[It had been the shame that had made him to look down and hide his face as he began to move and search for the pleasure on his own. And it is that same shame that makes him to bite down on his lower lip to stifle any noises slipping out that would betray him any further. Well, whether he's successful in his endeavors is debatable. Because as he continues to thrust his hips forward, trying his best to meet the movements of Silco's fingers and to aim the friction to be just right, the more eccentric his breathing becomes and more difficult it is keep from the quiet whining raising from his throat.
The lips against the skin on abdomen and belly makes him feel almost ticklish, making him shiver and squirm a little under the contact. The heat in his guts is getting more intense, spreading through his body like a wildlife. The sweat is slowly starting to gather in small beads on his forehead and on the hairline at the back of his neck. Richard knows very well that his self-restraint wont last long.]
I -- ha, I don't know. [He whimpers under his breath, voice weak and shaky. Has he experienced this before? Richard can't really recall any details from his past experiences, as his attention is solely forced into the multiple sensations of pleasure, threatening to drive his mind and body over the edge.
It's just like how he likes it. Burning hot, intense and maddening. But still there is somehow something missing.]
Silco. [Richard groans, swallowing around the name. He forces himself to open his eyes and to the older man in the eyes.] Make it hurt more.
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Date: 2024-07-13 01:30 am (UTC)The lips against the skin on abdomen and belly makes him feel almost ticklish, making him shiver and squirm a little under the contact. The heat in his guts is getting more intense, spreading through his body like a wildlife. The sweat is slowly starting to gather in small beads on his forehead and on the hairline at the back of his neck. Richard knows very well that his self-restraint wont last long.]
I -- ha, I don't know. [He whimpers under his breath, voice weak and shaky. Has he experienced this before? Richard can't really recall any details from his past experiences, as his attention is solely forced into the multiple sensations of pleasure, threatening to drive his mind and body over the edge.
It's just like how he likes it. Burning hot, intense and maddening. But still there is somehow something missing.]
Silco. [Richard groans, swallowing around the name. He forces himself to open his eyes and to the older man in the eyes.] Make it hurt more.