[That's just about it when it comes to Richard. He swings between the two extremes, either leaning to passivity or then tackling whatever is in front of him with his full attention. And Silo had managed to ignite the fire within his soul, bringing his desires up to the surface. It had awakened the insatiable hunger he carries with him. It's the hunger for everything that he had spent majority of his life denied. Always demanding more, looking for the madness within the flesh.
So, Silco's demand is answered just with as much enthusiasm and force as before. Richard licks, bites and pulls on his lips before diving in for a heated, open-mouthed kiss. His own fingers dig on the skin at the back of Silco's neck as he keeps their lips tightly sealed together. Not even the arms around his middle, pulling his body up is enough to make Richard break the contact. Prepared for the sudden lift, he raises on his tip-toes to ease the process of picking him up. With a quick movement he wraps his legs around Silco's waist and allows himself to be carried, all while still drowning them both in a kiss.
It's only after his back is met with soft mattress on his bed that Richard finally pulls away. His own lips are red and slightly plump, glossing faintly from the shared saliva. His chest raises heavily up and down as he catches his breath, the mismatched eyes locked tightly on Silco's expression when the hand slid up to touch his breast. A brief nervousness flashed in his expression when he felt the hand cup and move the soft flesh on his chest. A reaction that reflected more of the learned fear and shame than his current state.
And once again, when the words failed him, leaving his tongue heavy and tied to address his own body, the actions prevailed. So, Richard raised to place his burnt hand on top of Silco's to guide it higher on his chest so that it covers the entirety of the breast.]
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So, Silco's demand is answered just with as much enthusiasm and force as before. Richard licks, bites and pulls on his lips before diving in for a heated, open-mouthed kiss. His own fingers dig on the skin at the back of Silco's neck as he keeps their lips tightly sealed together. Not even the arms around his middle, pulling his body up is enough to make Richard break the contact. Prepared for the sudden lift, he raises on his tip-toes to ease the process of picking him up. With a quick movement he wraps his legs around Silco's waist and allows himself to be carried, all while still drowning them both in a kiss.
It's only after his back is met with soft mattress on his bed that Richard finally pulls away. His own lips are red and slightly plump, glossing faintly from the shared saliva. His chest raises heavily up and down as he catches his breath, the mismatched eyes locked tightly on Silco's expression when the hand slid up to touch his breast. A brief nervousness flashed in his expression when he felt the hand cup and move the soft flesh on his chest. A reaction that reflected more of the learned fear and shame than his current state.
And once again, when the words failed him, leaving his tongue heavy and tied to address his own body, the actions prevailed. So, Richard raised to place his burnt hand on top of Silco's to guide it higher on his chest so that it covers the entirety of the breast.]