[The forehead pressing against his own is calming enough to chase away any traces of fear or nervousness from Richard's body, making him relax under the larger body. Richard isn't even exactly sure just where did the fragments of terror originated. Whether it was from a memory or learned behavior, somehow passed down to him through the cultural norms and expectations. Of course, there had been a few of those who had tried to pin him down like this in the past after. Men who were overcome with lust, making them shed away their human form and reveal the beast within. Those who do not see the person but the flesh in front of them, ready to devour.
But he hadn't seen any resemblance to those hungry eyes in Silco during the night. If anything it had been the opposite, looking past the flesh and seeing him.
He lets go of Silco's hand and reaches up to place it against the other man's chest. Palm flat and fingers spread against the smooth surface, looking to feel the beat of his heart inside his rib cage. The proof of life. And that they were here right now, expelling any shadows of doubt from Richard's mind.
The rocking of his body along with the massaging on his breast earns a sharp, almost high-pitched moan from him. If he had previously tried to stifle out any sounds that threatened to slip from him, now it was the opposite. Richard allowed all moans, gasps and other cries thick with desire freely out in the room, letting them to fill the otherwise quiet space. The light press of hardness against his lower body felt hot, demanding all of Richard's attention.
Closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the mattress, exposing his throat to the man, Richard moved his legs a bit -- slotting Silco properly in between them.]
Silco. You may do it. [He knew what was coming, and hell. He sure was welcoming it. The final act to finish the pact of trust between them.]
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But he hadn't seen any resemblance to those hungry eyes in Silco during the night. If anything it had been the opposite, looking past the flesh and seeing him.
He lets go of Silco's hand and reaches up to place it against the other man's chest. Palm flat and fingers spread against the smooth surface, looking to feel the beat of his heart inside his rib cage. The proof of life. And that they were here right now, expelling any shadows of doubt from Richard's mind.
The rocking of his body along with the massaging on his breast earns a sharp, almost high-pitched moan from him. If he had previously tried to stifle out any sounds that threatened to slip from him, now it was the opposite. Richard allowed all moans, gasps and other cries thick with desire freely out in the room, letting them to fill the otherwise quiet space. The light press of hardness against his lower body felt hot, demanding all of Richard's attention.
Closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the mattress, exposing his throat to the man, Richard moved his legs a bit -- slotting Silco properly in between them.]
Silco. You may do it. [He knew what was coming, and hell. He sure was welcoming it. The final act to finish the pact of trust between them.]