[Richard is also way too caught up in the moment with his thoughts being swarmed by the seemingly endless assault of sensations at the hands of the other man to even think of anything else than the present. He does not think of the promise and covenant he had made with his kingmaker, or the jealous fury that his other half would be in if he were to find out about this. Even the treacherous woods with all the taunting lies of Joan. He does not think of the betrayal in the dark chapel and frozen darkness. The past and future. Neither of them really had any place in his mind, only the wave of pleasure that was building up in his body.]
-- Hah! [A wanton sound erupts from Richard, forcing itself out of his chest unguarded.
Ah. There it is. The so familiar stretch of a burn when the digits pushes past the opening, plunging inside of him. Of course, it is far more faint and subtle than what he is normally used to -- but it is still there. And it has been so long since anyone's touched him like this, so it is a bit of a tight fit around the fingers. He can feel the bones in knuckles rub against the softness of his walls, spreading him apart.
Richard gives his lips a quick lick when Silco cranes his neck up. He moves his hand grasping on the man's shoulder to hold the back of his head, pulling his face closer. With their lips barely touching, Richard keeps breathing in his scent, series of whiny gasps slipping out of his mouth in staccato.
It doesn't take long until the pressure becomes too overwhelming and he's finally pushed past the edge. Every muscle on his body tightens. The orgasm hits him like a hot, intense storm, making his entire frame shake under its power as he spills on Silco's hands. Something is burning within him, the flames licking his insides as he rides the wave of pleasure.]
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:45 pm (UTC)-- Hah! [A wanton sound erupts from Richard, forcing itself out of his chest unguarded.
Ah. There it is. The so familiar stretch of a burn when the digits pushes past the opening, plunging inside of him. Of course, it is far more faint and subtle than what he is normally used to -- but it is still there. And it has been so long since anyone's touched him like this, so it is a bit of a tight fit around the fingers. He can feel the bones in knuckles rub against the softness of his walls, spreading him apart.
Richard gives his lips a quick lick when Silco cranes his neck up. He moves his hand grasping on the man's shoulder to hold the back of his head, pulling his face closer. With their lips barely touching, Richard keeps breathing in his scent, series of whiny gasps slipping out of his mouth in staccato.
It doesn't take long until the pressure becomes too overwhelming and he's finally pushed past the edge. Every muscle on his body tightens. The orgasm hits him like a hot, intense storm, making his entire frame shake under its power as he spills on Silco's hands. Something is burning within him, the flames licking his insides as he rides the wave of pleasure.]