[All the reassuring concern displayed towards him is something that he hadn't seen coming. It disarms Richard, leaving him feel nearly dumbstruck as he lies below Silco, pinned down between a body and mattress. Granted, it wasn't like he had entertained any thoughts of sexual nature when it came to them. There had been a few instances when the yearning for companion of a kindred spirit had stirred in his soul but that's that. But even so. If Richard had had any expectations to how this encounter would go about this wasn't it. If asked before he would not have assumed such gentleness and care to be performed by a self-proclaimed monster.
Ahhh, but then again. Silco was a man. Not monster. Not a demon, was he?
This night truly has been all about lifting the veil, revealing their own guarded secrets to one another as they lied their bodies bare. For Richard it had been the curse of his body, for Silco it was to show the man beneath the mask of monster. Of course, there still was vaults of secrets behind both of them, truths hidden in darkest pits of their soul. They weren't exactly coming clean here, but it sure was a step towards it.
Richard kept caressing Silco's cheek, fingers brushing over the fine and subtle cracks on the tight skin with the tip of his fingertips, the nails carefully digging into imprints. But when Silco begins to move, pushing and dragging Richard's body as he rocks their bodies back and forth on the mattress, he allows the hand to drop down to grasp on the man's forearm -- both for support and to ground himself.
It has been several months since he had been held this way by another man, so it's no wonder that there is some resistance in his body. So, the few first thrusts were accompanied with a brief sting. But it doesn't take long until he feels his body to ease to the movement, his insides spreading and taking shape around the cock continuously pressing into him. Richard is panting, legs trembling lightly around Silco's frame.
"Remember this pain." Those had been the words told him when he laid with a man for the first time. And Richard certainly did, but wore it like a badge of honor. A constant reminder of the souls coming together in forbidden union, seeking to challenge the God himself.. But that's not what he should be thinking, is it. And yet, he couldn't stop his feverish eyes wandering, as if he was trying to see something that wasn't there.
The constant attention showed to his chest actually proved out to be helpful with keeping him present in the moment, preventing him from escaping to the depths of his mind as the warm, intense pressure began to pool back into his guts. Whenever he found himself looking for similarities, or trying to focus on the differences to his other half Richard could feel a shock of electricity running through his spine as the clever fingers would pick and tease the tender nipple bud.]
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Ahhh, but then again. Silco was a man. Not monster. Not a demon, was he?
This night truly has been all about lifting the veil, revealing their own guarded secrets to one another as they lied their bodies bare. For Richard it had been the curse of his body, for Silco it was to show the man beneath the mask of monster. Of course, there still was vaults of secrets behind both of them, truths hidden in darkest pits of their soul. They weren't exactly coming clean here, but it sure was a step towards it.
Richard kept caressing Silco's cheek, fingers brushing over the fine and subtle cracks on the tight skin with the tip of his fingertips, the nails carefully digging into imprints. But when Silco begins to move, pushing and dragging Richard's body as he rocks their bodies back and forth on the mattress, he allows the hand to drop down to grasp on the man's forearm -- both for support and to ground himself.
It has been several months since he had been held this way by another man, so it's no wonder that there is some resistance in his body. So, the few first thrusts were accompanied with a brief sting. But it doesn't take long until he feels his body to ease to the movement, his insides spreading and taking shape around the cock continuously pressing into him. Richard is panting, legs trembling lightly around Silco's frame.
"Remember this pain." Those had been the words told him when he laid with a man for the first time. And Richard certainly did, but wore it like a badge of honor. A constant reminder of the souls coming together in forbidden union, seeking to challenge the God himself.. But that's not what he should be thinking, is it. And yet, he couldn't stop his feverish eyes wandering, as if he was trying to see something that wasn't there.
The constant attention showed to his chest actually proved out to be helpful with keeping him present in the moment, preventing him from escaping to the depths of his mind as the warm, intense pressure began to pool back into his guts. Whenever he found himself looking for similarities, or trying to focus on the differences to his other half Richard could feel a shock of electricity running through his spine as the clever fingers would pick and tease the tender nipple bud.]