[The slender fingers circle around the edges of the now-healed, round scars on the chest in front of him. They remind Richard of the wounds left by arrow, like the one he still carries with on his left shoulder, but there is something different about the shape of them. He'll need to ask about them later, he thinks as he explores the map of the scars.
Richard shivers and shudders underneath of all the attention that his body is lavished with. The teeth scraping on the damaged skin feels a little jarring as there are a few blotches of more sensitive nerves among the otherwise numb surface. His body shakes and jerks a little in response whenever a teeth manages to find a more tender spot, sending a quick electric shocks along his body -- rousing the heat within his body right back up.
He lets out a shaky breath in anticipation when he feels the man above him shift, knowing very well what the other one was preparing for. The hand gently stroking through his dark hair invites Richard to peek underneath his closed lids and meet Silco's eyes. Wordlessly, he studies his companion's expression, trying to decipher the emotion reflected in them -- wanting to understand just what was going on in other man's head at the moment.
But then there is the blunt push and Richard takes sharp breath in as he braces himself for the impact. Well, it is fortunate that he still was wet and loose from the previous orgasm, making the process of penetration more smooth for both of them. His walls the against the force, pushing its way in. Only when the Silco's seated fully in does he dare to breath again, gasping for the air as he tries to adjust and get used to the sensation of being full. His legs tremble lightly around Silco's waist.]
Wha--, [Richard blinks at the question as it takes a moment for him to register the meaning behind it. There was pressure and a burn of stretch for sure? A small discomfort and pain. But weren't those given? And they were nothing that he couldn't handle. And honestly? Richard would prefer there to be more burn and pain, something so intense enough that it would fill every crook of his mind and body -- leaving him without room to think anything else. But he remembers Silco's promise from the earlier and does not dare to ask.]
No. [He breathes out, voice raspy and heavy. He lifts his hand to caress Silco's cheek, thumb brushing the mutilated skin. ] I am not.
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Richard shivers and shudders underneath of all the attention that his body is lavished with. The teeth scraping on the damaged skin feels a little jarring as there are a few blotches of more sensitive nerves among the otherwise numb surface. His body shakes and jerks a little in response whenever a teeth manages to find a more tender spot, sending a quick electric shocks along his body -- rousing the heat within his body right back up.
He lets out a shaky breath in anticipation when he feels the man above him shift, knowing very well what the other one was preparing for. The hand gently stroking through his dark hair invites Richard to peek underneath his closed lids and meet Silco's eyes. Wordlessly, he studies his companion's expression, trying to decipher the emotion reflected in them -- wanting to understand just what was going on in other man's head at the moment.
But then there is the blunt push and Richard takes sharp breath in as he braces himself for the impact. Well, it is fortunate that he still was wet and loose from the previous orgasm, making the process of penetration more smooth for both of them. His walls the against the force, pushing its way in. Only when the Silco's seated fully in does he dare to breath again, gasping for the air as he tries to adjust and get used to the sensation of being full. His legs tremble lightly around Silco's waist.]
Wha--, [Richard blinks at the question as it takes a moment for him to register the meaning behind it. There was pressure and a burn of stretch for sure? A small discomfort and pain. But weren't those given? And they were nothing that he couldn't handle. And honestly? Richard would prefer there to be more burn and pain, something so intense enough that it would fill every crook of his mind and body -- leaving him without room to think anything else. But he remembers Silco's promise from the earlier and does not dare to ask.]
No. [He breathes out, voice raspy and heavy. He lifts his hand to caress Silco's cheek, thumb brushing the mutilated skin. ] I am not.