhanced the way that he leaned into him stroking them together, aware that Richard was along for this ride as deeply as he was currently. He found that bucking at his oppressors was an amazing motivator and currently a turn on.
He kept his own noises to grunts and gasps of pleasure, and he stared at Richard as his lover rose to the occasion. He followed within a stroke of Richard, his hand covered in a mixture of their cum as he worked them through the weighty heat of their orgasm. Extra spillage marked his pants and the chair that he was currently sitting upon, and once he had stopped seeing stars behind his eyes, he leaned back in the chair and watched his lover perched on his lap.
Oh the staff would know. There was no way that they entered this room and not understand the mild defiling of this room. It was as good of a toast as any to Richard's new business.]
[Cruelty came in many forms. Richard was more than capable of performing and indulging in the horrors of the carnage that Silco painted with his words. He had given a proof of it, too. Both during the gnosia infection and when in the secrecy of Silco's office when they had maimed the unwanted quests. Richard had mutilated one of them, removed the golden jaw from the victim's face with just a knife and his bare hands. But that was only the surface of the twisted brutality within his soul.
Richard's cruelty and viciousness was more multifaceted than that. They came from his words, the sweet little things that slipped past his lips and urged others to act on his behalf and sell their principles, to bend along his desires. That way he had deceived all the other ruling lords, the people and even god himself and snatched the crown for himself -- making a demon the king all of the England
...Only to find himself in this forsaken world.
But that wasn't a rabbit hole that he wanted to look at right now. Nor that he could as his whole attention was stolen by the sheer force of the orgasm, shaking his entire body. His vision goes blank, the hot flames blazing in his core as he empties his load. Shiver runs through his spine, shaking him like a leaf in the wind. But just like always, the moment of intense heat burns past fast. His body relaxes as he slugs forward Silco and lulls into the pleasant bliss of post-orgasm.
There was a red hue on his pale cheeks, the mismatched eyes having almost a drunken look to them as they watched his lover beneath the long lashes. Well. His mood sure had improved a lot since the beginning of this meeting. Gone were the sourness from hearing Charles' awareness to their situation, and the thorns of the argument had withered away. Hell, he barely remembered the ghost.
With a lazy yet satisfied grin on his lips, Richard leans forward to seal two of them in a kiss, fingers snaking up to slide along red, nearly swollen cut on Silco's neck.]
Richard's cruelty and viciousness was more multifaceted than that. They came from his words, the sweet little things that slipped past his lips and urged others to act on his behalf and sell their principles, to bend along his desires. That way he had deceived all the other ruling lords, the people and even god himself and snatched the crown for himself -- making a demon the king all of the England
...Only to find himself in this forsaken world.
But that wasn't a rabbit hole that he wanted to look at right now. Nor that he could as his whole attention was stolen by the sheer force of the orgasm, shaking his entire body. His vision goes blank, the hot flames blazing in his core as he empties his load. Shiver runs through his spine, shaking him like a leaf in the wind. But just like always, the moment of intense heat burns past fast. His body relaxes as he slugs forward Silco and lulls into the pleasant bliss of post-orgasm.
There was a red hue on his pale cheeks, the mismatched eyes having almost a drunken look to them as they watched his lover beneath the long lashes. Well. His mood sure had improved a lot since the beginning of this meeting. Gone were the sourness from hearing Charles' awareness to their situation, and the thorns of the argument had withered away. Hell, he barely remembered the ghost.
With a lazy yet satisfied grin on his lips, Richard leans forward to seal two of them in a kiss, fingers snaking up to slide along red, nearly swollen cut on Silco's neck.]
there might be a new business venture open for you.
it appears that the barmaid of the Lupin has disappeared.
it appears that the barmaid of the Lupin has disappeared.
[Of course. Everyone from his world was now gone except the sickly scientist. He'd noticed.]
I'm aware. No doubt the feral fox child will be guarding it for a time.
I'm aware. No doubt the feral fox child will be guarding it for a time.
interesting choice for a guard dog.
foxes might be predator in wild but in city they are prey.
foxes might be predator in wild but in city they are prey.
More mouth than anything, but the barmaid has proven to like stray females with a bad attitude.
Curious if Dazai will return to running the Lupin. It was his originally.
Curious if Dazai will return to running the Lupin. It was his originally.
so you are not interested in taking it for yourself? unexpected.
Of course. Unless you informed me to tell me that you were seeking to take them for yourself?
nay. i believe you to be more suited for it than me.
you mentioned dazai. who are they?
you mentioned dazai. who are they?
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