[Well, to be fair. Excluding his prior experiences only painful or otherwise negative ones would be doing great disservice to his Kingmaker. There had been pain, yes, but also lot of different feelings and sensations. There had been agony, as Buckingham had called it. Sweet agony that made his entire soul ache in a strange despair, making him yearn for more as the pain twisted and turned, taking a new form in the shape of pleasure. In those moments Richard could have sworn that he understood what it meant to be loved.
It had been intense and hot, like a sword cutting down all the barbs and thorny vines blocking Richard's path. He tried to pinpoint just where did Silco land on. But it was not pain, not agony or mind numbing bliss. It didn't strike him down just to built him back up again. Instead it was slow yet steady, strong and determined like a tidal wave gathering in the distance. It was different, for sure. But Richard guessed that's where the allure lied.
There was nothing at the stake, not really. No souls wagered, no promises or executioners axe ready to fall down on their necks. Instead it was just them, two desperate and broken people solace from one another in the darkness of the night, licking and kissing each other's wounds. That was something Richard could live with. Gladly so.]
-- H-ha! [An unguarded groan bursted out of Richard's chest, transforming it to a sound reminiscing a choked cry, as he felt the blunt thrust against a spot where a bundle of nerves were residing. His body reacted without thinking and Richard found himself from bucking his own hips to meet Silco's, aiming for a repeated hit all while clenching his walls around the cock inside him.
It was becoming too much. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering his body and he felt like every part of him was pinned under relentless attention. Richard hadn't even noticed that the blood had started to gather back to his lower region, making both of his bits throb and swell, until Silco pressed his own body against him to provide more friction. The assault of pleasuring senaatin was overwhelming, making it little difficult for Richard to focus on the mouth on his. He tried to answer to the kisses, but his endeavors only resulted in awkward mess. But that was fine. What mattered was that he had his lips on Silco and that he could taste the man.]
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It had been intense and hot, like a sword cutting down all the barbs and thorny vines blocking Richard's path. He tried to pinpoint just where did Silco land on. But it was not pain, not agony or mind numbing bliss. It didn't strike him down just to built him back up again. Instead it was slow yet steady, strong and determined like a tidal wave gathering in the distance. It was different, for sure. But Richard guessed that's where the allure lied.
There was nothing at the stake, not really. No souls wagered, no promises or executioners axe ready to fall down on their necks. Instead it was just them, two desperate and broken people solace from one another in the darkness of the night, licking and kissing each other's wounds. That was something Richard could live with. Gladly so.]
-- H-ha! [An unguarded groan bursted out of Richard's chest, transforming it to a sound reminiscing a choked cry, as he felt the blunt thrust against a spot where a bundle of nerves were residing. His body reacted without thinking and Richard found himself from bucking his own hips to meet Silco's, aiming for a repeated hit all while clenching his walls around the cock inside him.
It was becoming too much. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering his body and he felt like every part of him was pinned under relentless attention. Richard hadn't even noticed that the blood had started to gather back to his lower region, making both of his bits throb and swell, until Silco pressed his own body against him to provide more friction. The assault of pleasuring senaatin was overwhelming, making it little difficult for Richard to focus on the mouth on his. He tried to answer to the kisses, but his endeavors only resulted in awkward mess. But that was fine. What mattered was that he had his lips on Silco and that he could taste the man.]